Au: sorry I haven't updated in a while. I have been ill, had exams and all that stuff.
Chapter 3:
Clary had been with the Lightwoods for a week. She had been seeing Simon and catching up with him. Apparently he now had a band, the mutant marshmallows. Clary had also been on one more delivery for the V. They were also known as "the circle".
Jace had been following her around and bombarding her with random questions.
Clary went into the kitchen where Isabelle was on the phone to someone.
"Don't be stupid," she said. "No I'm not doing that." She said in a flirty tone. "Well I'm certainly not saying that you egotistical narcissist." With that she put the phone down and grinned at Clary.
"We're going to a party," she dragged Clary to her room, telling the boys on the way. Isabelle curled Clary's hair and braided the fringe back. She put mascara and eyeliner on in a cat eye. She finally applied blood red lipstick before throwing an outfit at the other girl. Clary went into the bathroom to change. Isabelle had given her a short black dress that was tight in the top and flared out a bit at the hips. It had a plunging neckline and came to Clary's mid thigh. She pulled it on but stopped when Isabelle handed her the killer heels. She shook her head and swapped them for some black converse. She pulled on her black leather jacket and looked to Isabelle. She was wearing a red dress that was very tight and very short, leaving not much to the imagination. She had put on the heels Clary had discarded and put her hair up elaborately. When the girls were done they headed downstairs to the boys. Jace's eyes boggled when he saw Clary but he remained silent. She glared at him and slid something down the front of her dress.
Clary's POV:
We got to the party. It was full of drunks, dancing and grinding on each other, the music pounding, alcohol handed out as though it was bottled water. Isabelle went off to dance and Alec headed over to a oddly dressed man. They kissed and behind her, Jace wandered off to get some drinks. When Clary turned she was alone. She grinned and headed into the crowd.
Jace's POV:
When Jace came back with two bottles of vodka Clary was gone. He turned to see her vibrant hair in the crowd. She was dancing with some guy who had his hands all over her. Clary was revolving her hips, her hands trailing over the guys chest. Jace felt himself get a hard on just looking at her. She was extremely sexy and he couldn't help but notice all the male attention she was receiving. She was dancing with about 5 different guys all at the same time. To be honest they probably wouldn't mind doing a six-some if they could get to Clary.
Clary's POV:
I was dancing with some guys when Jace pulled me away.
"Sorry guys, she's only just got out of the mental asylum, she should be at home," he lied, steering Clary away. She growled at him and pulled the object out of the front of her dress. His grin faltered when he saw the knife. "Clary, you don't want to do that," he said as she prodded him in the chest with it. She smirked and grabbed his hand, dragging him after her as she moved through the crowd and pulled him outside.
