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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".
I spin around with wide eyes knowing, even in my drunken state, who that voice belonged to. Green clashes with gold for a moment both in a standstill, unsure of what to say next.
"Whoa. Clary?" He questions, squinting as if he couldn't see clearly.
"Jace." I mumble trying to will this night to be over by sheer force of my mind.
"You look good." He states unabashedly eyeing me up and down. I try not to blush but do anyway.
"You look good too, I guess." I say stupidly. I know it's a lie even as I say it; because he looks better than just good with golden hair that falls into his eyes and curls slightly at the end, and liquid amber eyes that pierce through you. He's tall enough so that I only reach his chest and he's lean with a fine layer of muscle covering his body. But of course, he already knows he's attractive.
I've known Jace Lightwood for most of my life and he has to be the most arrogant, egotistical boy I've ever met. Admittedly, I was a bit bias as he decided to nickname me Carrot from 2nd grade up until 8th grade and seeing as he was so admired by my classmates they took to calling me that too. I'm pretty sure even a teacher called me that once. Other than that whole fiasco though, we never really got along due to his irritating personality and my fiery attitude. The only reason he hit on me before was probably due to his being drunk enough to not recognizing my hair and my tight dress showing off curves even I didn't know I had. But now that we both realized who we were talking to an awkward silence settled over us as we rested against the table side by side.
All I wanted was to go home but surprisingly enough when I looked for Simon in the crowd to tell him so, I saw that he had Isabelle's full attention.
"When did you even get here?" I asked Jace trying break the awkwardness seeing as neither of us were planning to leave.
"I was here this whole time actually." He said, surprising me.
"I would've thought you'd be in the center of the room with everyone else looking for attention" I drawl.
"I don't look for attention, attention looks for me. Ironically enough, the same thing applies to trouble" he states.
I manage to give him a serious look across my shoulder and he says solemnly, "I actually don't care much for those people or the attention".
Somehow this seems so out of character for Jace to be telling me something like this but then I realize both our brains are dulled by the alcohol. Then, shocking me out of my thoughts Jace asks "Do you want to dance?"
I take a second to mull over what he said in my brain and realize he was serious before I recognize that I've been thinking way too much lately. Maybe my thinking is why I can't get anywhere with Sebastian.
"Ah, fuck it." I say as I gulp down another half of a cup of beer.
I hear Jace chuckle and say "Spoken like a true teen", before taking my hand and leading me to the dance floor.
I blame all events that occur after this on our alcohol addled minds.
Sorry this chapter was a little shorter than the last, but I plan on making the next one longer! Review? Thanks :)
