A/N: There are two Clary outfits in this story, and I'd just like to say that they're both outfits Kat Mcnamara has worn. (You know, the actress playing Clary in the upcoming Shadowhunters TV Show?)

Anyways, the first outfit mentioned is from the 2015 MMVAs. The second outfit is from the Donate A Photo kickoff. (I'd link photos, but Fanfiction doesn't let you do that. :-/)

I'll also mention what outfit Clary's wearing when it comes up.

Enjoy!

"Are you okay?"

Clary peered into Jace's amber eyes worriedly. It was Friday, and the two were in Study Hall.

"I'm fine," Jace replied distractedly as he worked on their English essay.

"You seem a bit…" Clary paused, searching for the right word. "Hurried," she finished.

"I just want to be able to finish the essay today. We still have so much to write, and it's due in three days."

"Well, if we don't finish it today, then we can just work on it over the weekend," Clary suggested.

What she didn't realize was that Jace didn't want to spend extra time with Clary. Now that Izzy knew, being in the same room as Clary wasn't just awkward, it was potentially dangerous. Who knew what Izzy would do? Besides, he overheard Izzy telling Clary that she wanted to hang out afterschool today. It was safer for Jace (and Clary) if they spent less amount of time together. Jace sighed. "I know," he replied. "I'd just like to relax on the weekends. It's kind of been a stressful week," he lied.

Clary nodded, buying his excuses. "Sorry about that," she said. They worked in silence after that.

…

School had ended and Jace had rushed off to practice, leaving Clary alone in the library. Well that was kind of weird, she thought. Usually Jace is more lighthearted than that. I wonder what's been troubling him. She shrugged and walked to her locker.

She couldn't find Izzy, who wasn't answering her phone, which was quite problematic. In the end, Clary decided to send a text to Izzy, telling her that she'd head back to her house first, and to call if she needed Clary to unlock the door. When she finally got home, she unlocked the door and heard music blasting out of her room. That's odd. I don't have a stereo or anything… Clary looked around for an adequate weapon in case there was a robber and decided that her Mace would have to do. She got out her can and crept up the stairs to her room. What kind of robber blasts music while they rob you? she wondered. And why would they be listening to Halsey? The door to her room was opened, and Izzy was inside rummaging through Clary's closet.

"Oh my gosh, Izzy! You almost gave me a heart attack! I thought you were a robber," Clary exclaimed.

Izzy glanced at Clary over her shoulder, and then continued to search through Clary's closet. "Why the heck would I be a robber? That's kind of why I turned up the music."

Clary shrugged. "I blame it on my mother. She raised me to be very paranoid." She cleared her throat. "So… how'd you get in?"

"Simon lent me his key." Izzy pulled out a dress. "This is kind of cute, I guess."

"Yeah, about that…" Clary paused. "What exactly are you doing with my clothes?"

Izzy paused, sighed, and sat down on Clary's bed. Clary took off her backpack and set it on the floor, moving to go sit on the bed next to Izzy. After a few seconds, Izzy finally gave an explanation: "One of my ex-boyfriends, Meliorn, is bothering me and trying to get back together. He doesn't believe me when I say I'm in a happy relationship, and he especially doesn't believe that I'm dating Simon, since he's seen Simon's Facebook page. It's nothing threatening or anything; I can totally handle it. But it's just so annoying and infuriating," Izzy sighed. "Whatever. C'est la vie, carpe diem, and all that other crap. I don't really want to talk about it, since it'll just bother me, so I was wondering if you'd let me give you a makeover?" Izzy looked at Clary hopefully. "Just to take my mind off of things."

Clary sighed. I don't want to, but… "Yeah, sure. Why not?" she said with all the enthusiasm she could muster.

