Chapter 6
I walked into the club with Izzy right behind me. My eyes immediately started searching the club for Golden Boy. I didn't see him yet, so I went to the bar and ordered a drink. A man with white-blonde hair gave me a small shot glass with some orangey liquid in it. I downed it in a gulp and wrinkled my nose as it burned my throat. The burn was satisfying, though. I downed a few more and started to feel the kick. And I had no clue where Isabelle had gone. I saw a cute guy sitting a couple seats down. I walked clumsily over to him after I took another shot. I tapped him on the shoulder. He had light brownish hair and brown/honey-colored eyes. He smiled when he saw me.
"Hey, can I help you?" he asked.
"Yes," I slurred.
"Okay, what's your name?" he asked.
"I'm Clary. What's your name?" I asked.
"Well, hi, Clary. My name is Jordan," he said politely.
"Hi, Jordan. Do you want to dance with me?" I asked, slurring my words. Jordan laughed and stood up, putting his hand on my lower back and leading me to the dance floor. I thought it was strange where he put his hand, especially since we'd only just met, but I wanted to have fun, and he seemed like a fun person.
We walked onto the dance floor, listening to "I Like It" by Enrique Iglesias. I started grinding on him, and he groaned. I smiled and continued doing it. He groaned and leaned his head back. Finally, he grabbed my arm—tightly, but not enough to hurt—and started pulling me to the back door. I wondered why we were going back there, but then I remembered the alley was back there. I started to fight against his grasp, but it only got tighter. I cried out, but the blaring music blocked out my sounds of protest.
"Jace!" I cried. "Jace, help me. Jace!" I had tears pooling in my eyes now.
Jordan yanked me through the back door and threw me against one of the walls. He had one hand above my head, and the other was pushing my shoulder against the wall, trapping me. I tried to wiggle out of his grasp, but he didn't loosen his hold. He forced his lips onto mine, and I cried into his mouth. His lips moved against mine, but I refused to kiss him back. Finally, he got tired of me not moving, and bit into my lip as hard as he could. I cried out, and he pushed his tongue in my mouth. I bit down hard on his tongue, and he cried out in shock and hurt.
I started to run, but, with my heels, I didn't get very far. He pinched the back of my arm, and I cried out. That would definitely leave a bruise. He slammed my back hard against the wall, and I fell slack against him, my whole body screaming in agony. I started to see dark spots. I heard the back door opening, followed by lots of yelling, and Jordan dropped me from where he was pinning me against the wall. I fell down to the ground, leaning my head against the wall. My vision was almost completely black, and I began thinking about how easy it would be to just close my eyes and sleep forever. I heard a loud thud and saw Jordan on the ground with a bloody face. I saw a beautiful man kneel down in front of me. He had amber eyes and blond hair.
"Clary, come on. Keep your eyes open," he said. I moaned slightly and said his name.
"Jace," I mumbled.
"Yeah, I'm here. Now c'mon, Clare, keep your eyes open for me." He pulled me into his arms, and I rested my head against his chest.
"No, Clare. You have to keep your head up for me," he said anxiously.
I mumbled something that Jace couldn't make out. I leaned my head against his chest and closed my eyes completely.
"No, no, Clare. C'mon, stay awake. You can do it. Please, Clare," he said. He sounded close to tears. But I couldn't open my eyes. I drifted into a black nothing.
I woke up in my bed. I blinked the sleepiness from my eyes. I felt something holding my hand and I glanced over. Sitting in a chair next to my bed was Jace. He was sleeping. Although he looked younger and peaceful in his sleep, that didn't cover up the tear streaks on his face. I wondered how long I'd been out.
I squeezed his hand a little tighter and looked at him more. His eyelids fluttered, dreams filling his mind. He really was beautiful. I fell back asleep with that being the last thought going through my mind.
"Jace, no!" sixteen-year-old year old me screamed as Jace threw me over his shoulder. We were both laughing.
