Jace.
Last night wasn't what I had expected it to be, seeing as I didn't go on a date with Clary and instead chose to spend my time with the 'too forward' blonde. We had sex; I'm not going to lie about that. Just because I was pissed at Clary for standing me up, didn't mean that I was going to wallow in self-pity. It was just one girl. One girl that didn't believe the bullshit that I was spewing.
Finally, it was Friday and that just gave me even more of a reason to let loose! Alec had been coming out of his bitch-fit since I told him about the flop of a date that I was supposed to have had with Clary. He, as per usual, agreed with me saying that Clary was missing out on something great. 'She was missing out,' he assured me. And I agreed with him on some level, but I was still pissed at the fact that she didn't even bother with meeting me. It wouldn't have bugged me nearly as much, and the fact that Clary ignored me.
Tonight Alec, our friend Raphael, Jonathon, and I were going out tonight to this club called, 'PanDEMONioum,' tonight, hopefully to pray on something more than willing women. I didn't expect much to come out of tonight. Sure, I would do a little flirting, maybe get a couple of drinks, get a little drunk, and be on my way. Girls flocking to me, would be nothing short of new, so tonight would be full of expectancies.
We strode into PanDEMONioum, the pulsating music pounded through my eardrums. I could see in the midst of the crowd, people bumping and grinding on the dance floor with all of their inhibitions left at the entrance to the club. I wouldn't necessarily call this club, a club for the 'normal' crowd. The people that usually flocked here were the stereotypical 'weirdoes.' You know, the ones with the crazy colored hair and the piercings that were pierced in places that shouldn't be pierced. They listened to the head pounding 'music that had screaming, unintelligible words that sounded like it was the devil speaking to them,' their parents would say. To me, this place was an escape.
I was well known on the campus of Idris University, and people thought by knowing me, would gain some sort of status. Alec was my only true friend, seeing as we grew up together in the same household. He was the only one I spoke to when I first arrived at the Lightwood manor after what happened to my parents. My mother left me after she escaped the abuse of my father, while after my mother left; he took to abusing me. I hadn't known why I was getting the hate from him. One night he lost his mind and threw me through a window, and our neighbors, who happened to be the Lightwoods, heard the commotion. After that, I don't remember much. I guess, seeing as I was shocked for the most part, so my subconscious blocked it out.
When I had arrived at the Lightwood's, I had not spoken to his parents—my parents—for fear of some sort of abuse coming my way. Alec was my only friend. Isabelle had been overzealous at the thought of having a new sibling. I was frightened, to say the least. Over the course of six months, I began to come around to Izzy and began to speak to Maryse. Robert, on the other hand, it took me years to speak to him. I barely tolerated a male 'figure,' in my life.
With that being said, strolling into the club with my right hand man, made me feel like I could take on the world. My cockiness was at an all-time high, and I was ready to do what I do best… flirt with anything with a nice face, a nice body, and a heartbeat. I maneuvered my way towards the bar to get Alec and myself, a nice, cold beer. By the time I reached the bar, Magnus was already waiting with two beers in hand, this time with the caps on, seeing as last time the rim was filled with glitter. Usually when I arrive at PanDEMONioum, I already have a VIP table with my name on it. Magnus, the very flamboyant bartender had a thing for Alec, and was trying desperately to make him gay. Don't get me wrong, I have no problem with guys who bat for the same team, but trying to turn a member of the non-gay variety into a gay guy, was taking it a few steps too far. Alec wasn't gay, and Magnus needed to quit trying to 'conform' him, it wasn't going to get him anywhere.
"Why hello Jace, to what do I owe this honor," he snapped, sarcastically.
"It's nice to see you too, Maggie," I enunciated his most hated nickname.
"How many times have I told you to quit calling me that? Any who… where is the fair, Alexander?" He smirked; glitter falling from his body.
"Still not gay, Magnus."
"Oh Jace, so young, so in denial…"
"Just give me the beer." I snapped.
"Hey! Manners, or I won't put you on with a fiery maiden that I happen to be very, very good friends with." Magnus waggled his brows.
"Magnus, c'mon, look at me! Does it look like I have had a problem getting girls?" I gestured towards myself.
"Girls? No. Women? Yes."
"Meaning…."
"Meaning, you've never dealt with a real woman before."
"Is that a challenge, Maggie?"
"Just an observation, Casanova."
"And what is this fair maiden's name?" I inquired. Instead of answering me, he just gestured in a general direction, and there I saw Clary talking to my sister, and some nameless nerd that Isabelle is used to hanging out with—some rat-faced boy. Well, I'll be damned.
