Disclaimer: The last time I checked, I was waiting get Clockwork Prince…so I guess that means I'm not Cassie and do not own MI or anything else of hers.

So, this was really sudden inspiration and it hit me so hard that I couldn't resist writing it down..even when I have two other stories that I'm doing crappy updating on.

BUT this will be fairly short. I'm talking about 5 chapters THE MOST.

Also, this idea came out wayyyy better in my head than writing down, so sorry for it being…crap.

Chapter One: The Invitation and Party

"Clary, get the mail!" Jocelyn Fray shouted from the kitchen.

"Kay!" I yelled back, before running to get it. When I was little, I always used to wait up for the mailman. Not so much anymore, but we were still friendly if we ever saw each other. I remember that he used to sneak me some lollipops or little trinkets for me sometimes.

As I was walked back inside, I flipped through the mail even though I never got actual mail. It was more about e-mail, Facebook, Tumblr and stuff like that when I saw my name printed across the front of one.

I froze in my tracks, one hand on the door handle as I read it. There was no return address but the paper felt thick, as if it was an invitation.

God knows how Simon, nor anyone else I knew for that matter, would send her something like this. They would just text or call her.

I snuck it under my jacket, before casually walking into the kitchen and plopping the rest of the mail down. "I got it!" I yelled in her direction before walking quickly away.

Once in the safety of my room, taking care to lock the door, I opened it.

Thick paper – the expensive kind – was the paper I pulled out from inside of it. In rich gold lettering on the white paper with a swirling bordered design it had my name on it. I was so sure when I read the invitation that this wasn't for me.

But the name at the top, my name, making it one hundred percent real. Could it be a joke?

Why waste all this money on this then? And besides, it's not like anyone hates me and vice versa. Why would anyone do such a thing to me then?

I was invited to a party, to a house that I did not know. To a rich person's house.

Not that being rich is a big deal, but it's not like I personally knew someone who was rich that would invite me to their house. Shoving it in the bottom of my drawer, I mentally saved the date – this Friday, before unlocking my door and started drawing, not wanting to deal with this party issue yet.

Naturally, I drew those same intense eyes, the ones that I would recognize anywhere even without coloring it in.

I sighed, knowing my crush on him was useless. How was a guy like him going to even notice me much less like me?

All I'm known is the artsy-girl-who-is-smart. Which means, geek. And normally, I'm totally okay with that. I don't want to be one of those girls that worry about their hair every five seconds or get with a new person every other day.

But no one likes a geek.

Much less Jace freakin Lightwood.

Him, his brother and sister are well known. Jace, the guy everyone wants, Izzy, the girl everyone wants and Alec, for the guys playing on the other team.

And no way was someone like him going to notice a little speck like me. I was like krill in a giant ocean.

Meaning, he may spare a tiny glance at me. And that's it.

It's almost like I'm not even there, that I'm invisible.

I've heard about the rumors. That he was cocky, and was a player. Yet, I couldn't stop my heart from falling for the wrong person.

Secretly, I thought he was a whole difference person underneath all that façade of being cocky. Deep down, I just knew he was a real person who didn't care about popularity and girls all the time. Someone who was genuine, who actually had a heart.

It was just buried under his mask.

I sighed, knowing that thinking about Jace was only going to make it worse. Why like someone who doesn't even spare you a second glance?

I am invisible.

Friday night, I was wearing black leggings and a loose long sleeved emerald green shirt with holes in the sleeves, showing off a bit of the skin on my arms.

Somehow, impossibly, I managed to convince my mom to let me go. I tried on clothes upon clothes to find just the right thing.

I didn't know who this was, and I wanted to make an impression while look like I was trying. Oh god, I was sounding like one of those girls.

Taking a deep breath, I thought to myself, just find out who's house this is and leave.

Patting the tan satchel by my side reassuringly – which I used instead of my usual messenger bag – I let Maia drag me to the front door.

I knew I didn't want the actual guts to go through with this; I was too chicken. But Maia, I knew, would never let me live it down if I didn't go. Not only that, she would make sure I would go, even if it meant carrying me while kicking and screaming.

Which I know she would do.

I rang the doorbell, fiddling with the emerald green stone that adorned my finger.

Eventually when a blonde haired blue eyed girl opened the door, I wanted to run back to the safety to my house.

She was wearing eyeliner, mascara, eye shadow, you name it. Her skirt was just barely covering her underwear and the shirt was skin tight, exposing more skin then I would want to see on a fellow female.

Somehow, a popular girl like her opened the door wide open. I glanced uneasily at Maia, who just stared straight ahead – trying not the kill the blonde, I presumed.

And that's when the smell hit me. It was overwhelming and not in a good way. The alcohol stench was heavy in the air, tangled with vomit.

Beer bottles and discarded red cups littered the floor and I could hear someone playing beer pong while blasting music.

