A/N: Sooo, this is my first fic. I had the idea going on for a while now and I wanted to write it :) You must know that english isn't my native language, so there probably are some mistakes. Feel free to correct them on reviews so I can improve :)

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Disclaimer: I do not own The Infernal Devices.

Chapter 1

"What's the big deal, Tessa? You had a good time, the boy was ridiculously hot and you're not pregnant. Things couldn't have gone better," Sophie said. She was one of Tessa's few friends from school.

"I... No, Sophie, it's not like that. I feel like a slut. I don't have one-night stands... and certainly not drunk."

"You're not a slut, okay?" her friend reassured her. "You had fun. It's not like it's forbidden by society or something, everyone does it! You don't live in the Victorian Era, get over it."

Tessa sighed. Why were they even friends? She couldn't think of a good reason right now, Sophie was definitely not getting it. This had only been her second time, she was no "sexpert" at all. Sex still was a big deal for her. It was supposed to be with someone you knew and liked, not with a stranger at some random party!

"So?" Sophie suddenly asked.

"So what?"

"So how was it? Was he sweet and gentle? Or did he went rough on you? You know, I saw him at that party, and I bet he must be a tiger in..."

"Okay, Sophie, I'm gonna stop you there," Tessa said, not wanting to hear her friend's thoughts about the subject. "To be honest, I only remember like half of it. And mostly the stupid details, like the way he talked, or..."

The color of his eyes.

She remembered those eyes staring at her with overwhelming desire, following her everywhere she went inside that tiny bedroom they got in. They were blue, an endless kind of blue, like staring at the ocean. Infinite. During their little... encounter, she'd found herself getting lost in them all the time. It was quite stupid, actually, how she remembered with such details these things, but not the important ones.

One week ago...

Tessa started to feel the effects of the alcohol in her head. About damn time. She wasn't having fun at all. Sophie had been dancing all night with some boy named Gideon or Gabriel or something like that, while Maia had disappeared with her boyfriend the minute they got into the party.

She hadn't even wanted to come in the first place. Some guy from their school was throwing it and Maia thought they could use some time out, which was turning to be a terrible idea. Usually on friday nights, Tessa just preferred to be in the quietness of her room, reading a book, preferably one of the classics she loved so much. Maybe even re-reading one. But this...

She kept drinking her beer, and when she finished it, she drank something that probably had vodka in it. And so on.

After a few hours (or maybe minutes? It had definitely felt like hours for Tessa) she felt the sudden need to dance. Oh God, she loved this song. She had to dance this. As soon as she got into the dance floor, she realized a dark haired boy sitting across the room was staring at her. She didn't know why, but she took a few steps nearer him so he could hear her.

"Dance with me," she yelled over the sound of music perforing her ears.

The boy smirked and god, he was hot. Okay, maybe he was more than just "hot". He was, by far, the most beautiful boy she'd ever met. He had gorgeous blue eyes, and black hair, and the perfect face, and... well, she wasn't seeing very clearly to notice anymore things about his face. But he was handsome.

The boy left his glass on the floor and grabbed her hand. She gasped at the contact of her hand with his. If she only knew what they would be doing in an hour or less…

"What's your name?" he yelled. He had a nice voice. And as if he wasn't already hot enough, he had to be british. Everyone knew American girls can't resist to accents!

"Tessa! Yours?" she yelled back. The boy put his hands on her waist, and she, on a reflex, wrapped her hands around his neck, wanting to close the distance between them. He got dangerously close and whispered in her ear, really seductively, "I'm Will."

She had to be dreaming.

Her whole body felt on fire while they danced along with the rhythm of the shitty music, sometimes slow and others fast, but always keeping their closeness. It wasn't until their mouths were an inch apart from each other that she thought she might die.

"You're hot," she whispered. What are you doing? You don't even know this guy!

"You're hot too," he smiled. His breath smelled like alcohol.

Some voice in her conscience was telling her to shut it, that this was crazy, that no matter how beautiful this guy was she couldn't do this. But in that moment, she couldn't bring herself to care. All she wanted to do was to taste that mouth.

