Clary pov
"No."
"Clary please!"
"No Izzy. I'm not putting that on!" I said pointing at the clothes that she laid out on my bed.
"Come on Clary! Do it for Jon!" Said Izzy with puppy dog eyes. My weakness. I sighed.
"Fine!" I said picking up the flowy bright green mini skirt (that doesn't even reach mid-thigh!), a neon pink scuba crop top with a zipper in the front, and a crop jean jacket. I turned around and walked into my bathroom to change.
"I'm going to kill you, Izzy!" I said through the bathroom door.
"I know! But after tonight, I highly dought it." She said. I rolled my eyes and pulled the skirt on. I unlocked the door and walked out. Izzy squealed.
"OMG! Clary! You look amazing!" She said, "here, put these on." She said handing me a pair of knee-high pink boots. I rolled my eyes again and snatched the boots.
"Izzy, you are never making me do this again!" I growled zipping the boots up. She smirked and adjusted her school plaid mini skirt. She's wearing a red school plaid mini skirt with black mesh tights, a white button up blouse that is tied at the bottom (she has the first three buttons are undone revealing her black lacy bra), and black boots that come up to her mid-thigh. She's wearing black mascara, pink eye shadow, a bit of blush, and bright red lipstick.
"Come on, I'll help you with your make-up and hair!" she said dragging me over to my vanity table and setting her make-up bag on the table. She started with the eye shadow. She did a sparkly gold color, then added some mascara and blush. Then light pink lipstick. When she was done, she moved to my hair. She grabbed my curling iron and started curling my hair to perfection. When she was done, she applied some honey highlights to brighten up my hair. Even though it is already bright enough because it's red.
"There! all done!" she said setting the curling iron down. I got up and walked over to my full-length mirror. The girl that stared back was beautiful. She looked very sexy. My breast are just the right size. Not too small, not too big. And the shirt really showed them off. Don't even get me started on my butt!
"Now, let's get in those cars and watch people race!" Said Izzy grabbing my arm and pulling me downstairs to my garage. In there waited two cars. A red Ferrari, and a silver Hennessey Venom GT. (One of the fastest cars in the world.) Iz climbed in the Ferrari, and I took the Hennessey Venom GT. I open the garage, and we drove out. Having an older brother that does illegal street racing has its perks. My phone started ringing. The caller ID said it's Izzy.
"Hello?"
"Hey Clary, Jon just texted me the location. The roads are closed off, but we'll be let in."
"Ok. I'll follow you."
"Alright. See you there." After that, she hung up. I sighed and turned the radio on. Izzy cut in front of me and sped off. I stepped on the gas and followed. Timber by Pitbull and Kesha started playing. I sang along.
It's going down, I'm yelling timber
You better move, you better dance
Let's make a night, you won't remember
I'll be the one, you won't forget
The bigger they are, the harder they fall
This biggity boy's a diggity dog
I have 'em like Miley Cyrus, clothes off
Twerking in their bras and thongs, timber
Face down, booty up, timber
That's the way we like the what, timber
I'm slicker than an oil spill
She say she won't, but I bet she will, timber
Swing your partner round and round
End of the night, it's going down
One more shot, another round
End of the night, it's going down
Swing your body round and round
End of the night, it's going down
One more shot, another round
End of the night, it's going down
It's going down, I'm yelling timber
You better move, you better dance
Let's make a night, you won't remember
I'll be the one, you won't forget
It's going down, I'm yelling timber
You better move, you better dance
Let's make a night, you won't remember
I'll be the one, you won't forget
Look up in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane
Nah, it's just me, ain't a damn thing changed
Live in hotels, swing on plane
Blessed to say, money ain't a thing
Club jumping like Lebron, now, Voli
Order me another round, homie
We about to climb, wild, 'cause it's about to go down
Swing your body round and round
End of the night, it's going down
One more shot, another round
End of the night, it's going down
Swing your body round and round
End of the night, it's going down
One more shot, another round
End of the night, it's going down
It's going down, I'm yelling timber
You better move, you better dance
Let's make a night, you won't remember
I'll be the one, you won't forget
It's going down, I'm yelling timber
You better move, you better dance
Let's make a night, you won't remember
I'll be the one, you won't forget
The song ended just in time because Izzy drove right past a closed road sign and drove up a ramp and into a parking garage where the drivers and girls were cleaning their cars and getting ready to race. I roared my engine trying to get the people to move so I could park my car next to Jons. Finally, They cleared a path and I parked my Hennessey Venom GT next to Jon's Bugatti Chiron. Also one of the fastest cars in the world. He is leaning aginst it, his girlfriend Seelie in his arm. He turned when he heard me. I shut the car off and got out.
