So this was story was inspired by the Taylor Swift song "Style" Idk hopefully as the story unfolds you will be able to see why. But I hope you all enjoy it, there will be lots of fluff. Rated M for language and later lemons. Characters belong to Cassandra Clare.

*Sometimes I go back and read the original chapter of my stories and there is so much I would change but don't have the patience to. Anyways it gets better in my opinion so keep reading!*

Chapter 1

The Way He Drew Her In

Clary popped another piece of popcorn in her mouth. She stood in line munching on the buttery treat while, they waited for the theater doors to open. It was Friday and the cinema was packed. Clary continued to stuff her face with popcorn as she idly observed other bystanders. The place seemed full of preteens. She remembered when she was that age and the cool thing to do on a Friday night was hangout at the movie arcade and sneak into the R rated films. She felt her pulse quicken at the memory of the first time she snuck into an R rated movie. It was a gory horror flick but, of course, the opening scene was of two campers fucking in their tent. However, it wasn't the movie that had her pulse racing; it was the boy that had dragged her into it…

Jace Wayland was a well-known sophomore who went to St. Xavier High School. Most kids, even from other schools around the city knew his name. Not surprisingly though, he was captain of their State Champion football team. He also had that oh so desirable bad boy reputation. Clary heard he liked to drink and get high often. He recently, was doing community service hours, as a court punishment for vandalism.

Clary, who was still in 8th grade at St. Xavier Junior High, first met Jace a couple years ago when she first entered middle school. They did not talk much but, they had the same lunch period. While waiting in line, Jace would pull on her red curls from behind. As soon as she would turn around to see who it was he would cut in front of her and flash a dazzling grin and wink before getting his food. Clary wasn't sure if it was even possible to fit that many butterflies in ones stomach.

But now, Jace stood in front of her, across the theater lobby, laughing with his friends by the concession stand. Clary sat at a table with her friends Isabelle and Maia, they were all sipping on soda and checking their phones. The girls had just come out of a previous movie and were now hanging out in the arcade area. Isabelle and Maia were both more physically mature compared to the other girls their age. They already had full breasts and curvy hips and liked to wear heavy makeup. They looked more like 17 instead of only 13. They were the kind of girls that everyone at school talked about. About how they would hang out with the older boys and go to high school parties… Clary, who had been best friends with them since elementary school, oddly did not have that same reputation even though she did the same. Clary simply considered herself the tag along friend. She liked flying under the radar, yet she felt included.

Next to her, Clary's friends giggled about how someone tweeted about Meilorn and his small dick. Clary, however, was paying little attention as she conspicuously peeked over at Jace across the room. He wore a plain black v-neck and jeans. He reached up a bulging bicep to run a hand through those golden curls, his other hand shoved in his pocket. She watched as his shirt rode up revealing a Calvin Klein boxer waistband and the tanned skin of his stomach. Clary bit her lip. As he lowered his arm Clary noticed the black ink that decorated his bicep. It was a new tribal band tattoo. Although, Clary considered a tribal tattoo to scream "douche", she admitted that he pulled it off nicely.

Suddenly, Jace's eyes looked over to meet hers. Though, he had already been smiling in conversation with his friends, his grin quickly turned to a smirk to catch her staring. Clary, still biting her lip, was about to look away in embarrassment but, instead, raised her eyebrows in challenge. Jace's once again split into a grin and he looked back to his friends.

"Alright well, Kyle is texting me that he wants to come pick me up. So, I think I'm gonna go. What about you guys, do you need a ride?" Maia questioned as she stood to leave.

Clary turned back to her friends and casually continued to sip her soda. Isabelle, shrugged and checked her phone. "What time is it? Only ten… I don't know. It's still early. My brother is over there with some people, I think we will go see what their plan is." She said, nodding to the boy standing next to Jace, who had black hair that matched her own.

"Okay! See you later, my loves." Maia slung her satchel over her shoulder and leaned down to kiss each Isabelle and Clary on the cheek before strutting out the door.

Isabelle stood and Clary followed suit per usual. However, Isabelle stood over a foot taller than Clary, in her wedged heels. Clary was already much shorter at only 5'2" but, with those heels Isabelle towered over her. Clary watched as Isabelle straightened her tan leather skirt and floral crop top. She then flipped her long, raven black, hair over her shoulder and they made their way over to the opposite group of kids.

Clary excused herself to quickly pitch her drink before, returning to the circle of chatting teens. She refused to make eye contact with the blond god. She could feel his gaze practically burning her skin. She played innocent and laughed along with others jokes when appropriate, as if enjoying the conversation. In reality, Jace was absorbing her thoughts. Was he really still staring at her? She may not look as sultry as Isabelle but, Clary thought her ripped jeans and tight hoodie were a cute choice. She only wore a camisole underneath so, one could see a peek of her stomach as the tank rode up her hips, and even slight cleavage from the half zipped hoodie.

The tension eventually got to her and Clary chanced a look up at Jace. His eyes were piercing and he now bit his lip to hide a secretive smile. Clary swallowed.

Abruptly, the bubbly blonde girl next to him, Kaelie, curled her well-manicured hands around his bicep and leaned her head on his shoulder pouting up at him.