For the next hour or so, Izzy made Clary try on different combinations of dresses and shoes. At the end of the hour, Clary had tried on all of the dresses and skirts in her closet, most of which Izzy had squealed over. "You need to wear all of these more often." After Clary had tried on all of her own clothes, Izzy went over to a corner of the room and pulled out her own dresses for Clary to try on. Most of them fit a little awkwardly on Clary, since Izzy was taller and proportioned differently. Even so, there were two dresses that Izzy said looked amazing on Clary, and she ended up giving one of them to her. "It's a little too small on me," Izzy admitted. "But it was cute in the store, and I couldn't leave it behind." Izzy ended up forcing her into that dress (after making her try on five other outfits again) and got to work on her hair and makeup. Izzy played around with Clary's hair for a little bit, before settling on a variation of a French braid. Then came makeup, which was surprisingly brief. Izzy only applied some concealer, blush, eyeliner, mascara, and a light shade of lipstick, opting for a more natural look. Clary didn't see much of a difference, but Izzy argued that that was the point of natural makeup; you were supposed to be able to see what the person looked like before, but use makeup to highlight and redefine their good traits (eyes, cheekbones) and cover up their bad ones (eye bags). After that, they argued about shoes for a long time. Clary wanted to wear her black spiky boots (which had heels that were about 4 inches) while Izzy wanted her to wear 6 inch black pumps (with platforms, but still). They argued until suddenly, the doorbell rang.

…

Jace stood outside in the cold air, waiting for someone to answer the door. He'd run here straight after soccer practice, not bothering to shower and only remembering to put on deodorant when he finished parking his car. He had rushed to Clary's front door and rang doorbell, only to wait outside for two minutes. When someone finally let him in, he realized that it wasn't Clary. It was Izzy. "Why the heck are you here?" he asked.

Izzy looked innocently up at Jace. "I'm just hanging out with my friend. Is that a crime?" She smiled and turned around. "Speaking of which, you have impeccable timing. Clary and I need you to settle an argument." As a door opened behind Izzy, she sighed. "What took you so long?"

Jace silently moved past Izzy and into the living room area. Since no one was going to invite him in, he might as well come inside by himself. It was much warmer in the living room. He turned to lock the door, and when he turned back around to face Clary, it was all he could do to keep his mouth closed.

She was dressed in a short black dress with a deep V-neck. It went past her chest and stopped at the end of her sternum. The top was cut like a tank top, but there was a hole in the back of the dress, which let Jace see the indentation of her spine. (A/N: Outfit #1) Her hair was tied behind her, and she didn't have a lot of makeup on her face. Jace didn't know why he was so affected by the outfit; the skirt wasn't even hugging Clary's body, it was flared. He'd seen other girls dressed in skintight dresses, but somehow, they didn't affect him as much as Clary did. Perhaps it was the fact that Clary was so unaffected by him. Or maybe it was because she didn't cling to him. Either way, in that moment, Jace thought for a fleeting second that maybe his feelings wouldn't pass. Maybe they were going to be there forever.

"So?" Clary asked. "Which shoe do you think is better?"

Jace cleared his head and took a look at Clary's shoes. "The heel looks better, but the boot is more Clary," he told her. Jace turned to Izzy. "Don't you have those heels with spikes?"

"No I – Oh wait. I totally do! Give me a second." And with that, Izzy ran upstairs.

"I didn't realize you were into shoes," Clary teased, taking a seat on the couch.

Jace joined her, laughing. "I don't. I just remember that particular pair."

"Why?" Clary's emerald eyes were questioning.

Jace grimaced. "One night, Izzy went out to go party with one of her boyfriends. She called me at 2 AM, asking me to pick her up. When I got there, she was very drunk, and she kicked me in the shins. Hard. I had bruises on my leg for a week, and I couldn't run properly at practice the next day."

"Ouch."

"Ouch indeed," Jace sighed.

Izzy's footsteps thundered as she came downstairs, holding a pair of heels. They were black pumps with spikes on the platform and ankle straps. When Clary put them on, Izzy clapped her hands and made her twirl. "I did such a good job," she said, as she examined Clary's outfit closely, giving a nod of approval. Izzy turned to Jace. "What do you think?"

"You look nice," Jace said to Clary, trying to keep his face devoid of emotion.

"Thanks," Clary replied, giving them another twirl. She put her hands on her hips and scowled at Izzy. "Can I take this off now? We need to start working."

Izzy pouted. "Fine. But I need to take a picture." Izzy stood up, got her phone, and made Clary pose until Jace cleared his throat and Clary reminded Izzy that she needed to work. Izzy sighed and let her go upstairs to change, letting herself out (and bringing her gigantic duffel bag with her. When did she get that?). As soon as Izzy left, Jace heard Clary groan. "IZZY!" she yelled. Jace peered out of the window and saw Izzy running away, laughing.

