Author's Note:

This is my new story that I'm super excited about! Hope you enjoy it!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything! The Mortal Instruments and all of its fabulous characters belong to Cassandra Clare.

"He didn't know what he was doing at all! I'm going to ruin him! I don't understand why girls think he's so good because he's not!" Isabelle had been on this rant about Meliorn since Friday's party. She'd planned to hook up with him, but ended up making Clary drive her home early because Meliorn was apparently "clueless when it comes to anything sexual."

Clary was laying on Isabelle's bed reading a magazine like she did every morning while Isabelle did her makeup and hair in preparation for school. That was one of the many perks of living next to your best friend and having parents that were cool with you building a bridge between your balconies. It was easy for Clary to hang out with Isabelle every morning before school. She watched as Isabelle applied lip gloss to her already pink lips. It always funny to Clary on how they must look to outsiders. They were complete opposites. Isabelle was tall and curvy with long, straight, black hair and dark eyes. Clary was short with curly red hair and bright green eyes. They had the same personality though. They both wanted to have fun and kiss boys and party. It helped that the student body at Alicante High basically worshiped the group that they walked on. Although Clary and Isabelle were only sophomores, every girl wanted to be them and every guy wanted to hook up with them.

"I really to hook up with someone soon! I heard Sebastian Verlac is pretty good," Clary stated while she wiggles her eyebrows suggestively.

"Oh and he's a senior so he won't be clueless! You should ask him to the party on Friday at Kælie's house. She might be a total whore, but she knows how to throw a good party." Isabelle was pulling her bag into her shoulder and motioned for Clary to follow her out of the room.

"I'll ask him, but I'm thinking of hooking up with him during 5th period today. He can't say no, especially while I'm wearing this." Clary was wearing a black miniskirt with a tight green tank top and a black leather jacket over top. She wore her black heels that screamed "fuck me in a janitor's closet." She'd straightened her hair and wore deadly black eyeliner and mascara. No boy would say no to her.

"You look hot! He doesn't have a chance!" Isabelle led them out the front door and into her brand new Ferrari. Her parents spoiled her and her siblings because they were always gone and felt bad. Isabelle had three brothers; Alec, who was in college, Max, who was in 4th grade, and Jace, who was a senior at Alicante. The Lightwood children lived in their mansion house, and they got anything they wanted. Recently, Isabelle had wanted a Ferrari, and now she had one. This benefitted Clary because Isabelle gave her a ride in the morning, and a Ferrari definitely made guys want to hook up with them more.

The girls arrived at school just before the first bell rang. Clary and Isabelle didn't have any morning classes together, so they said their goodbyes and parted ways. Clary liked most of her morning classes; she had friends in all her classes and they were all easy. It wasn't until 4th period that she had a problem. She had English Literature, with Jace. Clary hated Jace. She'd hated him from the moment she'd met him. He was annoyingly arrogant and unbelievably rude.

"Hey slut," Jace called to Clary from the other side of the room making his group of friends.

"Asshole," Clary muttered as she took her seat in front of Mr. Asshole himself. Throughout the entire class, Clary could feel Jace's golden eyes burning into the back of her heard. The professor gave the class 20 minutes of free time at the end of class and Clary immediately turned around.

"Can I help you?" she snarled.

"That outfit makes me want to fuck you." Jace's eyes slowly moved down her body, turning a darker shade of gold as they got lower. Clary was going to have fun with this. She knew that Isabelle would kill her and Jace if try ever hooked up, and Jace knew it too. That made this the perfect opportunity for torture. Clary smirked as she turned her chair and slowly crossed her legs to make sure Jace could see her lacy black thong. She leaned over his desk so that he had a clear view down her shirt.

"Oh really," she breathed. She looked up through her eyelashes at him seductively and bit her lip. Jace's eyes were almost black as he looked at her. Clary realized that he really was sexy as hell. His messy blonde hair fell into his normally molten eyes giving him that bad boy look. He was 6' 1", 7 inches taller than Clary without heels on. She looked at his lips. They looked soft and warm, and she wondered what they would feel like against hers.

