Hey guys! This is my first story published and I'm really excited. Don't know how long it'll take to update right now but you can expect another chapter soon. This story focuses mainly on Clace with hints of Sizzy. Without further ado (I've always wanted to say that), my story.
Disclaimer: All characters belong to the wonderful Cassandra Clare. Cover art by Cassandra Jean.
"Why am I here?" I asked myself for the millionth time.
"Clary, just do this for me" Simon groaned searching through the crowd for a familiar black head. "You always drag me along to Pandemonium, how is this any different?"
I wanted to tell Simon that it was completely different, but he wouldn't understand. First of all at Pandemonium I never dressed like this. Of course, I had no choice in the matter as Simon basically threatened me to get closer to Isabelle or he would tell Sebastian Verlac how many times I've played D&D with him. Somehow my best friend thought that if Isabelle and I became friends that I could put in a good word for him and they would magically fall in love. What he doesn't realize is that Isabelle and I are complete opposit-
"C'mon Clary don't space out on me again, this is important." Simon said clearly agitated with my tendency to get lost in my own head.
"What is it Simon?" I sighed.
"I asked you if Isabelle said anything about me." He said with a hopeful expression.
I sighed again. Isabelle Lightwood was tall, slender, graceful, and gorgeous. Basically everything I'm not and way out of Simon's league. The only reason we got into this party was because she invited the entire school and also because we sat next to each other in English. It was then that Simon told me to practically be his wingman due to the giant crush he developed for Isabelle over the past few months. She said I could come over early with "that geeky friend" so she could help me get ready. I have to say I was quite surprised seeing as we've only shared about two whole conversations but she probably just didn't want me to embarrass her by association and she couldn't exactly un-invite me. This of course all lead to me dancing with Simon in the Lightwood's enormous house wearing a tight black dress that I'm fairly certain was once a shirt to Isabelle.
"Sorry Si, you didn't really make the conversation while she was training me to become a hooker." I said. While I didn't want Simon to get his hopes up about a heartbreaker like her I also didn't want to crush him completely.
We kept dancing and moving toward the center of the crowd where Simon knew Isabelle would be. I was on the receiving end of many looks from guys that made me want to hide and caused Simon to glare at them due to my tight-fitting dress.
Even though I didn't want to be here, I had to admit that Izzy had outdone herself with the party and it would probably still be buzzing around the school weeks after. It just wasn't exactly my favorite thing to be surrounded by students outside of school when I couldn't wait to ditch them every weekday.
The music pulsed and the crowd moved with it while sweaty bodies of my fellow classmates moved against me. Most of the girls were dressed in things that would give my mother a heart attack if she ever saw me in it. Soon we reached the center of the crowd and I swear my heart stopped for a second.
There, next to Isabelle who was dressed in silver looking like a goddess, was Sebastian Verlac. I swore to myself that sometime soon I would have an actual conversation with Sebastian without stuttering or blushing about a thousand times. I felt my heart clench when he turned and I looked into his dark, warm eyes. Then he directed that sweet, yet seductive smile at just me and I felt like I could have just melted into a puddle right then and there.
Of course just as I was making my way over, Kaelie Whitewillow had to choose that moment to practically hump Sebastian with her dancing, stealing his attention. Huffing in frustration, I turned to leave, leaving Simon who was currently fidgeting nervously while standing behind Isabelle who was oblivious to the crowd of guys surrounding her and swinging her hips carelessly.
Knowing that would most likely be my last chance for interaction with Sebastian tonight, I turned to the table filled with alcoholic beverages fully intending to get drunk off of my ass. I downed at least three full cups of beer knowing that Simon would most likely be preoccupied with trying (and failing) to keep up with Isabelle. The bitter disappointment in my chest as I knew I backed out on my chance to talk to Sebastian tonight led me to gulping down another half a cup. By this time I could feel that pleasant buzz in my head indicating that I was drunk.
Naturally, just as I thought my night couldn't get any worse I felt someone pull the clips holding my hair up letting the red curls fall loose. The same hand slipped dangerously low on my back and just as I could pick up on the strong scent of alcohol in the breath that stirred my hair, a voice like silk slurred at my ear, "Hello, gorgeous".
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