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Trying to Hide

CHAPTER 1: Sweet Dreams

Clary Fray is your typical teenage girl, she goes to school, studies and of course parties like there's no tomorrow. Like most teenagers her age Clary hates school with a raging passion. She's been dreaming about graduation since her first day. It didn't help matters that her school is full of people who wrecked her head every single day and just drag the day on so that the pain is that little bit more excruciating. The worst of them all is Jace Herondale. He walks down the halls every single day like he owns the place. It just boosts his ego entirely when the girls just happen to drop at his feet. Clary also thought he was drop dead gorgeous but kept it to herself. It is something that she kept to herself. If it came out it would ruin her reputation. You see at the top of their schools social ladder there are two groups. It's a bit like the Jets and the Sharks from West Side Story. Clary is in one group and Jace is in the other. Alec Lightwood, Raphael Santiago and Sebastian Verlac are always at Jaces beckon call. Simon Lewis, Isabelle Lightwood and Maia Roberts were all Clary's friends. Alec and Isabelle are brother and sister so that leaves things a bit awkward but it never bothered them much. The two of them left it all behind at school. Jace is a completely different story apparently. He was adopted by the Lightwoods when he was ten. He tries his best to torture information out of Isabelle but has always crashed and burned in his attempts. Clary has always felt truly sorry for Isabelle. Seeing Jace at school every day is enough for her.

Quite often Clary would spend time over at Isabelle's. Most of the time Alec and Jace are out which always works to Clary's advantage. Once, about three months ago when Clary stayed over at the Lightwoods, Alec and Jace came home drunk from a 'raving' party. To say they were completely and utterly drunk would be an understatement to say the least. When they came through the front door they were singing as loud as they could. It might have been the National Anthem but Clary wasn't sure because their words were so slurred. When Clary thought they had gone to bed she left Isabelle's room to go to the bathroom. She ended up getting sidetracked. While she was tiptoeing to the bathroom she felt a strong muscular arm wrap around her slim waist. She was dragged to the area just under the stairs leading up to the third floor, yes the Lightwoods live in a mansion to say the least. When Clary turned around she was struck by those familiar golden eyes. Her stomach flipped inside her. She couldn't understand what was wrong with her. She was Clary Fray. She never got worked up over boys. She never needed to. Similar to Jace all the boys dropped at her feet. The difference was she never took advantage of any of them. Before Clary knew what was going on she could feel Jace move near her and his oh so big muscular hands landed on either side of her head. He was so close that she could feel his breath on her neck and smell the beer from it. Next thing she felt his soft lips on her neck. What was going on? Clary didn't know what came over her when she craned her neck back to give him more access. It didn't help matters that all Clary was wearing was a baby pink nightgown she got in a Victoria Secret sale. Suddenly Clary came to her senses and pushed Jace back. He looked so lost.

"What did you do that for?" he mumbled. It probably took all his strength to do so.

"What do you think you were doing?!" whispered Clary angrily keeping in mind the rest of the house was probably asleep.

"Kissing you duh!" Jace whispered exasperatedly. He sounded like a little child who knew they lost their fight. Clary didn't reply. She just stood there with her arms crossed and a scowl on her face.

Although there were no lights on in the hallway she could still see Jaces tall, muscular figure walking towards her. She went to put her hands out to stop her but Jace bet her to it. He grabbed her by the wrists and pinned them above Clary's head and began to kiss her roughly. Clary tried to wriggle free from his grasp but failed miserably. She didn't want to admit it to herself but she was kind of enjoying herself despite her personal feelings towards Jace. She could feel her body give into his. Her arms fell and they wrapped themselves around his neck. Her mouth melted against his. He placed his hands on the small of her back and pressed her delicate body against his own. Their bodies fitted perfectly together. The kiss turned from rough to desperate and hungry. Clary didn't even know what was going on with her body. Why was it complying with Jace's body.

She could feel the tip of his tongue run across her bottom lip. She granted him access to the areas that never did she think Jace Herondale would get anywhere near. Then on her bare thighs she could feel Jace's hands roaming. He grabbed them firmly and automatically Clary jumped and wrapped her legs around his waist. He carried her in the direction of what seemed to be his bedroom. A million thoughts were going through Clary's head at that moment but all she could do was cling helplessly to him by tugging on his golden locks. She could feel his body sway in rhythmic motions as they moved to his bedroom. As soon as Clary's body hit the mattress she pushed Jace back again.

"I thought we were having fun!" slurred Jace. Drunk as hell yet as cocky as ever.

"I'm not going to sleep with you drunk! I don't even know why I'm doing this," replied Clary. You could hear a bit of annoyance in her tone.

"You're doing this because you like me. You just can't admit it to yourself. At least I admit I like you," Jace whispered huskily in her ear. Clary was too confused to really comprehend what he was saying.

"Jace, you need to go to sleep," Clary said actually caring now.

Clary could feel Jace's body move and the bed dipping as he fell down beside her.

"Okay, mother!" Jace replied with a chuckle.

"C'mon Jace," Clary said as she was trying to stand up but Jace's arms just happened to be preventing her from doing so.

"You're supposed to hate me and vice versa," Clary whispered to him. As Clary rose from the bed she could swear she heard him say, "But I don't hate you."

Before Clary left the room she spotted a blanket in a heap on the floor and threw it over Jace. As Clary was leaving the room she whispered gently, "Goodnight Jace."

"Sweet dreams, Fray," Jace replied as she closed to door.

The next morning all the memories from the night before all came flooding back to Clary. She was dreading seeing Jace. She could imagine how awkward it was going to be. Isabelle literally had to drag her out of bed. Thankfully for Clary, Jace wasn't present at breakfast due to the fact he was extremely hung-over. The rest of the day was fine until just before Clary was about to leave the Lightwood residence. When she was walking along the hallway it felt like déjà vu because once again a strong, muscular hand grabbed her by the elbow and pulled her into the same position as the night before.

"I don't have a great memory of last night but I remember enough," said Jace huskily. It was obvious he had just woke up. His voice was doing things to Clary's body that she didn't think any guy to do to her.

"Believe me when I say I remember everything that happened," said Clary angrily. She couldn't let him see what effect he had on her. She was just as popular as he was. Why should she be the one to cower? So she decided to slap him on the arm.

"What was that for?!" said a surprised Jace. He was awake after that.

"For last night! Do you realise that if anything about last night gets out my reputation could be ruined?!" replied Clary.

"I'm sorry! I can't control this gorgeous body of mine when under the influence!" chuckled Jace whilst gesturing to his so called 'gorgeous body'. This caused Clary to slap him again.

"That's for you being your cocky ass self!" said Clary now with her arms crossed.

"Last night NEVER happened," continued Clary putting an emphasis on the 'never'.

Jace seemed to be annoyed at this stage and waved his hands up in the air and replied, "Fine by me Fray!" and stormed off. Clary was never so glad to go home because she really was not prepared to deal with a pissed off Jace especially when it was her he was pissed off at.