Hey everybody. Okay, I know I said I would update quickly and uh I'm kinda late with it. Sorry!

I've just have tons of things piled up and it is just so frustrating sometimes. I didn't want to pour that frustration into my writing in any way. So, yeah. And I also wrote a one-shot too, AND oh well, I've also been reading this TMI fanfic and believe me it is totally one of my top personal faves (among two one-shots). My recommendation: y'all should totally read "Twisted" by WildHeart22. Totally.

Also, to everyone who has reviewed this story: Y'all are angels. Your support means so much. And to the ones who fave-d and followed too. I love love love all of you lovely people. Ah, and, WordsAblaze thank you for the tip! I'll keep it in mind and use it wherever I can. ;)

Anyway, on with the chapter! XD

They'd spent hours messing around. At the swimming pool, then in the 'Indoor Games' area playing snooker, then just running around taking pictures and what not. They acted like kids around each other. It was sweet and actually really precious, but God knew Jace wanted more. He just could not seem to be able to get enough of the girl he had known for such a long time. He shuddered, realizing — however reluctantly — that maybe this feeling was what was so overrated these days. Butterflies in your stomach, sensations beneath your ribcage, electric sparks on your skin, dancing-on-air happiness; all when you were around that one person. That feeling of warmth inside your heart when you're with them, their constant residence in your mind, in your thoughts; that feeling to spend every moment together and never let go. Jace had all but only just tasted a single drop of this drunkenness, for now, this unusual high. What he did not know, was that he was about to be hit with not just a drop, but a flood of it.

Jace Herondale was falling in love.

It was now lunch time. Jace and Clary hadn't even realised how quickly time had been flying by. They were caught in their own world. A world with just the two of them.

They were currently in their cottage, with Jace sprawled out on his bed. He had his hands behind his head as his eyes followed after Clary lazily. She had just changed into a light blue top and ripped jeans in the bathroom, and now stood in front of the mirror in their room applying some make-up. Jace observed every single one of her movements with attention, from the flick of her wrist to a gentle stroke of the finger. Unlike most girls these days, she didn't wear much more than lipstick and eyeliner, Jace noticed. And he actually liked it. Sure, he'd been with quite a lot of girls — though none of them lasted more than, like, two weeks — but he'd rarely seen anyone who remained simple. He admired Clary for always just being herself, with all her simplicity and bubbly personality.

"Mhmm, I'm ready. Let's go." Clary turned to him with a smile, as she took his hand and hoisted the lazy blonde off of the bed.

Jace was now wearing a black button-up shirt with black jeans, and he could see Clary eyeing him up. "Darling, you done checking me out?" He teased, smirking, as they headed to the place's café.

"Ah, shut up." Clary rolled her eyes and pinched him, chuckling. "You done checking me out, Jacey? I am not blind either." She winked at him.

"Pfft." Jace smirked, ruffling her hair as they entered. Inside there were more people present than he'd expected, and he smirked while talking to Clary, knowing how many heads both of them were turning just walking by. He also felt a surge of jealousy go through him as he spied a few boys nearby, who seemed to be his age, staring at the redhead beside him. And it was not a nice kind of staring. Jace slung his arm around her shoulder — she did not seem to mind; it was normal enough for the best friends to be in close contact — and as he shot a cold, withering look at them, they all quickly looked away. Aha, Jace thought victoriously. They went over and sat down on a small table for two by the window. Clary then leaned forward.

"That girl over there is totally checking you out — I mean, more than the others." She raised an eyebrow and pointed towards a table on their right with a nod of her head.

Jace followed her gaze, and he raised his eyebrows as he looked at the girl. He had to admit, she wasn't half bad. The girl had wavy brown hair and dark brown eyes, with striking features. She was, in fact, what you would call quite pretty. "Not as pretty as Clary, though.." Jace thought. She did seem to be tall, as well. She was wearing a fitted tank top, and a pair of very short shorts. She wasn't fat, but not too skinny either; which was a good thing. Everybody — well, almost everybody — appreciated a girl who wasn't stick thin. All in all, the girl was a good one. If things had been different, Jace might have gone for her, but — he sighed then — he seemed to be stuck on Clary.

Jace was broken out of his reverie when two slim fingers with dark-blue painted nails were made to hover in front of his eyes and then poked his chest. "Aaah, Clarebear, you need to stop injuring me all the time." He said, rubbing his chest in mock-pain.

"Oh, shush. Have you even been listening to a word I just said?" She raised her eyebrows and then repeated.

"Yeah so, I was just saying that — did you know there's a tiny club here too? With the DJ and stuff? They have parties every weekend. There's one tonight too. We should totally go. What do you think?" She leaned forward with interest.

"Hell yeah. Sure we will. But first, Clare, stop talking to me for a sec and order some food to eat. I am absolutely starving here, woman."

