A/N: I know Clary didn't specifically say love I think, but she realizes that she loves him. Typically in stories like this I like to hold off until they have those feelings, but I thought it should happen fast in this story. They don't have a normal relationship in my mind. He's different, and she's never met someone like him. I feel like she would fall a lot sooner because of that. She will not tell him that anytime soon though. Lol.
I will be incorporating Jonathan into this, which should be great. Him and her father with probably show up in the chapter after this one.
Here's chapter 7!
The second we walked into the Pandimonium my body vibrated with bass. I chewed on my lip, gripping tightly onto Jace's arm. I'm not going to lie and say I partied as a kid. I was the art nerd, and I just got lucky when puberty finally did something right in my early twenties. Jace lead us through the large crowd, gesturing for me to sit at the bar. There wasn't another seat in by me, so Jace opted to lean against my seat. I climbed up on the seat, feeling myself crawl into a little hole. My eyes skimmed around the room, seeing flashing lights and dancing people. Music pounded in my ears, playing through the horde of people loudly.
"Are you ok?" Jace's harmonious voice brought me out of my haze.
"I just need a few drinks." I took a deep breath, as Jace gestured for the bartender. He asked for a few tequila shots. I had three, and was beginning to fill a little bit more then buzzed. I could feel the tension in my muscles begin to dissipate.
"You're sure you're ok?" He asked over the music. I nodded, setting the last glass down. I began feeling my nerves to calm as I adapted to the surroundings. I saw Jace out of the corner of my eye, gazing at me like I was the sun. A blush heated up my cheeks at the intensity of his stare. I wanted him to look at me like this forever. I ordered a glass of wine, knowing if I drank more tequila I wouldn't remember the rest of the night. "A booth just opened." He took my hand, leading me across the room. He sat down, pulling me into his lap. I laughed, adjusting to a comfortable position.
"What do you think?" His hand rested on my knee, as he smiled at me.
"I think it is very unique." I grinned, draping my arm over his shoulder. I could feel the heat radiating of his body, making my temperature rise quickly. My knee was burning where his fingers circled over it. I sipped the wine slowly, glancing around the room. I could see how a lot of people thought this was fun, but I'm not sure if I would. I was raised as a proper lady. I might as well come from the south the way my father raised me, and I was trying to break the way I was raised. After my father disinherited my brother, I got really set in my ways. That I had to be the perfect daughter or he could cut me off. Now I am making millions of dollars, and I'm still the uptight snobby girl.
"Clary." Jace breathed in my ear, trying to get my attention.
"Hmm." I hummed, glancing over at him.
"Do you want to dance?" He asked hopefully.
"Yeah." I finished off my wine, standing up. I took his hand, leading us towards the edge of the group. I started to dance awkwardly, not knowing what to do with my body. I could see the other girls grinding up on guys, but I'm not that person. I few people shot me nasty looks, but I honestly didn't know what to do with myself. I've never done this before. How was I supposed to know what to do?
"What are you doing?" He chuckled, holding my cheeks to stop me.
"I don't know." I snickered, shaking my head.
"I can see that." He teased, dropping his hands to my hips. "Here's what you do." He moved my hips fluidly, helping me dance somewhat decently. He released me, watching to make sure I wasn't making a fool of myself.
"Better?" I grinned half-heartily.
"Much." He pecked my lips, beginning to dance himself. I curled my hair to the side, as a searing heat set over my body. I think it was the combination of the movements, and the lights, and the man in front of me. Jace was obviously a good dancer. He moved so gracefully, which I was completely jealous of. Jace's hands rested on my waist, keeping me close to him. He leaned down, hesitating before he brushed our lips together. I stuttered slightly, reconnecting them slowly. His presence engulfed me, making me feel alive. We flinched away from each other when the song changed to a much louder bass song. We started bouncing to the music, singing along loudly, enjoying the beat of every song.
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My eyes creaked open the next day, and I had no idea where I was. Everything about the night before was hazy after we got a second round of drinks. Then I heard a soft grunt next to me, making me realize I was at Jace's. I sat up, feeling my stomach churn. "Jace." I shook him awake, needing to know the bathroom is now. He grunted, beginning to stir.
"Jace!" I raised my voice, hitting him with a pillow.
"What?" He grumbled.
"Where's the bathroom?" I felt the bile rise up my throat, making me slap my hand to my throat.
"Over there." He pushed himself up, pointing to the bathroom. I sprinted out of bed, vomiting in the toilet. I heard Jace grumble curses from the bedroom, as he climbed out of the bed. I coughed, feeling a stinging pain radiate through my throat. I felt my hair be pulled from my neck, cooling of my skin, as another wave kicked in. I gripped onto the seat tightly, trying to catch my breath. "You're going to be ok." He mused, rubbing my back. A migraine had set in, making me feel groggy, and I still felt nauseous. I rested my head against the side of the toilet, catching my breath. His hand moved in gentle circled on my back. "I have to remember to cut you off after the first round of drinks." He teased, trying to cheer me up.