Time to put my game face on.
I left the beers on the counter and strolled over to the girl in question, who luckily, my sister and the boy, left alone to her own devices so that they could go dance. Clary was looking as beautiful as ever tonight. Instead of her hair being in disarray of curls sitting on top of her head, it was in loose ringlets of flames hanging down her back. Her makeup was lightly done and she was bobbing her head along to some nameless song. She looked like an urethral goddess like Persephone—innocent and pure… well, up until Hades corrupted her. I guess that would make me the Hades in the situation.
Slowly, I stalked through the crowd towards Clary, but then the unspeakable happened. I ran into Kaelie. Damn.
"Jace!"
"Kaelie, hi…"
"You didn't call me today," she whined, invading my personal space and running her hands up and down my chest in what she deemed a 'seductive' way. But then, her grip became tighter and tighter as she pinched my skin through my shirt. God, what was her damage?
"I've been busy," I said, hastily, as I tried to dodge around her, praying that Clary didn't leave my line of sight.
"Well, I was thinking we can go somewhere private…" she hinted.
"Look, Kaelie, you're too clingy and I don't like you like that. You were good for one night of fun, so let's just leave it at that." And finally, I was home free. But in the distance, I could hear Kaelie's nasally voice shouting from the distance.
"Call me!" I rolled my eyes. As soon as I reached Clary's table, she looked at me with an amused look.
"Yes?" she asked, raising a brow.
"You stood me up." I said without preamble.
"I couldn't stand you up, when you didn't pick me up for a date." She retorted.
"I did pick you up."
"No, you sat in the car, waiting for me to come to you like an obedient puppy. Then you had the nerve to ask out some girl in my dorm—a girl who happens to have the biggest mouth—just to spite me? Yeah, it's a wonder I stood you up." She rolled her eyes and continued listening to the music. Just as I was about to open my mouth to defend my actions, the bane of my existence called my name—Kaelie.
"Jace-y!" I closed my eyes tightly, praying that Clary didn't hear her, but knowing my luck, she did.
"Friend of yours?" she asked.
"She'd like to be. What about you?" I asked, hopefully.
"Well, we both know that I could be, but that's not the question, is it?" The way that she asked the question made me wonder if I should even answer her.
"What is the question?" I asked, stupidly.
Clary leaned in closer to me with a small smirk on her face, "Do lines like that actually work?"
"Nine times out of ten, they do." I said with an equal smirk, hoping to charm her.
It didn't work. Instead, she sighed and shook her head before gathering her things up in haste. I was confused, weren't we just connecting? If so, then why was she so eager to get away from me?
"Hey, where are you going?"
"Away from you."
"But I thought we were connecting?"
"The only thing you were making me want to do is connect my foot to your family jewels." She moved away from the table, and when she was a good distance away, I yelled to her.
"It was called flirting!" she stopped, before slowly turning around somewhat reluctantly.
"Oh, that's what it was called?"
"Yeah, and I was delivering my best line." I joked.
She chuckled. "The delivery was fine, it was the sincerity that was lacking. Have a nice life." She said before she left me sitting at the table by myself… shocked. I began banging my head against the table. Stupid, stupid, stupid! Nothing can make my night worse.
"Dude, where the hell were you?" a voice called—Alec. Shit, I had forgotten that the original reason I went to the bar was to get us some beer.
"Alec! Sorry man, I completely—"
"—Forgot. Yeah, I know."
"I'm really—"
"—Sorry. I know that too. Look, I bet you saw Clary and forgot about everything else."
"That's not—"
"—True. Yeah, it is."
"Stop doing that."
"Look Jace, you're getting too attached to Clary. Usually, you use a girl and you lose her. I don't know what it is about this girl, but she can't be that good if you want to turn your back on who you are over some girl that doesn't even give you the time of day."
Okay, ouch.
"Alec, I just want to know what her deal is. Once I find that out, I'll be the regular old Jace that you grew up with."
"I hope so." Alec said, solemnly.
I didn't know what to think. Actually, I didn't know what Alec's problem was. He kept reminding me to 'stay true to myself.' Whatever the hell that meant. Clary was someone who didn't like me, and that confused me; everyone liked me. Women all wanted the chance to jump into bed with me. Clary… didn't want any of that. So what the hell did she want?
A/N: Yet again, I have to say how happy and surprised I was from the amount of feedback that I have received from this story! You guys rock! I love CLACE soooooooo much, and I'm glad you guys like what I'm doing with this story! Tell me what you'd like to see! Also, I don't own the characters or the original story, but I do own my creativity! Read and Review!