Gulping, I once again looked at Maia. She just grabbed my arm and dragged me to an area where we didn't find a couples making out or drinking.

"Whose party is this?" she hissed at me, her grip on my upper arm tightening.

"Ouch Maia. I don't know! That's why we're here, remember?" I reminded her, twisting in her grip.

She let go, eyes narrowing at me. "We find out and we leave,okay?"

"Okay," I agreed. Scanning the area around me, I tried searching for someone I knew or in the very least, recognized. It was in vain, I knew. No one I knew would have this type of party. If Jocelyn found out…

I shuddered, not wanting to even think about the consequences.

That's when a certain golden boy stumbled near me, detaching himself from the sea of sweating hot bodies, a red cup in his hand, his hair looking as though five girls ran their fingers through them.

Which I didn't doubt for a second.

Averting my gaze, I tried not to blush as I waited for him to pass. A good few moments later, I turned around, Maia gone from sight and Jace still standing a few feet away from me.

I got nervous and I felt cold sweat traveling down my back. What was I suppose to say? Oh god, what if this was all a joke? I felt my face heating up and I looked away once again, staring at my feet, which were in flats and not in five inch heels like the other girls.

Stupidly, I didn't even try wearing heels to make myself at least give the illusion of being a tiny bit taller. Oh well, it's not Jace was going to remember seeing me whether he was sober or not, especially with the hangover he was so going to end up with tomorrow.

Someone tapped my shoulder. I opened my mouth, well prepared to yell at Maia for ditching me, especially when she had said she wanted to leave ASAP.

The golden eyes that locked with my own were not what I was expecting.

"Yes?" I asked, cringing when I heard how squeaky and high pitched my voice sounded.

Luckily, it seems like Jace didn't care or couldn't really process it – it appeared to be leaning towards the latter seeing that he could barely walk. "Hey," he said, leaning against the wall. More in attempt to avoid from falling over rather than looking cool, I assumed.

Still, I couldn't help but gawk at him. Jace, the golden boy – literally – was talking to me. To me!

Then I began to wonder how much he really did drink in order to actually talk to a nerd like me. For sure his vision was messed up, probably seeing a gorgeous red head in a skanky dress with makeup on rather than the real me.

"Um. Hi," I replied, feeling insanely awkward. As many times I had pictured the day that Jace would talk to me, the amount of times I fantasized that we would be together one day, I had never really expected it to come true.

And here we were now.

"You made it," he smiled, showing me that one incisor that was chipped in football practice.

I felt my brows furrowing together. What was he talking about? Just when realization hit, when I put two and two together, his face got pale and he covered his mouth.

"Wha –" was all I got out before he ran up the stairs, looking as though he was about to hurl.

And with the amount he probably drank, he most likely was.

Sighing, I went up the stairs, noticing how no one was going up there to 'do it'. Huh.

Seeing a room on with the light, I opened it to see a bathroom; Jace crouched over the toilet bowl.

He was – thank god – done with throwing up, but he was still sitting there, his long legs sprawled out in front of him.

"Jace?" I asked, tentatively. "You okay?"

He nodded his head before groaning. I felt bad, knowing that probably made him feel worse, shaking his head like that.

"Do you…do you need help?" I offered, surprising myself. I could have – should have – just left. I knew almost for a fact that it was Jace who had invited me. It made sense – no one else could possibly throw a bigger party and now have anyone not trying to go upstairs.

Jace probably said no one was allowed upstairs and even through their drunken minds, they didn't dare to go upstairs. I was surprised by the amount of control he had over these people.

When he didn't reply, I took his hand, pulling up with all my might. My tiny hand was almost totally enclosed in his. That's when I truly realized Jace's size. And how tiny I felt in comparison.

Eventually, I got him up. Holding him steady, I grabbed a towel and wet it, wiping his mouth off, trying not to stare at those perfect lips . . . that perfect face. I was barely able to even reach up his mouth however, being as short as I was.

Jace's attention was fixated on me, but I had no idea what he was thinking. He just kept looking at me with those intense gold eyes.

When I was done, he didn't let go of me. Instead, he just put his arm around me, leaning against me like I was a crutch. I almost toppled over by the weight and the sheer size of him but somehow I managed not to.

I was led to a door, which I opened, before we walked in there without turning on the light. My eyes quickly adjusted to the darkness, the moonlight spilling from the window helping me see a little better.

We hobbled over to the bed, in which he collapsed in gratefully. I myself was happy that he was off me, even though being that close to Jace was something beyond my wildest dream.

When he woke up, this would all probably be a dream to him anyway. Or maybe he wouldn't even remember it.

All the better.

At least I would remember. The night that I actually got to feel how soft and warm he was, despite the taught muscles.

I stood there for a second, before turning around to leave. It was time for me to get out of here.

