Here I am crying over something that happened an hour and half ago, and what do I have to show for it? Two gallons of tears, messed up make up, and no boyfriend. I had watched my boyfriend of three years make out with the biggest whore that I have ever seen. Three years! I angrily thought. Yeah I was upset, and here I am pleasing my best friend. Magnus' birthday was today, and according to him, it was the best party of the year. In reality it was just a crowded birthday partfulfill of drunktards. I thought my ex would have some standards for the girls that he dated, not just sucking face with any piece of legs that he found. I wouldn't be surprised if she has AIDS, and I'm sure that he will get them. By the angel, I'm pissed off, and to top it all off I don't want to go to the party.
(magnus POV)
Poor Clary… I thought to myself, but it's not like I don't know what she's going through. About a month ago, I broke up with my boyfriend of 3 months, Merlion, he got clingy. I know it's not the same thing but still.
Hey, I still get to have my party though. I also get to see my friends adopted brother. I thought to myself, chuckling at his self given nickname "The Golden Party Boy." Recently he hasn't been that much of a party boy. From what I heard from his father, Stephan Herondale, he's been distant. His father said it was his heart ripped out from his ex. It sounds to me a lot like Clary's predicament. I heard the words roll around in my head. Anyway I had hopped that at my party they would find each other's broken hearts and live happily ever after. Alas I needed help, and I know just the right person
Izzy lightwood, queen of Sparkles herself, is Brooklyn's party official. sbe has an awesome party almost every two weeks. SHe helped me with my birthday party. The main reason I want her, other than her mad party planning skills, is because she always tries to hook everyone up because she is so happy with my older brother. So I know Magnus will be into helping me with "Golden Boy" and Clary one hundred percent.
I know a couple of things for sure. 1.) Sebastian will be jealous and feel like a complete idiot. 2.) Golden Boy will be so star struck it's not even funny. As I rolled over the names in my head I tried to come up with a good one for what I was planning. Jarry? NO. Clarce? NO. I GOT IT! I thought happily as I said out loud. "Time for part one of Operation Clace!"
(Clary POV)
"Clarissa Fray! Get out of the god dammed tub!" Izzy said barging into the bathroom. "I found you the sexiest damn thing to wear. Sebastian doesn't know what he's missing." She continued on with certainty. She was dressed in a skin-tight "dress" but it looked more like a long shirt with hot pink fish nets an black six inch heals with pink bows on them.
"Iz, do I really have to go?" I asked her hoping she would say no. "So I can either: Leave, get a large chocolate chip frappachino with a huge double chocolate muffin and drown in self-pity. I said to her in hopes that she will let me go so I don't have to suffer.
"NO! You can't because I'm afraid you will possibly A) kill your-self, or B) kill Sebastian, C) get super fat. What she said as if it was the truth but She's a little bit of hypocrite at times. I thought to myself.
"Fine what did you "find" me to wear? It better not look too sluty!" I asked her.
Izzy smiled like the Cheshire cat and said "And what are you going to do if it does look sluty? Kill me? Scare me? Hurt me? Or will you wear it with the biggest scowl of your life?"
"I'll take all of them Alex for I hate you!" we both laughed. She sat me down and made me all pretty. She put me in a semi elegant sparkling green dress with a red ruby necklace. My hair was in perfect ringlets and my eyes popped like never before. I had 5 inch strappy silver heels. I didn't even recognize myself. And Sebastian left me for some slut! God was he stupid.
