Compared to my other stories, this one is a bit more dark. I got the idea when I was listening to Lana Del Rey's Lolita and I just had to make a fanfic of it! Though, the song was intended for the book, if anything.
I wasn't sure if I was going to make this a one-shot or a story; that's up for you to decide.
Hope you enjoy!
Warm was how the weatherman described the New York day. A week into her sophomore school year and she couldn't wait for the experience to end. Her brother Jonathan would say otherwise as he mingled with the needy girls of her class. It made her sick, not the flirting part. Okay, maybe the flirting part, but only because her brother was so young. Eighteen was an age that was too tender, supple, to her.
She wanted strong, sturdy, hair growing where it wasn't for the boys at school, as much as they liked to brag. Had her mother found out about this would she no longer go to a public school and a more refined catholic school.
What was wrong with wanting man in her life?
"Sweetheart, eat your toast." Jocelyn chided as Clary stared blankly at the kitchen television. Clary smiled at her, looking at the toast with a small grimace before popping the crisped bread into her mouth.
"You gonna date a boy this year or come out of the closet? Huh Sis?" Jonathan teased, making Clary wished she hadn't eaten the toast and instead thrown it at his head.
"Jonathan!" Their mother cried out, shaking her head at him before returning and making sure her briefcase was filled with her office necessities.
"Well you two, I gotta get going." Jocelyn said, walking over to kiss them both on the cheek. "I'll see you after work, love you." She finished.
"Love you too." They both muttered through their filled mouths. Clary waited till she could hear her mother's car start before standing up from her seat and walking across the kitchen towards the staircase.
"Where are you going? Aren't you going to finish your meal?" Jonathan asked her, gesturing towards the almost untouched eggs and bacon. Clary grimaced at how unhealthy it was, preferring to eat something more nature-based. Surely there was something better that Jocelyn had packed for her for lunch.
"Getting ready." Clary answered before taking the stairs quickly, almost losing her footing on some of steps. At the foot of the staircase, she turned towards her room, smiling at the pink color she'd painted it. If a stranger ever saw it, they would have assumed that she was a little, innocent girl.
Which was exactly what she wanted them to think.
Shutting her door, she stripped from the jeans and frilly shirt and reached for something more... fitting. Something that revealed what a sweet girl she really was. What she'd always wanted others to see. The white babydoll dress might have been as provocative as langerie. The playful vibe of it was what she would use to her advantage this year.
She eyed herself in the mirror, loving how puberty had brought out the woman in her but hadn't cancelled out her baby face. What she'd eventually settled on were leather sandals that added to her appearance. Her hair was fire burning down the pure fabric of the dress, something she was sure to attract people. Or lingering stares; either which were fine to her.
Now, of course, makeup was to not be heavy, so she grabbed some red lipstick and applied it to her pale lips, admiring the color on her cream-colored skin. Mascara, all though not too much, made her coppery lashes reach out and appear long and pretty. Since the sun was shining out through her window, Clary popped on her favorite pair of sunglasses that just so happened to be in the shape of hearts.
"Now I'm ready." Clary smiled to herself before heading out the room. There wasn't a need to carry her book bag, as she'd already taken it and left it in her locker the day before. Jonathan had probably gone to school by taking a taxi. She, however, loved to walk and meet new people. Not alone though, her friend Isabelle would tag along with her.
Isabelle, someone who was even prettier than Clary. The idea didn't upset Clary though, as Isabelle loved to dress mature. Clary didn't want to meet someone who was into the scantily dressed girls of New York. Those who adored that might as well have been hormonal teenagers she cared nothing for. Clary was pure, and would surely dress as such until proven otherwise. Mature men liked that sort of thing, or at least that's what Clary's aunt had told her. Though, Amatis had faith where Clary didn't. Faith that she gave her husband Stephan after he'd ignored the stares of tube tops and high heels and instead fell in love with the plainly-dressed Amatis.
No. The right man wouldn't fall for such tempting things. The right man was strong, and would prove that to her when she'd finally find him.
She was walking to school, hands in her pocket as she envisioned what the feeling of being a junior would be like. Would she feel powerful? Prettier? More mature, more… risky? Of course, as she'd barely turned sixteen with the coming of the school year, she couldn't help but dream of the dangerous seventeen year old she wanted to be. Oh how the older men would stare at her! No, she didn't care much for the baby-faced boys at her school, as much as the other girls did.
But then again, she wasn't like other girls.
"You're quiet. Why are you quiet?" Isabelle asked.
"Am I?" Clary wondered with a smile.
"Yeah, you are. I was just talking about how different this year was going to be since we're no longer freshman." Isabelle recalled. Clary couldn't agree with her more. If only Isabelle knew of her friends wishes… desires.
"Think this is the year we find the one?" Isabelle asked Clary, who'd been busy returning the stares of the men they passed. With each gentle breeze the air brought, the more her dress would swirl around her legs, making some-if not most- jaws drop.
"Boy do I hope it is." She said, dipping into her fantasies of a muscular, stubble-faced man. Her eyes skimmed down the sidewalks, looking not only at the people, but the world around her. The flowers that grew outside some of the stores were lovely, and even better were the rich smell of pastries that bakers had just taken out of the oven. It was paradise to her.
"You know, I thought Simon would be walking with us." Isabelle commented, looking down at her high heels to hide the fact that she was blushing.
"Oh Isabelle, can you be more obvious?" Clary teased, nudging her friend with her shoulder and watching as the taller girl held back a grin.
"I am not obvious!" Isabelle insisted, staring off at the slowly-passing clouds that traveled up in the sky.