"Jacey! The movie doesn't start for another twenty minutes, why don't you try to win me a stuffed animal from the claw machine?" She begged sweetly.

Jace looked down at her and laughed "Those things are impossible." he replied lazily.

"C'mon Kaelie, I'll go win you one. We were going to go play air hockey anyway." Clary heard a boy across from her voice. Kaelie smiled in delight and skipped over to grab his hand as they made their way back to the arcade area. Alec and Isabelle, as well as, another boy and girl Clary did not know, followed. Jace made no move to join them so, Clary held back with him in hesitation.

Jace still smiled slyly at her and Clary cocked an amused eyebrow at him. "I like your freckles." He eventually stated humorously.

Clary laughed at the absurdity of that random statement. "Well, I like your tattoo." She replied earnestly.

It was Jace's turn to laugh. He turned his arm and lifted his sleeve to give her a better view. "Oh you like that huh? It means 'I'm a douche' in my native language." He stated, poking fun at his self.

Clary giggled. "It's okay, you pull it off."

Jace smirked at her and lowered his sleeve, replacing his hands to his pockets.

Clary awkwardly rubbed her arm, not sure what else to say.

Jace slowly started to walk backwards toward the hall of theaters, his eyes never leaving hers. Clary followed forward, step for step like a magnet.

"You bored?" He asked her nonchalantly.

Clary smiled. "I guess." She answered timidly.

Jace came to a stop and nodded to the side. "Wanna see a movie?" He asked her confidently.

Clary looked up at the electronic movie sign. It read 'Stay out of the Woods III -R-.'

She had heard of the horror movie franchise and knew that some scenes were supposed to be downright pornographic. By the smug look Jace was wearing, Clary was sure he knew this too.

She raised her eyebrows in question and looked over her shoulder to the other kids still in the arcade. Making a decision, she turned back to Jace and shrugged. "Sure." She said shyly and walked slowly closer to him.

Jace showed a lopsided grin and reached out a hand to grab hers. He gently laced his fingers through hers and pulled her behind him into the theater. Clary was thankful that the theater was so dark because at that moment she was sure her face was as red as a beat. She thought she might melt right there but, the feel of his hand on hers kept her sturdy. He led them up the steps to an empty row a few from the very top. The theater was decently full and the opening credits were still playing along with eerie music. As they took their seats, the screen gradually faded to black. Clary could hear a woman moaning through the speakers and it progressively got louder before the giant screen suddenly became alight with a woman being pounded from behind.

If it was possible for Clary to blush any harder she was sure it was happening. She could not even dare herself to glance over at Jace. As the woman continued to moan, her breasts bouncing across the screen, Clary bit hard on her lip as she noticed Jace raise his hand to lightly drape it on her knee. He gingerly stroked his fingertips along the inside of her knee, creeping higher up her leg with each stroke. She silently cursed herself for wearing jeans instead of shorts that night. Clary could hear her pulse slamming in her ears as she tried to keep her eyes strained on the large movie screen.

Out of nowhere, a large spear came piercing through the tent, impaling both the naked characters in the chest. Clary screamed in surprise and horror and quickly brought her knees to her chest, effectively knocking Jace's hand away. She dramatically covered her face in her hands out of fear. After catching her breath, she could sense Jace beside her, shaking with silent laughter. Perhaps, out of embarrassment now she kept hidden behind her hands.

After a moment, Jace had composed himself and she could feel him pry her hands away from her face. She opened her eyes wide and saw that his face was just a few inches from hers. He had a soft smile on his lips and his eyes flickered all over her face before settling on her lips. Clary was holding her breath. She watched as Jace quickly exhaled before swiftly leaning in and capturing her lips with his. His lips were soft and warm against hers. He pulled back slightly and in a gust Clary let go of the breath she had been holding. Before she was able to intake more oxygen, Jace's open mouth came pressing back to hers and with his tongue he invaded her mouth softly stroking her own. Like lightning, fire exploded in her belly all the way down to her groin. She gasped loudly at the feeling and she wasn't sure what but, she just needed more of him…

Jace was still holding her hands out in his but, Clary slid them out of his grip and hastily ran them through his golden curls. She used her hold to press him closer to her deepening the kiss. Jace and Clary separated at the same time, their breath mingling in the middle. Jace did not pause long before shifting his head to the other side and forcing his mouth on her again. She felt his soft tongue graze her bottom lip asking for access once again. She immediately opened her mouth to him and forced her tongue in his own. She massaged her tongue against his and sucked slightly on his bottom lip. She felt the vibration of his moan against her lips. In turn, he lightly bit down on her bottom lip while, his hand reached out to her hip and he hooked a finger in her belt loop to desperately pull her closer. As much as she wanted to be against him, the armrest still stretched out awkwardly between them. Just as Jace was about to shift the arm rest up and close the distance, Clary heard someone roughly clear they're throat.

They quickly broke apart and Clary looked up in shock and was blinded by the flashlight of a cinema employee. "May I see your tickets, please?" He sneered.

Do you guys remember or know those butterflies? Those first butterflies when that cute guy finally notices you and everything from then on is filled with firsts? So! To be continued:) Review please!