And she did it. She leaned on and closed the distance between them, planting a full kiss on his mouth, waiting for him to let her in so their tongues could dance together. When he did, Tessa was about to explode. And surprisingly, it wasn't awkward. It was like they've known each other for years, but something inside her mind told her it was probably because of the alcohol. He probably was drunk too. He tasted like wine, beer, vodka, and pretty much every alcoholic drink she knew. But she was having such a good time…

"Get a room!" she heard some boy screaming across the room. She opened her eyes and noticed that there wasn't even a single inch separating them, they were completely against each other's bodies.

Will separated a bit and said, "Why don't we take this upstairs?"

She just nodded, out of breath and desperate to be in a room alone with him.

And that was it. The only things she remembered after that, were some images of them making out in a bed, Will taking off his shirt, his eyes looking at her everywhere, pleasure spreading all over her body. And the morning after, of course. Or was it a few hours later? She only knew it was earlier in the morning and she was in some bed. Naked. With a guy she didn't even knew.

Luckily for her, his face had been facing the pillow, and he was sleeping deeply. She got dressed quickly and basically went off running. How could she have been so stupid?

She couldn't believe what she had done. She was Tessa Gray, she was shy, she liked to read, she rarely went to parties. Thank God she wasn't a virgin. That would've been ten times worse.

She had lost her virginity a few months ago, with her (ex)boyfriend, and although things didn't last longer, she was happy that at least she did it with someone she knew. But this stranger… she was so, so ashamed of herself. Oh God, what if people from school find out? What if I am now considered the whore of school? She couldn't even think about that.

"Tessa! That is not going to happen, okay? No one is gonna find out, I promise," Sophie said. She realized she must've said the last thing out loud. Nice, she also talked alone now.

"God, Sophie, I can't believe I did that! And I didn't even remember if we used a condom or not. How could I be so irresponsible?"

"You were drunk, and caught up in the moment! I saw you two dancing, Tessa, and you two were practically having sex on the dance floor. You can't deny you wanted to do it. And you told me the pregnancy test went negative, so calm down, everything's fine."

Ugh. She was one hundred percent sure that if she wouldn't have been drunk, they wouldn't have even danced together. And she was terribly grateful she was not pregnant. What would she even do in such situation?

"Come on, let's go out. Try to get your mind off it. Plus, it's already been a week," Sophie said.

She was probably right. Tessa could use some fresh air right now. She had to forget it.

They were going to go for a walk, but something stopped them as soon as they got out. There was a moving truck right across the street. "New neighbors?" Tessa thought. She hated pretty much all her neighbors right now. They always complained about her making noise, even though it was her brother Nate the one who was always inviting people to their house. She hoped this family was nice.

"Looks like you're having new neighbors! Let's go see who they are" Sophie said, excited. "What if there's a hot boy?" she added with a wink.

Tessa rolled her eyes. She was not interested in dating anyone anymore. Not for a while, at least.

When they reached the house, they saw a black haired girl getting some boxes out of the truck. She looked about a year younger than them, and she was very pretty. She smiled as soon as she saw them.

"Oh hi! Do you live in that house over there?" she pointed at Tessa's house. She had an English accent.

"Yeah, I live there. I am Tessa Gray, and this is my friend Sophie Collins. Do you need help with that?" Tessa said.

"Please, that would be nice. I'm Cecily, by the way. Cecily Herondale."

They all smiled to each other and grabbed a box. Cecily seemed really nice, Tessa thought. Maybe her family is moving from England? That would explain the English accent.

The house was enormous on the inside, much more than it seemed from outside.

"Will!" Cecily yelled. "Come help, you asshole! I'm not getting your stuff out of the truck."

Will? Panic extended all over Tessa. Don't even think about it, there are plenty of Will's in the world. She was being way too dramatic, Sophie was right. She had to stop thinking about it.

"I'm sorry for that," Cecily said. "He's my brother, and he's really lazy, so…"

"Oh, would you shut up, Cecy? I'm already here." someone said with a british voice.

Tessa felt like the whole world stopped spinning when she took a glance at the boy that was coming down the stairs. He had beautiful blue eyes, dark hair and that voice.

Kill me, she thought. Kill me now.