Sorry! My chapters are really short! I'll work on that. But anyways I'll try to update as much as possible! Enjoy!
"And we had to run all the way back to Clary's house so Mrs. Donna wouldn't be able to catch up to us!" We all laughed. It was fun catching up with the girls. It's surprising how so many things have changed: Madi just had her first child, Sarah finally decided to quit smoking, Ana's parents moved out of her house. "I already knew that we'd outrun her though. She was mad heavy back then." I added.
"I heard she went on a water diet or something?" said Madi. I shrugged. That seemed pretty logical. Though, with the light faint scars around her body I doubt it was a diet that made her skinny again. "Whatever it was I want to try it. Have you seen her lately?" We were all getting really gossipy about Mrs. Donna's possible secret plastic surgery when Izzy came in with none other than a blindfold and some hand cuffs. "It's time!" she cheered. All the girls were squealing then, already forgetting the previous conversation. I was confused but quickly caught on when they began to handcuff me to a chair and blindfold me. "Remember Izzy, your precious little stripper is gonna get the living shit beat outta him if he touches me," I could feel her rolling her eyes. "Calm down, Clary I know Simon's rules."
Hopefully you'll stick to them, I thought. I took a deep breath preparing for the worst. Technically the worst this kid can do to me is take my virginity, but I doubt any of my girls would let it go that far.
The weird burlesque type music came on. It was a real shame I won't be able to watch it. With this music on maybe he was a really good dancer and is trying to make a living while pursuing his passion. I already feel bad for this guy.
I heard a few poppers go off in the room and the girls were cheering. I shouldn't feel bad for long, I thought. With all these cheers, he must be sexy. It makes me a little disappointed that Isabelle decided to blindfold me. I wanna rate him too!
I felt something warm in my hand. I didn't dare squeeze it, fearing that it maybe what I think it is. The girls were cheering and giggling. I felt a few pieces of paper being thrown at us. I heard a whipping sound, freaking me out. I tried to wiggle out of the handcuffs but I felt hands on my shoulders keeping me there.
"Not funny. Oh my god!" I yelled when I heard the whip a second time. What is wrong with Izzy! I felt my blindfold beginning to slip a little while I yanked at my chains. I blinked twice, helping my vision clear up. I didn't realize how close this guy was to me. His abs were literally two inches away from my face. I felt like gagging. When is this going to end?
Funny thing is it ended right when i thought that. He turned around, prepping for the grand finale when our eyes made contact. Those eyes…I know those eyes anywhere.
"Jace?" He froze, a little confused. He probably wasn't expecting anyone in this party to know who he really is, let alone the bride. His eyes were a little hazy but he seemed to muster up all he had to focus on me. His eyes widened when he finally recognized who I am. "Clary Fray?"