Jace climbed upstairs and knocked on Clary's door. "Is everything okay?"

"Yeah… Sort of," Clary sighed. "Just… wait outside, okay?"

"Sure. I'll be downstairs," Jace said, confused.

He sat on the couch, checking his phone.

"Hey, sorry for taking so long." Clary appeared at the bottom of the stairs and Jace looked up from his phone. His heart skipped a beat. She had changed into a black off shoulder top and a long, white skirt with coloured streaks, which was very different from her usual flannel and jeans. (A/N: outfit #2) Clary, who had confused Jace's surprise with confusion, sighed and sat down. "Izzy stole all of my normal clothes. I guess I'm stuck with this for now." She took her hair out of the braid that it was in and shook it out. Jace was suddenly hit by the scent of Clary's hair. She smelled of strawberries, lemons, and paint. Fiery tendrils framed her face and orange curls cascaded down her shoulders. Clary caught him staring. "What?"

"Your hair looks better down," he replied, his voice betraying him and hitching in the middle of his sentence.

"Thanks. I like it this way too." Clary grinned at him, and it was all Jace could do to keep himself from doing something. Anything. He grinned back at her, and she turned away. "We should probably get started. Izzy used up a lot of time when she was taking photos."

"Yeah." His voice was still a little gruff. Curse my vocal chords. And curse Clary's outfits.

"How was soccer practice?" Clary asked.

This was a odd question for Clary to be asking, since she hated anything that had to do with sports. (Except for fictional sports.) "It was fine." Jace stared at Clary as if she were an alien. "Why'd you ask?"

Clary shrugged. "You seem kind of tense."

Crap. "Oh. Um… It's just… I didn't expect Izzy to be here," Jace said, which was true, but wasn't what made him "tense".

"Oh. Family stuff?"

"Yeah. Kinda."

"So… Do you want to work down here, or do you want to come up to my room?" Clary asked awkwardly.

Jace laughed. He didn't know how to give people genuine compliments or how to handle a crush, but making innuendoes out of everything was his specialty. "Are you inviting me into your room with you and 'study'?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

Clary blushed. "Not like that. I meant to work. On our essay. Get your mind out of the gutter," she snapped.

"Sure, let's go to your room and work on our 'essay,'" Jace chuckled. He walked up the stairs and Clary groaned in frustration as she walked up behind him.

He got upstairs and peered into Clary's room, which was a complete mess. Clothes were strewn about everywhere and shoes lay haphazardly around the room. Jace shuddered.

Clary appeared behind Jace and saw his disgust. "Oh yeah, I forgot. You're kind of a neat freak, right?"

"So? Your room is still a mess. It's almost as messy as your life."

Clary rolled her eyes and started picking clothes up off the floor. "I actually keep my room reasonable clean. Izzy is the one who made this mess. She went through my entire closet, and then she went through half of hers." She sat on her bed and started folding the clothes. "Do you want to start working on the essay now? I'll dictate and you can type it while I clean up."

They finished another quarter of their essay like that, with Clary folding clothes and rearranging her room while Jace slouched in Clary's desk chair and transcribed their essay onto a shared document. When Clary finally finished cleaning her room, they finished their essay with Jace at Clary's desk and Clary sprawled on her bed, with occasional banter slipping into their conversation about Prospero and Miranda.

Getting work done wasn't easy (especially for Jace, who was constantly sneaking looks at Clary), but they finished their essay in an hour. When they'd finally finished, Clary rolled over on the bed. "Ugh. Finally." She held her hand out to Jace. "High five. We made it!"

Jace chucked softly as he high fived Clary. Glancing at his laptop's clock, he sighed. 7:24. "I should go. It's getting kind of late."

Clary glanced at her own laptop screen. "Oh wow, it is. Do you want to eat dinner before you leave? I have Hot Pockets in the freezer."

Jace smiled at Clary as he packed his stuff. "No, it's okay. I've got Hot Pockets waiting for me in the Lightwood residence, anyways."

Clary sighed from the bed. "Well, I'll walk you to you the door if you help me up from the bed." She stuck her arm up straight in the air.

