A/N: Hello readers! For those of you who are reading my TID FanFic "Nightmares, Love, & War", I, unfortunately, have reached a solid writer's block... I'm hoping writing this one will help me jump the obstacle in my path and continue writing it!

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This will be all human!

Any thoughts on Wessa, Jessa, Jillessa? Let me know!

I need to know your guys' comfortability level with things like swearing, or sexual scenes. This chapter contains some swearing, and next chapter will contain sexual content… but what level of descriptions are you okay with?

Also, the actions of the characters will probably be SUPER OOC but I'm hoping to still capture their personalities all the same. It will be AU as well.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own these characters! They belong to Cassandra Clare.

TESSA'S POV

Most people party for fun, as a form of release. They do it to let loose and enjoy life while they're young and stupid. A good party is something most students looked forward to at the London Institute after a long, stressful week in hardcore classes.

And then there were the people who look forward to these parties to drink away their problems; get shit-faced drunk, forget all the wrong in the world, and then do things they will surely regret the next morning. But sometimes, if you drank enough, you would get to the point where you don't remember what happened the previous night, like you blacked out. The results of getting so stupidly drunk usually imply that the night before was amazing, even though it couldn't be remembered.

But for me, drinking always guaranteed some form of relief from the pain I felt. Who dates a girl for two years just to reveal to her that he's gay? And then continue to tell her everything that was wrong with her, and their relationship. I was so in love with him, it took a while before his words sank in.

It wasn't just that, either. It was what had happened after that, to me and my best friend, Sophie, that caused so much damage.

It's not like I drank often, only occasionally, and maybe only once or twice a month.

That's not too bad, right?

I mean I had a glowing grade point average for a college student—I mean university student. Damn British people always corrected me on that.

I can't help that I'm from New York.

Anyway, getting drunk out of my mind was exactly what I planned on doing that night, to erase what happened right before classes started again. Was it really only four months ago?

I knew it shouldn't bother me anymore, it's been quite a while, but the internal damage Nate and those other men caused me was so severe that I didn't know how long it would take for me to recover. So, in the mean time, I planned on finding my own ways to forget the incident that tore my heart apart, and my body, apart.

And I was determined to do just that tonight, by finding someone else to erase the pain that covered my slate.

I was walking to the quarterback of our school's lake house with my best friend, Sophie. She was particularly chatty tonight, presumably because she's got the hugest crush on our star linebacker, Gideon Lightwood. He was the one who invited her to this party we were headed to.

"Tessa, are you sure my outfit looks alright?" she asked me.

I looked over at her and skimmed her up and down for what seemed like the hundredth time that night. She was wearing dark skintight jeans, black pumps, and a low cut red t-shirt. Her light brown hair was straight as a stick and her soft brown eyes were outlined with smoky eye shadow. No, she didn't look alright. She looked stunning, and any man not to notice that would not be in his right mind.

Of course, Gideon was obviously in his right mind because he was able to look past the silver ridged scar that ran from her left temple to the corner of her lip. It only slightly distorted her features, but she was still drop dead gorgeous. Yes, she wore makeup to cover it, and it was still slightly noticeable, but it was a part of who she was and she had begun to be more confident with it and wear it with pride.

I'll admit I was jealous of Sophie. She had naturally tan skin and a perfect body; average height, leggy, curvy. Men were always checking her out. This could also be a result of her being part of the LI cheerleading squad.
"Soph, you look amazing," I reassured her with a warm smile. She was one of the few people who knew what happened; the only other person who truly knew the pain we went through together, only a week after me being dumped, simply because she was there with me. I shook my head to clear it of those thoughts. I was here to have a good time.

She beamed at me, her pearly white teeth shining through the darkness. "Thanks, and I will admit that you cleaned up quite well, Theresa Gray. If I were one of those football players, I would definitely hook up with you," she snickered with a smirk on her face.

I laughed a throaty laugh. "Thanks, Soph. If I don't come home tonight, you know that I'll have my phone on me and I'll call you as soon as I can," I told her. We were approaching the house, and the music was blaring through the windows and the closed door.

"Same here. Be safe, Tessa," she warned as she threw open the door and cast a glance at me over her shoulder.

I nodded and smiled back, telling her the same thing, before we separated into our opposite directions; her toward Gideon, me toward alcohol.

I knew that Sophie was at that party for the same reason I was; not just to be with Gideon. Being roommates, we often experienced the repercussions of what happened in similar ways. On seemingly alternating nights, one of use would wake up with nightmares.

Bless her soul. I wish I could have saved her before anything had happened to her.

