Hey guys! New story. Uhm im definalty not going to have an updating schedule, so I'm sorry about that, but please tell me what you think. Tanks.
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"Do we have to go?" Clary asked in a whiny voice, the one she knew he hated.
"Absolutely." Jonathan sighed in exasperation. "Don't you want like, I don't know, friends?" Clary watched as he got out of the driver side of his sleek black Mustantang, and made his way over to her. As soon as he was in front of her, he looked down at her and smirked, stuffing his hands into his black skinny jeans . "And plus, Jordan's going to be here."
At the last sentence, a genuine smile tugged at her lips. Jordan was one of her and Jonathan's best friends. He was like a big brother to her, meaning she probably wasn't going anywhere near another male tonight, but she wasn't complaining. Jordan's company was better anyways.
"Fine." Clary breathed with an over dramatic sigh. The siblings both turned and looked at the somewhat impressionable home in front of them. It looked like one of those old victorian homes that should be more of a museum than a house. She honestly couldn't believe that her brother was taking her to a stupid ass party with a bunch of drunk grabby dudes.
Clary and her twin set off to go inside the "house". They walked on the pathway up to the house that was pretty wide, and looked new. There we're a bunch of drunk teens outside, sitting on planters, leaning on the house, or in lawn chairs, making out with other wasted teens. Nothing she hasn't seen before.
As soon as Clary and her brother were in the house, her mood change immediately changed. The atmosphere was alive. Her brother suck his hand out behind him and wiggled his fingers. She grabbed a hold of them, and let him pull her through the mass amount of sweaty body's sliding against each other. Clary could feel the bass vibrate through her entire body, and it made her in the mood to dance. Stupid parties always make her do exactly what she promised she wouldn't.
Man, she needed a drink. And thankfully, that was exactly where her brother brought her. To the heavenly bar.
It was weird that there was a bar built into someone's house, but she wasn't complaining. Jonathan looked down at her expectancy, and so Clary shrugged, yelling over the music, "Whatever your having"
Angels. It felt like she was in a club.
A minute later, Jonathan turned around from the bartender, and handed her a beer. Yeah, her brother definitely knew her.
He leaned down so he didn't have to shout to her ."Hey, just don't get too wasted that you can't drive your bike home. Don't wait up for me. And call me if you-"
"Yeah ,yeah ,yeah." Clary interrupted. "I know the drill Johnny boy". Literally, she got the same speech every time about how she needs to be careful, and don't go anywhere secluded with creeps.
A sly smile graced Jonathan's face, and he smirked , saluted her, and baked away into the crowd. Clary let out a laugh at how ridiculous her brother was sometimes… but she loved him anyways.
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Clary just hung around the bar for about an hour, looking around for Jordan. It was getting pretty boring watching all of the girls that wore pieces of strings that strippers normally wear, dancing sloppily against hormone driven guys.
So she set her beer on the bar, and started making her way toward where she hoped was the front door so she could get the hell out of there. The bass was still thumping through her entire being, but strobe likes came on about thirty minutes ago. How that happened, she had no idea.
One second, Clary was pushing through the smelly, sweaty bodies, and the next a large pair of arms wrapped around her small waist. Her immediate reaction was to bring her elbow up and nail the guy in the nose, like she was taught to, but instead, she let herself be dragged back into a very hard, very warm, chest. A gasp escaped her before she could help herself, and the chest behind her rumpled with laughter. The smell of sunshine (if sunshine had a smell, it would smell like this), and a masculine smell filled her nose. Definitely not Jordan then. This dude was at least a good head taller than her.
She felt him bend down, and nuzzle his nose into her neck and hair, and inhaled. Weird ass creep. Just as she was about to try to turn around and say something, the voice that belonged to this said creep spoke. "Leaving so soon? The fun hasn't even started."
Damn. The voice was one of those deep voices that sounded angelic, and velvety. Ah, a smooth talker.
"Pretty boring so far." She said back to the voice, in a steady and confident voice. It took everything she had into her not to lean back into his chest further.
He just 'tsked' and she felt him shake his head. "That's just because you haven't been hanging out with me." He tightened his grip on her, and lifted lips to her ear. Damn, his lips were soft. "Let me show you a good time."
Yeah, not happening. Clary shook her head, shaking herself out of her reverie in the process. What was she doing? She didn't ever let guys talk to her like this. Stupid guys and their need to be dominate.
She tried to wiggle out of his vice grip, but he didn't let up.
Hard way it was then.
Clary lifted her shoulder, effectively knocking him in his jaw, and thrust her other shoulder forward, making him lose his grip. With a smugness, Clary continued her journey through the crowd.
Even more smugness set in when she didn't look back. Man, she was good.
Clary walked through the door, not bothering to glance at the disgusting wasted teens that were playing tonsil tennis, and straight to her beautiful motorcycle that she rode here on. She threw a leg over the side of it, and turned the key that she stupidly left in there.
The rev of the engine was the most satisfying thing she has ever heard. Clary turned around, and tucked her red hair into her black leather jacket, and pulled on her helmet that was clipped on the side of her baby. She turned back around, revved her engine a little, and flipped the visor down so that is covered her eyes.
Even with everything that just happened with her messed up family and caused her to move to an entirely different down, Clary couldn't find a single reason not to smile while her bike grumbled underneath her as she spend away, down the streets of Brooklyn.
Maybe moving here wouldn't be so bad.
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Okay so I know I didn't do that much of descriptions on the charachters features and stuff, because I wanted you to see bout that next chapter. My bad. Oh well. Please R&R. I'll love you long time ;) Anyways,
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Until next time...