"I don't think I've ever drank that much in one night." I grumbled, inhaling deeply.
"Are you good to get up, or do you need to throw up more?" He ran his fingers through my hair soothingly.
"I-" I pushed myself back up. "I think I'm ok." I sighed, as Jace got to his feet. He lifted me up, setting me down on the counter. "Do you have something I can change into?" I rubbed my eyes, still feeling overwhelming tired.
"Are you with just a shirt? I don't think I have anything that would fit as shorts." He shifted through his cabinets, searching for something.
"I think your shirt would be more conservative then this dress." I snorted, tugging it further down my thighs.
"Ok, so tooth brush, aspirin, and a glass for water. I'll go get you a shirt." He handed me everything I needed to kind of freshen up. I scrubbed my teeth quickly, spitting into the sink, and downed the aspirin. He came back over a few seconds later with one of his band shirts, making me scoff.
"You wear your own concert shirt." I snickered, taking it from him.
"Of course I'm on it, and I'm gorgeous." He chuckled, tucking a stray curl behind my ear. "I'm going to make us some food. You can shower." He pecked my cheek before exiting the bathroom. I fisted the cloth of his shirts in my hands, lifting it to my nose. It smelled just like him, which made me smile. I glanced around the bathroom, and it looked absolutely spotless. It had looked very functional. Everything had its place, and always stayed there.
He was a clean freak.
I hopped off the counter, turning the shower on. The water poured down, from the facet heating up. I peeled the dress off, showering quickly.
When I got out, I slipped my underwear back on before tugging the large t-shirt over my head. It completely swallowed me, but it was all I have. I shuffled out of the bathroom, feeling the lingering effects of a migraine. The entire house was very modern and clinical. I slipped into the seat at the island, watching him make pancakes. He hadn't noticed my presence, so I watched him in his natural element. He seemed comfortable and relaxed, moving fluidly through his kitchen. He had changed since he gave me his shirt. Now he was just in boxer shorts and a t-shirt. His tattoo did spread down his legs, which didn't surprise me. He started to hum, as he flipped the pancakes. I leaned against the counter, resting my head on it.
"Hey there." My lips quirked upwards when I saw him flinch heavily.
"How long have you been there?" He clutched at his heart.
"Few minutes." I shrugged.
"What do you want on your pancakes? Syrup or whipped cream." He held up the two containers.
"You put whipped cream on your pancakes?" I laughed, shaking my head.
"Yes, it is heaven, and since you haven't eaten it, you're having it now." He set a pancake in front of me, spraying the whipped cream all over the plate. "I found your phone on the floor by the way." He slid it across the counter to me. He set up his own food, sitting next to me.
"Crap." I sighed, sitting back in my seat as I scrolled through my missed messages.
"What?" He asked.
"Izzy has been calling me all morning." I held my phone to my ear hearing it ring.
"Where are you!?" She exclaimed. "You are supposed to answer your phones at all times!" She screeched, making me cringe.
"I'm sorry. I was passed out." I sighed, gripping my scalp lightly.
"You and Jace are all over the Internet." She explained.
"What?" I furrowed my brow.
"I sent you the photos. Where are you now? Are you at his place?" She asked like the gossip she was.
"Yeah, we are eating pancakes." I plopped a bit of food into my mouth. "Actually do you think you could pick me up with a change of clothes?"
"Of course be there soon." She hung up.
"How did we get here last night? I can't remember." I scratched my scalp lightly.
"Magnus and Alec dragged us back here. They would have taken you home, but they didn't know where you live. We were both really out of it." He explained, eating more food. We ate silently for a few more minutes, before one of us spoke.
"Thank you for taking care of me this morning. I'll do the next date, so you don't have to do anything." I grinned, setting my phone down.
"You don't have to." He nudged me with a smile.
"No, I want to. I'm feeling like really high maintenance right now, so next date is on me." I smiled, taking a big bite of my pancakes.
"Sounds like a plan." He kissed me lightly, stroking my cheek.
A/N: Thanks for reading. Sorry it took me so long to update. This has literally been done for three days, but I have been too lazy to review it and post it. I'm sorry!
Anyways from all the reviews I've determined that Jon will be a good older brother.
Someone said that I need a "bad guy," which I am planning on doing. I just don't know if I want it to be on Clary's side or Jace's. I'm thinking Clary's side, but I'm still thinking through how I want to put it. This will happen within the next few chapters.
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