I sighed, shutting the door behind me and glancing around. The music was pulsing around me. I glanced around, looking for the location of alcohol. I spotted the living room as a makeshift dance floor, and behind it was the kitchen with bottles of liquor lining the counter. I was itching to be dancing amongst the crowd of people, but knew I needed a few drinks before I did anything.

WILL'S POV

"Will! Where have you been?" My best friend, Jem, called out over the loud music. "Jessamine and her friends showed up a while ago and I think she's looking for you."

I looked at him over the rim of my cup as I took a sip of beer.

Why did he let me throw this party again? Oh yeah, so Jessamine would know she wasn't invited.

"Why did you let them in?" I asked him.

"William, you must know they are not always my first priority," he responded.

I rolled my eyes. "You disloyal bastard!" I joked, handing him my cup. He shook his head. Oops. I always forgot he hated alcohol.

"You've been out of it all week, Will. Is this because you and her broke up?"

I chuckled under my breath. "No, I was over her a long time ago. I dumped her sorry ass, remember? I'm glad she's out of my life."

Jem sighed, then shifting his silver gaze to something over my shoulder. "Speaking of the devil," he muttered before turning away.

I spun on my heel to see Jessamine making her way through the crowd toward me, her face twisted in a smirk; her signature cocky expression. Her long, curly blond hair was swinging gently behind her as her hips swayed while she walked. Her brown eyes sparkled with lust and desire.

"Hey there, sexy," she cooed when she reached me.

I raised my eyebrows at her. "Jessamine, I thought I made it very clear that we're over, and that's that. I don't want anything to do with you," I snapped at her. This girl drove me up the wall for a waste of three months of my life.

She pouted, sticking out her lower lip. "Come on, it doesn't have to mean anything. We can just…" she trailed off.

"We can what?" I demand, getting impatient.

"Well, we can go upstairs…" She winked at me, her too-thick eyelashes batting annoyingly.

I almost gagged when she said that. "Jessamine, get lost. Just because we fucked a few times in the three months we dated does not mean it was good for me. You were lucky to get that far with someone like me," I said.

Her mouth dropped open in surprise and she looked like she was ready to cry. I pushed past her to go refill my cup. On my way over there, I got lost in thought and almost shoved some girl to the ground.

"Shit," she cursed under her breath, grabbing for a napkin and dabbing it on her now wet white t-shirt. I caught an American accent escape her lips.

I forced my eyes away from her see-through shirt, which was already low cut and revealing her cleavage. "I'm so sorry," I spluttered. Why am I apologizing? I'm William Herondale. The only person I apologize to is James Carstairs.

A small laugh escaped her lips. "Don't worry about it. I know worse will happen to me tonight," the girl said.

I looked at her and grinned. She was tall and thin, but with feminine curves and long, wavy brown hair tumbling down her back in a thick curtain, almost to her nicely shaped ass. Her stormy grey eyes were surrounded by a thick web of beautiful eyelashes that casted long shadows down her cheekbones when she blinked, and her full lips remained in a smirk.

There was something different about her than other girls at this party. She obviously didn't try hard to get ready for the party—she was dressed in casual attire—yet there was simple beauty to her. She wasn't too plain, but she wasn't so overdone either. And that's what stood out about her.

I shook my head and extended my hand. "I'm Will, by the way. Quarterback of London Institute, majoring in incredible beauty, and exceptional young man."

She laughed again, and her whole face lit up. She shook my hand. "I'm—,"

"What the hell, Will? You turn me down for this cheap bitch? Way to downgrade, you asshole," Jessamine interrupted, shoving a finger in my face.

The brown-haired girl's eyes widened and she started to back up, but I reached out and grabbed hold of her, snaking my arm around her waist. I leaned down and whispered into her ear, "Please play along with this. I'd greatly appreciate it."

I glanced back at Jessamine lazily and smiled innocently. "Jessamine, this is actually my new girlfriend. I don't appreciate you talking about her in such harsh ways."

Jessamine looked shocked once again and appeared about ready to shove the girl away from me, but the girl wrapped her hands around my neck and pulled me down, crushing her lips against mine. I placed one hand on the small of her back and the other in her hair, pulling her farther into me. I could taste the alcohol on this girl's tongue as our tongues intertwined passionately. I didn't want to pull away from her; her kiss was intoxicating and she kissed me with such desire that it made me want things I hadn't wanted for a very long time.

I lifted her up and sat her on the counter behind her, allowing her to wrap her legs around my waist. For the first time in my life, I didn't care who saw me show PDA. I was too drunk to care and the girl's touch left trails of fire down my body. I could hear Jessamine's pointless complaints in the background, and it motivated me enough to pull away and look the girl in the eyes.

"What do you say we get you changed out of this wet shirt of yours?" I asked with a wicked gleaming my eyes.

She smirked and matched my gaze. "Sounds good to me."

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