The sound of the bell made Clary jump out of her seat and race out of the door. Her plan had completely backfired. She was trying to turn Jace on and in the process, she got turned on. Clary spotted Sebastian across the hallway talking to his friend on the soccer team. She marched right up to him, grabbed his hand, and dragged him into the janitor's closet in a secluded hallway.

"What the-"

"I want you to fuck me senseless. Right here. Right now." Clary was determined to forget what just happened with Jace, and this was the perfect way to do it. Sebastian gave a slight smirk and slammed Clary up against the door. It should've hurt, but Clary thought it felt so good. Sebastian slammed their lips together with such force that Clary moaned into his mouth. He grabbed her hands and pinned them above her head as he kissed down Clary's neck making her gasped. He let go of her hands and dragged his hands down her body and gripped the back of her thighs. She wrapped her legs around his waist making him groan. Suddenly, Sebastian pushed Clary's skirt up around her waist and pulled her panties down allowing total access. Clary reached his pants and unbuttoned them, yanking his jeans and boxers down around his knees. Before Clary could blink, Sebastian was in her and did he feel good. He obviously knew what he was doing. Clary gasped his name over and over again until they were both leaning against the door out of breath. Sebastian put his pants back on as Clary pulled her skirt back over her thong.

"Come to Kælie's party with me Friday?" Clary asked.

"I'd love to." Sebastian offered her a smirk and left the closet. Clary smiled to herself as she quickly fixed her hair and applied a fresh coat of lip gloss. She checked her appearance in the mirror she kept in her purse, and once she looked perfect again, she left the closet only to run into someone, literally.

"I'm sorry-" but she stopped when she realized who it was.

"Fucking Verlac in the closet. Classy," Jace snorted.

"Like you haven't." Clary glared at him and she fixed her jacket.

"Actually, I've never once hooked up with Sebastian. I know it's shocking considering we're on the same team thus in the locker room all the time together," Jace replied in a sarcastic tone.

"You're missing out. Maybe he could teach you a thing or two." Clary winked and turned to walk away.

"Oh Clary, you wish it had been me." She heard the smirk in his voice, but she couldn't turn around because if she had, he wouldn't have seen her blush and known he was completely accurate.

Clary walked into lunch without seeming flustered by her confrontation with Jace. Sadly, Jace sat at her lunch table along with the other soccer players and most of the cheerleaders. Clary wasn't a cheerleader, but Isabelle was so Clary was automatically placed in their group.

"Clare-bear!" Izzy yelled from across the cafeteria. Clary walked over and sat between Izzy and Sebastian and across from Aline who was next to Jace.

"Sorry I'm late Iz. I had to stay after class for misbehaving." Clary winked at Sebastian.

"Oh that's fine! I was just wondering if you heard about the party on Friday." Sebastian heard this and put his hand on Clary's upper thigh.

"Of course I heard! Sebastian and I are going together." Clary smile sweetly and glanced at Jace. He looked about ready to murder Sebastian. Slowly, Sebastian started moving his hand up Clary's thing and slipped it under her skirt causing Clary to let a small gasp escape her lips. Suddenly, Sebastian jerked his hand from her skirt and yelped.

"Dude, I'm sorry! I must've had a muscle spasm of something," Jace said coolly.

"It's fine. I just can't feel my leg!" Sebastian glared at Jace. He got up and limped towards the door, muttering something about getting Advil from his locker. Jace smirked at Sebastian's retreating form, and Clary glared at him.

"Since when do you get random muscle spasms," Izzy asked suspiciously.

"Since when do you care," Jace responded easily. Isabelle rolled her eyes and turned her attention back me.

"So was he good?" she asked excitedly. Clary knew Jace was listening even though he was looking at his phone.

"Izzy you wouldn't believe me if I told you what he can do to you. He was so hot, and he rammed into me so hard I just-" but Clary was cut off when Jace slammed his hands down on the table. He stood up and stormed out of the cafeteria.

"Geez! I wonder what's got him all hot and bothered," Isabelle wondered.

"I've got no idea." Clary couldn't wipe the smirk off her face for the rest of the day.

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