"Hey, Jon," I said not liking what Izzy put me in. I don't mind racing, I hate the clothing that comes with it.
"Hey, Clare," he said eyeing my clothes, "what are you wearing?" He asked. I could see the anger in his eyes.
"Really Jon? You really think Izzy would let me come here in jeans and a sweatshirt? Tell me you're joking!" I said leaning aginst my own car and crossing my arms.
"Just, stay away from the guys." He mumbled. Seelie turned to me.
"I like your outfit. You have to let me borrow it some day." She said with a smile. I smiled back.
"You'll have to ask Izzy. It's her outfit." I said. She nodded.
"Hey, Clary!" Said Izzy walking over to us.
"Hey. Seelie was wondering if she could borrow the outfit I'm wearing." I said turning to Iz.
"Sure. Clary, we really need to take you shopping for these outfits. You have none!" She said sighing. Seelie agreed and Jon just rolled his eyes. I shook my head and looked around for another familiar face. There were couples making out, girls dancing to the music coming from some of the speaker in the trunks of cars, boys checking the girls out, and everyone admiring other people's engines. Finally, I spotted Alec and Sebastian checking out Jordans engine. I got up and walked over to them.
"Hey, guys," I said sneaking up behind them.
"Hey, fireball." Said Sebastian smirking. I rolled my eyes and took a look at the engine. It looked pretty shiny and clean.
"Hey, Jordan! Start the engine!" I called out. He nodded and started the car. He ran it for a few minutes.
"Looks good," I said nodding my head.
I heard another engine roar as a new car came through. I turned my head and a 1969 Ford Mustang drove through the sea of people. He stopped in the middle and opened his door. He stepped out. But he must have stepped out of a dream. His hair was a golden blonde color, gold skin, and his eyes were as gold as a golden apple. People turned their heads to look at him. Mostly the girls. He looked even dreamier in his black attire. He caught my sea green eyes. He saw me checking him out. He smirked wich made me turn light pink. Jon walked up to him.
"What's your name?" He asked stopping in front of him. He turned his head to Jon.
"Jace. I'm guessing you're the host of this race?" He asked looking around. He winked at a few girls. Wich included me.
"Yes. What are you doing here?" Asked Jon sticking his hands in his pockets.
"I would like to race, you." He said shutting his car door. Jon smirked.
"Ok. Let's see what ya got." He said turning around and walking to his car. I ran after him. Yes. Izzy gave me lessons on how to run in heels and boots.
"Jon. It's not fair. You can't race him in this car." I said poking my head in his window.
"Oh well, his choice. He brought his old-timey car and is trying to race me. Clary, I've made a name for myself. I'm not gonna let this prick ruin it." He said. I sighed in defeat and walked away from his car. Instead of walking back to mine, I walked to Jace's car. I knocked on his window.
"How may I help you?" He asked rolling his window down.
"If you're going to race my brother, take my car," I said holding out the keys.
"Why?" He asked raising an eyebrow. I stepped aside so he could see Jon drive up next to him. His eyes widened when he saw his car.
"My car is that one over there," I said pointing to mine.
"You still want to ride in this one?" I asked smirking. He looked between his car, mine and Jon's before getting out of his. He looked at my clothes and smirked. He leaned in to whisper something in my ear.
"If I win, will you be my prize?" He asked huskily wich made me shiver. He pulled back with a smirk. I turned to him with my own.
"I don't know. You'll find out at the end of the race." I said dropping my keys in his hand and walking in front of the cars. He frowned slightly before parking his car and getting in mine. He drove up next to Jon and stopped at the line that was drawn.
"Ready. Set. GO!"
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