Before I could take a step, my shirt caught onto something. Turning around, I saw Jace's fingers hooked in my shirt.

I blinked. His tawny eyes looked at me for a second before muttering something. "Pardon me?"

"I said thanks," he murmured more loudly this time.

"You're welcome," I said, slight caught off guard. I was surprised that Jace Lightwood even said thank you.

He still didn't let go of my shirt. For a second I thought that he had passed out but he started speaking again. "Not for…not for what you did," he continued, "though I greatly appreciate that. Thanks for coming."

That's when I remembered what he had said downstairs to me. Crouching down next to his bed on my knees, I looked at him straight in the eyes – well, his half lidded eyes anyways, with just a hint of golden liquid showing.

"Where you the one that sent me the invitation?" I asked, my breath catching.

Maybe this was all a dream.

Or worse yet, he was going to yell out no and people lurking in the shadows would be laughing at my humiliation.

But none of those were right. "Yeah," he answered, smiling.

"Why did you invite me?" I asked, staring at him though I pretty much knew the answer.

"Isn't it obvious? A smart girl like you should know," he muttered, opening his eyes completely now so I could feel the full impact of his gaze.

I was silent for a moment. "I just want to make sure I'm not just…wrong."

"So you want conformation?" he asked. I stayed quiet, letting the night settle over us. He spoke after a couple of minutes. "I do like you Clary, as much as I tried to deny it – and believe me, I've tried. I have for the past year. I shouldn't, I know it would be bad for you if I did, but I couldn't help myself."

"Deny it?" I repeated, feeling very small and feeble. Of course why would he want to like an artsy geek like me? I shouldn't have expected anything less than that.

He shifted his position of his head on the pillow, so I could see both eyes. "I tried denying it because I don't want to suck you into this drama filled life," he said, as though reading my mind through his drunken haze.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"I don't want you to be changed – I like you the way you are. Yet, if people found out we were, they would try to change you into what they are. I know you might not like me, but I couldn't take that chance. I couldn't be selfish with you."

My eyes soften and my worries all melted away. This was the real Jace – the sweet one right here. Even if he wasn't sober, this was the person he kept locked away.

I couldn't answer him though. I was afraid I was going to break this dream and be woken up by it only to be disappointed. "You don't have to say anything," Jace said after a couple of moments. "I get it. It was worth a try. I just wanted to see if you would come, to at least know whether the feelings were mutual."

Again, I was shocked, unable to speak. When I was finding the right words in my head, something along the lines of how could someone not like you, when he spoke again. His voice was heavy this time, thick with sleep.

"Can you just…just stay here with me for a little while?" he asked, his eyes lidded. However, he still scooted over, leaving more than room for me on the queen bed.

Against my better judgment, I crawled in. He didn't touch me, but he was close enough to me that I could feel his body heat.

I turned over to face the side he was in, only to see him already gazing at me. I openly stared back, drowning in the golden honey of his eyes.

He reached out under the covers, slowly enough that I could withdraw my hand if I wanted to, and held it, his hand closing around mine. His palm was soft and warm, just as I always imagined it would be.

Eventually, his eyes closed and his breathing even out. I stared at him for a few minutes, glad that he was asleep to not see me.

His golden features were washed with the pale silver of the moon. I couldn't help but wonder how I, me out of all the much prettier girls, managed to capture his heart.

I knew that he was most likely going to forgot that I even came here, that we had this conversation. That I knew.

But a part of me was glad that I knew.

Withdrawing my hand, I felt myself be sad on the inside. Immediately I had missed the warmth of his hand, how it closed around my own small one. It was hard to take my hand out; his fingers were hooked around mine.

Even when my hand was free of his, his hand was still in the position as if he was still holding my hand.

Slowly, hesitantly, I gently kissed his forehead, whispering goodnight, glad that he was asleep before climbing out the bed.

I closed the door behind me, feeling colder then when I was next to Jace.

Okay, so just saying, I wrote this at like 1 AM, so sorry if it's crappy. This idea just hit me…and I liked it aha and today I just checked over it…again, at like almost 12 at night.

It's most likely going to be a two-shot or maybe a three-shot. At most a couple of chapters. I repeat: this is going to be a SHORT story if anything.

And I most likely will not be continuing it or anything of that sort like Just A Dream. (I need to finish up my other two stories. And how I have this so…)

Thanks for reading guys!

Hope it wasn't too awful,

~Icyfirelove3

P.S. If you like Clace, check out my fluffy one shot called Rain Always Leads to Rainbows. Or if you want to read mulit-chapter stories by me, check out Superhero. I have a story called City of Glass Hearts that I finished and I am currently writing a prequel (you don't have to read CoGH) called City of Destroyed Hearts. It's mostly my own characters for the prequel, but you'll get why I did it if you read CoGH.