So I heard these two songs I couldn't get out of my head recently and decided to use it in a fanfiction. I figure it's a one-shot since there really isn't a plot to it. If you can guess what two songs these are and get it right, I'll grant you one wish–so long as it has nothing to do with this story and doesn't have anything to do with me killing someone or something bizarre like that. Good luck :) Oh, and you know the usual routine here: read and review!

The bass was booming louder than Clary could take. Her eardrums were vibrating to the beat and she subconsciously feared they would implode. But that was the least of her worries now; she was desperate to find Jace. She stood still for a moment and was vaguely aware of the rowdy horde of people that encircled her as she took the time to realize she hadn't thought of what she'd say to him once she found him. How does a girl try to convince a boy to take her back after he'd fully convinced himself she wasn't worth the time of day anymore?

…Wish I could spin my world into reverse,

Just to have you back again…

Clary swallowed nervously and tried to convince herself that the deejay wasn't psychic and was playing the soundtrack of her life just to spite her. She raised her chin defiantly and threaded her way around the crowd, keeping her eyes peeled in case she would catch a glimpse of familiar curly blond hair bobbing in sync to the music.

Clary hated this; hated the fact that over one small miscommunication, Jace ran away from her. She would've been less agitated if he ran away to kill a demon, but go to a new club called "Kaos" to dance her off his mind? Now that was definitely not typical Jace. But then again, if there was one thing he hated being, it was being predictable.

Clary felt her phone vibrate and had to squint her eyes in order to adjust them faster in the dim lighting––save for the flashing seizure-inducing strobe lights.

Look Up.

Clary obeyed her sister's text message and immediately felt her jaw drop.

…We're going off tonight

To kick out every light

Take anything we want

Drink everything in sight

We're going till the world stops turning

While we burn it to the ground tonight…

There he was in all his arrogant glory, standing on top of the deejay's booth with two gorgeous girls Clary had never seen before under both his arms and a bottle in his right hand. Jace had a goofy grin on his face and even as the girls desperately fought for his attention as they swayed to the music, Clary had a gut feeling that they weren't the source of his happiness. It was her; the moment her eyes locked with his, his grin widened.

...We're screaming like demons, swinging from the ceiling…

The first song that had been playing when she first entered the club had transitioned to a rock song with a heavy bass and staticky guitars that pierced Clary's eardrums. Clary cupped her hands over her ears but didn't dare tear her gaze from Jace. She forced herself to watch as he turned his head over to the girl on his right, to witness the coquettish look cross the girls features as he leaned in and kissed her. Right. In. Front. Of. Her.

"Oh my gosh," a girl shrieked beside Clary. She didn't need to turn her head to see it was Izzy–she had a distinct shriek that was identifiable in any given situation. "What the–?"

But Clary didn't stick around to hear the rest of her sister's cursing. She gave Jace one last look and hoped it portrayed every ounce of betrayal that she felt coursing through her body alongside her adrenaline as she turned around and bolted for the door.