Chapter 1: Playing Dress Up
Clary POV:
"CLARY! CLARY! CLARY!"
I sat up on the bed and looked at the wide-eyed best friend, Isabelle Lightwood. She was jumping up and down, smiling like an idiot.
"What?" I asked, slightly annoyed.
"My parents just told me a prince is coming to our house!"
"Izzy, are you sure they said prince?" I asked unsurely.
Izzy stopped jumping, and glared at me. "Honestly, Clary. I might have my moments, but I am not deaf," she said, placing a hand on her hip.
Izzy Lightwood and I have been best friends since the third grade. She had moved here from a small country in Europe called Idris. She has two brothers, and very wealthy parents.
Izzy is a model. Well, she could be, if she wanted to. She had ink black hair that swayed to her hips, and blue electric eyes. She was very tall, and not just because she always wore designer high heels.
"Okay," I began, "tell me about this Prince."
"Right. Well, I've never met him, but from what I've seen, the guy is hot!" She pretended to faint and fell on her bed.
"Ooh, how hot?" I said, falling back on the bed myself.
"Like golden god hot. He's tan, has golden eyes, and blonde hair...and- ugh. So gorgeous," she sighed.
I laughed. "Iz, you realize you have a boyfriend, right?"
"I know that. What? I can't swoon over a hot guy?" Izzy asked.
"No, you may swoon. Just don't forget about our little geek," I said.
"He is a geek, isn't he?"
Izzy had been happily dating Simon Lewis, my lifelong best friend, for about four months now. Yes, he was such a geek, but he was also very sweet.
We laughed, and continued to talk about Simon and the Prince until Izzy changed the subject.
"Oh my gosh, I completely forgot to tell you. The Prince is coming tomorrow, and to welcome him, my parents are throwing a party!"
"A party? For a royal family?" I asked her.
"My parents know the family. They were all in school together, or something. So they're gonna stay here for a while," she explained. "But this party isn't gonna be a boring one. Trust me."
"What does the amazing Isabelle Lightwood have planned now?"
"It's just gonna be like a normal high school party. Good songs, snacks, and the guys are coming!"
The guys are the boys soccer team from our high school. During our freshman year, Izzy and I wanted to try out for the soccer team, thinking there was a girls team. We showed up to tryouts- the boys team tryouts. Apparently, there was no girls soccer team. And not wanting to pass up an opportunity with soccer, we tried out, and made it.
We had been on the boys soccer team for four years, as it was our senior year.
"Good! I was so not going to slow dance all night," I sighed in relief.
"I already have your outfit picked out for tomorrow, so just show up here at like...four to get ready," Izzy said.
"Okay, but when is that prince guy showing up?"
"Oh, he'll be here at 3, but you probably won't see him. I heard he's a loner," she said.
I nodded, and stood up to leave. I grabbed my bag and phone, slipped on my sneakers, and was about ready to head out when Izzy spoke up.
"Who knows Clary? Maybe he'll be your 'Prince Charming'..." She smiled at me.
I snorted. "Hah, yeah. Like that'll happen."
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THE NEXT DAY AT 4PM
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I rang the doorbell, and waited patiently. There was a limo parked outside of the Lightwood's mansion, meaning the Prince and his family were here.
The door opened revealing Alec Lightwood, Izzy's brother. He smiled at me, and let me in.
"So, Clary. Tell me why you agreed to have Izzy man-handle you...?" He said, once inside the house.
"I knew if I didn't agree, there would be drama," I told him seriously.
He laughed, told me Izzy was upstairs, and left. I started to head up the stairs, when I heard someone shouting my name.
"CLARY!" I looked up, and at the top of the stairwell, was Max Lightwood, the third of the children.
I hurried up the stairs, and gave Max a hug. I pulled back and he started laughing.
"What?"
"Nothing," he said. "I just didn't think you would be that strong. I mean...you're like a twig."
I glared at the fourteen year old. "Well, then," I huffed.
I started to walk toward Izzy's room, but Max grabbed my arm. "You know I didn't mean that, right?"
I laughed. "Max, I've known you for how long? Of course I know you were kidding."
"MAX LIGHTWOOD! STOP FLIRTING WITH CLARY!"
Max and I turned to find Izzy in her doorway, flat iron in hand, glaring at Max.
"I- I wasn't-" he stuttered.
"Look, Max. We all know Clary is as single as a Pringle, but she's four years older than you," Izzy said.
"Care to say that louder, Iz?" I asked. She shrugged in return.
"See ya later, Clary," Max said, and as he turned away, I could see his face was red with embarrassment.
"Now look what you did! You embarrassed poor Max!" I scolded Izzy.
"Whatever, he'll get over it," she said as she turned into her room. I followed her reluctantly.
On the bed were leather pants and a very tight-looking shirt.
"No," I said, as soon as I saw it.
"No what?" Izzy asked.
"I am not wearing leather pants," I said. I crossed my arms over my chest.
"Why not?" She whined.
"I do not want to wear those tight pants to a party!"
"Ugh! Fine!" Izzy stormed into her closet, and returned moments later with a dress.
It was perfect.
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THREE HOURS LATER...
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I looked at myself in the floor length mirror. I was wearing a black halter dress that also had a sweet heart cut. The dress stopped mid-thigh. There was a white ribbon wrapped around my waist, and it complimented the outfit perfectly. I was wearing gladiator flats that were also black.
My hair was straightened, and flowing right above my hip. My makeup made me look mysterious: black eyeliner, black mascara, and the eyeshadow making a shadow effect on my eyelids. My lips were tainted a nude pink color.
I looked hot.
"Clary? You ready?" Izzy asked me.
I nodded, and walked with Izzy into the hall. We linked arms, and began to descend the staircase. I could hear the soccer team downstairs, waiting for us. The were talking and laughing, but all of the noise stopped as soon as they saw us.
All of their mouths were practically hanging open in shock. Some guys even whistled.
When we reached the floor, Raphael Santiago, spoke up. "Dang, Clary. We haven't seen you in a dress since Junior Prom."
"Watch it, Santiago," I teased. He laughed, and we all made our way to Lightwood's ballroom/dining room.
I was talking with Raphael, but when I looked up, I did not expect to see golden eyes staring at me.
A/N: OHMYGOSH! This idea just came to me while watching a Princess movie. If you guess which one it was...JACE WILL BE SHIRTLESS IN AN UPCOMING CHAPTER!
;) We all want that.
Anywho... I hope this story takes off, because I have some pertty good ideas...
WELL, please review. I will only continue this if you review!
Mwaha.
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