A/N: I hope you like my new story, it is my first all human one. Let me know what you think. It will mainly be in Jace's POV. It is my first time attempting something like this so please review and tell me your thoughts. This story has been floating around in my mind for a while now and I had to write it.
UPDATE: I am now reinventing this one. There are some changes but it follows along my original plot.
WARNING: As the story goes on there will be mature themes and content.
Disclaimer: Characters belong to Cassandra Clare and the songs belong to there respective artist.
Clarissa
Clarissa Morgenstern, Clary Fray, Clary. Wild bright hair like fire and enchanting emerald eyes bright with excitement. So full of joy and life. She is like a beacon of light in the darkness, people are immediately drawn to her. She is the kind of popular where people genuinely want to be her friend or in her presence, opposed to the generic stuck up jerks that for some stupid reason people worship. I'm the second kind. Jace Herondale, school heartthrob and the biggest player. I literally have girls worshiping the ground I walk on, and contrary to some peoples beliefs, I hate it.
I despise myself for the cruel things I do, but I don't know how to stop. I don't think I can. It's better this way really... Safer...
I hook-up with random girls in a string of casual flings and one night stands. I don't date and I certainly don't fall in love. Maybe that's why I don't like thinking about her. If you asked anyone they'd tell you I hate her and that she doesn't particularly like me either. If only that were completely true.
I remember when I first met her. It was a year after I lost my parents, Izzy, my adopted sister, brought her new friend home from school. She was Clary Fray back then, a mess of carroty curls and splattered freckles, her green eyes alight with the biggest spark. I hated her on the spot. While I was lonely and hurting she paraded around without a care in the world. She was always laughing. I guess that's where our feud begun. I was angry and hurting and I wanted to make her hurt too. I'd tease her and push her around, yet after the first time she never got upset. Ten years old and she let me take it out on her, and that made me angrier at her, but at the same time I could never really hurt her. But then it all changed.
Her parents got divorced and it tore her apart. As much as it hurt to see her like that a small part of me was relieved. We could help each other, maybe I finally had someone I could open up to. But things didn't exactly work out like that.
She moved in with her Father and attended a different school, everybody lost contact with her. It wasn't until three years later she got in contact. We were re-introduced to her as Clarissa Morgenstern, although she still preferred to be called Clary. It wasn't long before her and Izzy reconnected, becoming best friends again. She was and is always the centre attention without meaning to.
We only ever saw her online, never in person. She didn't come back for holidays and she didn't speak to her Mother or Brother.
I was cold towards her and before long she became indifferent to me. At first I was angry, how could she be fine like nothing had happened? Then I thought maybe she moved on, she wasn't damaged like me, she could heal. But there was something that continued to bother me. A few years later I figured it out. It was the spark in her eyes or more accurately, lack of.
The last time we spoke we got into this big fight. I didn't want her going to this party, but instead of telling her I was concerned I was mean. I told her there was no point, no one would ever look twice at her. Later that night she sent me a photo of her hooking up with some guy. Really? Was the caption.
Alec was dragging us out tonight, Jon included. He wanted us to follow Izzy. It was only two weeks into Summer vacation and he was already sick of Izzy's constant partying. We followed her to a club called "Pandemonium". Us guys come here often, Alec frowned seeing his sister enter. I can't say that I liked it either. We passed a poster advertising a band playing tonight. The Mortal Instruments, had Izzy ever mentioned that band? I couldn't remember, but I hope that was why she was here. I know the types of guys that come here, I'm one of them.
We found Izzy up the front talking to a nerdy guy. He had glasses, scruffy hair and was wearing jeans with a t-shirt that read, Made In Brooklyn. He looked familiar but I couldn't place him, maybe we went to school together?
"What are you guys doing here!?"Izzy screamed while looking around frantically.
"I could ask you the same thing." said Alec, narrowing his eyes at the boy. Izzy started pushing us away.
"You need to leave!" she said desperately.
"Why? So you can hook up with this punk?" Alec shouted. Izzy bit her lip nervously but it was too late. The lights dimmed and the band walked across stage. Izzy looked panicked as she turned to the stage.
"Hello New York!" A sparkly, black haired boy yelled to the crowd. The crowed screamed. "Before we begin I have an announcement. Camille has taken I'll and is unable to perform tonight." The crowd awed. "But the show must go on, introducing for the first time Rissa!"
A girl with fiery curls walks on stage, she faces the crowd and I find myself staring straight into those emerald eyes. My breath taken away. After 6 years here she is, in person and she is stunning.. No! Herondale, get it together!
"Hi,"she smiles shyly, I need to get out of here, I head to the bar. "How are you all doing?" The crowd screams, "That's great, thanks for coming. I hope you enjoy the show, I'll try not to ruin it." Her laughter is like music.
She starts singing and I am hypnotised.
I don't wanna be the one that's left behind
Don't blame me, don't hate me
I don't wanna be the one that's left behind
Her voice is raw with emotion, the whole crowd moves with her. Without realising I've found my way back to the front where the others are.
We got scars on our future hearts
But we never looked back
No, we never looked back
The song finishes and the crowd goes wild. She blushes, "Thank-you New York. This next one goes to my best friend Izzy!"
Tattoos and a switchblade attitude
Snakebite heart with a bubblegum smile
Sex in stereo don't turn the radio dial
She pours everything into the song.
And I'm just like cellophane 'cause she sees right through me
I know she's glitter and gold
And that's just the price I pay when I don't even know her name
She's slipping away
She works for the weekend, mixtape of her favorite bands
Tearin' up the radio lost in the stereo sound
"Thanks guys, you've been great!" She smiles to the crowd. "I hope you enjoy the rest of the set."
The next song started and I was still transfixed. I felt like I was looking at a completely different person. The Clary I used to know wasn't the one now on stage, pouring her heart into song. The pain and heartache all turned into art.
Hey! Wait! Knock me down and I'll get up again.
Oh! Pain! A remedy that can erase your sting.
I'll keep holding, and I'll keep trying.
I feel this fight, it is slowly dying now but I feel painless...
All these reckless nights, have left me spinning out of control.
Is there not a cure for sorrow?
All these faded lights, have made me search for something more.
Will there be a new, tomorrow.
The continued like that, a series of songs, sung with everything that she had. I couldn't look away for moment, I don't think there was a person in the crowd who could.
I've got a feeling it's not the safest place to start.
This heavy breathing, it seems, we're better off breaking hearts.
From the beginning, dulled down and lost with all its charm.
I just wanna wake up, wake up in someone's…
"Thank-you all for coming, have a great night." She called as her and the band left the stage. Blinking like I was coming out of a trance I noticed Alec and Jon fighting with Izzy.
"You can't come, she invited me and Simon, not you." She argued.
"I'm her brother and I am seeing her!" Jon replied. In the end Izzy gave up and we all headed backstage.
My heart was pounding so fast I thought it would beat out of my chest. I was suddenly face-to-face with my dreams and my nightmares.
A/N: Ok, so not all of this has been edited and sorry if the lyrics were too much, let me know. This is the set list:
1. Old Scars/Future Hearts - All Time Low
2. Lost In Stereo - All Time Low
3. Painless - Mae
4. Someone Else's Arms - Mae
5. Missing You - All Time Low
6. Habits (Stay High) - Tove Lo
7. How To Save A Life - Nilu