Jace took her warm, small hand and hoisted her up, but not before he realized how soft it was and how perfectly it fit in his own hand. She rearranged her skirt when she stood up, smoothing out the creases. Her hair looked a little wild, and Jace couldn't help but stare at her beauty for a few seconds before composing himself and painting a perfect grin onto his face. "Ready to go?" he asked.

"Yup." They walked down the stairs and Clary suddenly groaned. "I think Izzy took my sneakers, too."

Jace rolled his eyes. "So I'm guessing the only shoes you have left are heels?"

Clary nodded, sighing. "And I'll probably have to wear this to school on Monday." She groaned. "What do I do? I can't walk in heels."

Jace laughed. "It's a classic Isabelle Lightwood prank. I can't tell you how many times I've had to wear Alec's holey sweaters. She loves messing with people's wardrobes, especially when she wants something from you."

Clary furrowed her brow. "What does she want from me?"

Jace paused. "I don't know. Maybe she just did this for fun," he lied. Or maybe she did it to get to me. "You'll get your clothes back soon, though. I promise."

"I trust you," Clary said, smiling up at him. They reached the front door, and Clary unlocked the door. "Sadly, I can't walk you to your car, since I don't have appropriate footwear." The expression on her face was so falsely solemn, it was hard not to laugh.

"Thank you for your chivalry, but I must insist on being the chivalrous knight." Jace bowed.

Clary curtsied in return, laughing. "Then you are patriarchal and misogynistic. But I apologize for hurting your ego by being polite." She held the door open for Jace

Jace chuckled and stepped outside. He couldn't hold it in anymore; he had to say something. "I like your outfit. You look very pretty," he blurted out. "It suits you," he grinned sheepishly.

Clary looked mildly shocked. "Thanks. You look nice too, although you look a bit cold."

Jace looked down at his black T-shirt. "How on earth do I look cold when I'm smoking hot?" he joked.

"You're so full of yourself." She scowled up at him.

"Only ugly people think that modesty is an attractive trait," Jace replied, his gold eyes mischievous and his mouth curling into a smirk.

Clary sighed exasperatedly. "Goodbye, Jace."

"Goodbye, shortstuff."

"Shut it, lemonhead." And with that, she slammed the door in his face.

…

When Jace got home, Izzy was in the living room waiting for him. She was eating yogurt and watching Sherlock on the couch, and she looked up when Jace entered. "How'd it go?"

"I told you not to freaking meddle," Jace snapped. "And give Clary her clothes back." With that, he marched upstairs to his room.

Izzy sighed and got up to get another yogurt. "I do something for my best friend and my brother's best friend, and I don't get a thank you? I must be a saint," she muttered. She pulled out her phone to text Maia, and saw that Clary had texted her:

Clare-bear: Izzy, GIMMIE MY CLOTHES WTF

Iz: Soz, but you look so much cuter!

Clare-bear: C'mon Iz, I can't walk in heels you know that. Also is Jace okay?

Iz: Whaddya mean?

Clare-bear: Idek he just kept on spacing out and stuff…

Iz: Meh, he's probs fine.

Clare-bear: U sure?

Iz: Yup, don't worry about it.

Izzy gave a triumphant squeal. So Jace had been affected, after all. She quickly texted Maia.

Iz: Jace is pissed at me, but I it went well

Mai: Oh really? What happened?

Iz: No idea, but I stole Clary's normal clothes so she was wearing something cute while they studied. J

Mai: OMG, you evil mastermind. * high five *

Iz: TY, I know I'm amazing. Anywho, Clary texted me and apparently Jace was "spacing out and stuff" ;) And now Clary's worried about Jace's well-being J Hoping that means she checks up on him on Monday

Mai: Honestly, your greatness scares me. Remind me never to get on your bad side.

Iz: Just don't mess with the mother-effin queen bees.

Mai: Amen, sister.

A/N: Sorry this chapter took so long! I've been busy making study guides this week, so I finished this chapter later than I thought I would. I hope it was still an okay chapter, despite being a little rushed (and a little rough). If you have any advice for me, I'd love to hear it. (Even though I'd technically be reading it.)

Thanks to everyone who left reviews :) I've really appreciated reading all of them, and they motivate me to write (although I'd still write if no one reviewed.)

Just a reminder: there won't be a chapter next week, since I have finals.

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