"Not a chance, Red!" he said. He spun around in a circle, and I grabbed the back of his shirt for support. Izzy came running out of the house with a camera and snapped a picture of us laughing and smiling widely.
"Oh, no, you don't!" Jace yelled, starting to run after her. She got a scared look in her eyes, turned around, and started to make a run for the front door. Jace still had me perched over his shoulder, but he was still faster than her. She bolted up the stairs and ran into my room, locking the door behind her just as Jace slammed into it.
I started to hit my fists on his back playfully. "Jace Lightwood! Put me down this instant!" I said, laughing in between words.
"Ya know, you sound just like Maryse when you say that!" he said, laughing.
"Jace! I'm serious! Put me down!" I said.
"Okay, okay!" he said, putting whichever hand of his that wasn't holding onto me up in the air. He leaned forward slightly and put me down.
"Thanks," I said. I leaned up and kissed him on the nose. He groaned when I moved away, and tried to reach for me. I started to run down the stairs.
"You'll have to catch me!" I yelled up the stairs. I heard him start to trample his way down, and I ran through my kitchen and into the backyard with no shoes or socks.
It was the middle of summer, and I was wearing a tank top and shorts that reached about mid-thigh. I hid behind a tree in the corner of my fenced-in yard and poked my head out, looking for Jace. He was standing in the middle of the yard, looking around. His eyes settled on the tree I was hiding behind, and I knew he'd found me. I squealed and poked my head back around. When I looked back around the tree, I didn't see Jace anywhere. I walked out into the open, leaving the safety of my tree behind. I stood in the middle of my yard, turning in circles while looking for him. I still didn't see him.
Maybe he didn't see me after all, I thought.
Not a second later, I was tackled to the ground in the gentlest way possible. Jace pinned my hands above my head with one of his big hands, and had his knees straddling my waist so I couldn't escape. I knew what was coming now. I tried to wiggle out of his grasp, getting ready to scream. He brought his hand down to my side and started tickling me. I squealed and laughed and continued trying to wiggle out of his grasp.
"S-stop!" I yelled breathlessly.
"You know what will make me stop. All you have to say is one word, Clare-Bear!" he said, laughing.
"Uncle! Uncle!" I screeched. He stopped and lay down next to me as I tried to catch my breath. A few minutes later, my mom called all of us in for dinner. Jace stood up and then offered a hand to me. I took it and stood up. Right as I was walking away, Jace picked me up again and threw me over his shoulder. He ran the rest of the way in the house, with me pounding on his back with my tiny fists, both of us laughing together.
When I woke up again, Jace was awake too. He was still holding my hand, but he had his elbows propped on knees and his head lowered. I shifted in my bed slightly, using my other hand to wipe the sleep away. I yawned, and Jace's head snapped up as fast as humanly possible. The first thing I noticed in his eyes was relief, and then worry.
"Oh, thank God!" he whispered.
"What happened?" I asked.
"You don't remember?" he asked.
"I remember going to the club, and then taking a shot or two, and then that's it," I said questioningly.
"Clare, I heard you call for me, and I was looking all around for you, and I saw you being dragged out by a guy. I had to push through the crowd, and when I finally got to the door, he threw you against the wall, and was holding you up. Your head slumped to one side, and I thought you had passed out. I got so mad that he hurt you, and I slammed the door shut, and he dropped you, and I beat him to the ground. When I got to you, you were barely conscious, and you passed out in my arms. I called a taxi and carried you to your room, and I've been with you since," he said, tears in his eyes.
"How long have I been asleep?" I asked.
"Almost two days," he said.
Okay! And that's it for this chapter.
OMG! I'm so so SO Sorry that I didn't update sooner. I took my State Test on Thursday and then I just completely forgot to update. I'm sorry.
I tried to make this chapter a little bit longer for you guys, to try to make up for it.
Anyways, hope you guys enjoy this chapter. Tell me what you think.
Thanks,
-Jace loves me