"If you want to know if he likes you, just admit it and I'll tell you." Clary offered her, watching as Isabelle bit her teeth and weighted the embarrassment of telling her that she liked her other best friend. One that she insisted she hadn't liked up until now.
"I might think that he's sort… cute." Isabelle huffed, crossing her arms. The smile that broke out on Clary's face reflected in her own as she planned to set her two friends together. Sure, she didn't like the idea of someone Simon's age, but seeing Isabelle with him was almost pleasant to her. To cause such happiness to another person was a dream that she would make come true.
"So will you talk to him?" Isabelle asked Clary.
"Yeah, if you want me to?" She responded.
"Of course I want you to! Just don't let him know that I asked you about it!" Isabelle ordered. If Clary did mention the affection Simon had for her friend, he was sure to be suspicious, and most definitely ask her what brought it up.
"Sure, but he's gonna wanna know why I brought it up." She noted.
"Do you think so?" Isabelle worried, beginning to chew her lip again. A few people stared at her friend, but Clary didn't mind. They only helped her cross off a few more names that she didn't even consider. Not that she knew their names, but surely their faces were removed from her consideration.
"Whatever, he'll still want to be with you. Maybe the idea of you being all in charge will turn him on?" Clary winked at Isabelle who began to laugh at the idea of being in charge. The fact was, Isabelle was a strong girl, stronger than Clary. If Clary was strong at all…
"I hope you're right." There was a slight threat in her sentence, but Clary didn't press on about it. "What about you?" She asked her.
"What about me?" Clary questioned with lidded eyes.
"Are there any boys at school that peak your interest?" Isabelle answered. The thought of being with someone who was… inexperienced, or so she assumed with the teenaged-faces of all the boys that stared at horrified Clary. What was the point of saving something as precious as her virginity when it would be wasted on a terrible experience?
"Would you believe me if I said I wasn't interested?" Clary asked her.
"Uh, no. Have you even seen what the school has to offer?" She gawked. "I mean, I know there are some assholes, but what school doesn't have to offer that?" She questioned. "Anyways, don't tell me you haven't dreamed of being with a guy as toned and fabulous as Sebastian Verlac. He's H-O-T hot." Isabelle finished with a sizzle.
Clary grimaced at her, stifling a gag as they continued on with their walk.
"No, I haven't." She said in a stern tone.
"Wow, I have to admit that that's impressive of you to be able to resist his abs. And boy… when I say abs, I mean abs." Her sentence trailed off as she must've envisioned the supposed abs of Sebastian Verlac. Maybe if Clary were different would she actually want a boy like him. Emphasis on boy. Sebastian was a smooth-faced boy who had no business around a girl like Clary. His moral filth was sure to impair her purity that she'd kept so clean.
No, she wouldn't give that to him, or any of his friends.
"I thought you liked Simon?" Clary blurted after listening to Isabelle ramble on and on about Sebastian Verlac, a boy she was not tired of hearing.
"I do," and Clary smiled at that, fooling her into admitting it for the first and probably final time. "Hey! Don't you laugh at me! I'm sure there's some boy you're head over heels for, so leave me to my emotional freedom!" Isabelle protested. "But Sebastian is just a thought, a fantasy that wouldn't do more than get me all riled up. Yes he has a pretty face, and body, hair, smile-"
"Isabelle," Clary groaned, snapping her out of her ongoing sentence.
"Sorry," she grinned sheepishly, running a hand through her dark hair. "As I was saying. He has a pretty face, but that's it. Simon is the whole package… mm… package."
And that's when Clary decided it was best to pretend and listen to her friend.
If she'd spent the rest of her walk staring at her feet, Clary wouldn't have seen the most gorgeous face that she'd ever, ever lay eyes on. He was her reason for walking, as he was there almost everyday of the week waiting for his eventual ride to work.
He was leaning against a brick building, a gray suit hugging his very apparent muscles. His hair was a color that she hadn't seen, along with his eyes, which was golden. Yes, golden, like she'd imagine he tasted. Liquid gold. His skin was just as tanned, or what she could see past his suit. Scattered across his chin was the most perfect layer of stubble that matched his seemingly perfect appearance.
In one hand did he carry a suitcase, and the other, well, in the other was he holding a phone and talking on it. From the constant eye rolling, it was probably work-related. With her heart sunglasses on, she was sure that he couldn't see her, but he looked at her anyway as she walked past him. Probably hoping to see past what was hidden under her babydoll dress. Such naughty thoughts towards a girl as pure as her.
A few paces ahead of him was a flower shop, showing their most lavish and colorful flowers in front as if they were nothing. Clary muttered something to Isabelle about the roses, and stopped to lean in and smell them. She slid her heart sunglasses down her nose so that she could see him without its light-manipulation. With his eyes on her, she took it to her advantage and brushed her lips against the soft petals, possible allowing him to see down her dress. He visibly swallowed hard as she gazed at him and in that moment she knew that she had him. Or whatever he was willing to give.
"Geez Clary, watch your dress!" Isabelle hissed, pulling Calry by the arm until she was standing. Her gaze lingered on the man as he stared back, wanting to hold it forever but having to submit to her pestering friend.
"What was that for?" Clary asked with slight annoyance.
"Are you kidding? Some grown man could look down your shirt you Lolita!" Isabelle scoffed. A few seconds passed before they were back to talking as they were about the boys at school, or rather Isabelle was. Hopefully, tomorrow, Isabelle would be right about a man, specifically that man, looking down her shirt.
AN: I'm pretty sure you all know who the golden-haired fellow was
So how was that for a first chapter, or one-shot if that's what it turns out to be. In this fanfic, Clary's a bit of a Lolita, as Isabelle stated. If they are next chapters, they will surely focus on her trying to get Jace and then on.
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