Yet again, time had flown by very quickly as they spent their day together. Now, it was time to party.

Surprisingly for Jace, Clary had brought along a dress with her. She'd just said to him, "Well you never know when an occasion to party arises." Jace hadn't replied, just muttered under his breath. Girls.

He had kept the jeans, but abandoned the previous shirt for a baby pink button-down. He sure looked rather good in it, if Clary's words were to be trusted.

When Clary came out of the bathroom all ready, Jace was shocked into stillness for some seconds. She was wearing a shiny black body-hugging dress that reached her upper thighs and did wonders to her looks. Her flaming hair stood out more, her legs seemed much longer, and her body looked more curvy. Surely no other girl can compare to Clarebear, Jace decided in his mind.

And finally soon enough, they'd rushed to the club. It was indeed tiny. There was barely enough room for fifty people, but it was obvious to the eyes that more were crammed in. The ground vibrated slightly, and the place thrummed with beats of really loud music that made you want to just stop doing what you were doing and start dancing. Just like earlier, Jace and Clary were again turning heads rapidly. Aside from any couples, most people were eyeing them up. This was definitely not new to Jace. Clary, too, seemed only very slightly uncomfortable. After a few moments of just looking around, Jace and Clary headed to the small bar. Sitting next to each other on stools that had thankfully been left vacant, Blondie and Red both ordered mocktails for themselves. No getting drunk during the Saturday ritual. It was a rule. They had to lean forward near each other to talk over the music. So while they sat chatting away and waiting for their drinks, Jace kept three-fourths of his attention on Clary and the rest on his surroundings. And therefore he noticed it first when a bobbing head with a mass of tousled black hair seemed to makes its way directly at them through the crowd. As the aforementioned 'head' looked up, Jace found his gaze fixed on a very familiar face. He narrowed his eyes. Sebastian Verlac. Again.

"—Jace? You listening?" He heard Clary's voice. Great, he thought, that idiot turns up and I also manage to annoy Clary right then.

He shook his head. "Yeah, I was, of c—"

He was cut off by Clary saying, "No, you clearly weren't. What were you even looking at— Oh."

At that moment, Sebastian had finally reached them. "Clary! Wow, I hadn't expected to meet you here tonight. Oh, hey Jace, you too mate."

He had grinned broadly at Clary, looking her up and down, and after greeting her his eyes had traveled to Jace.

Jace cringed internally at the other boy's words, but kept a small smirk playing on his lips. "Yeah."

"Actually we go out somewhere together every Saturday, and we picked this place for this time, and here we are." Clary said with a smile.

Verlac raised his eyebrows at the two of them. "So are you guys, like, dating or what?"

"Oh, no, we aren't. But he is my best friend, so." She said with a half smile as she elbowed Jace in the ribs.

"Oh she's just torture, really." Jace chuckled and tugged at the redhead's hair playfully.

Sebastian just laughed, and had just started to engage Clary in a conversation when apparently another person decided to join their little group. Jace raised an eyebrow as he saw it was the same girl from earlier in the café, and damn wasn't she something else. She was wearing a red party dress that showed off her figure. She still looked pretty wearing it, with her hair hanging down halfway to her back. She approached him with no difficulty whatsoever. Well, that's a first, Jace thought. Most people would get nervous or something.

"Hey. I'm Eliza." She spoke, and her voice was sweet but her face held a cocky expression. He saw that she had her hand extended. He shook it. By now Clary and Sebastian had also turned to them with curiousity clear on their faces.

He made as if to introduce himself, but the girl had already cut him off. "You must be Jace. Jace Herondale. And you guys must be, ah, Clarissa Morgenstern and Sebastian Verlac. Right?"

She looked around at the three with her eyebrows raised. They were clearly in mild shock and confusion.

"Yeah, you're right. But how do you know us?" It was Sebastian that had spoken, and who — Jace noticed with some exasperation — had gotten too dangerously close to Clary for Jace's liking.

"Yeah, well, I go to Idrisienne High too. And who doesn't know you guys there? The two hot Gods of the school — along with Jonathan Morgenstern, of course — and the popular little redhead." The girl named Eliza smirked, especially while mentioning Clary's brother Jonathan.

Seeing their faces, she then added: "Yeah, you guys probably had no idea who Eliza Carter was, up until now. But anyway, who cares 'cause this is a party and we need to enjoy ourselves. Since Verlac there is clearly interested in the redhead, Blondie you're with me. Let's get ourselves dancing."

Jace looked at Sebastian and Clary with his eyes a little wide, and their faces held the same surprise at the girl's straightforwardness.

Eliza, however, noticed this and just rolled her eyes. "Oh, come on Herondale."

She turned and headed to the dance floor. Jace looked at his best friend again, uncertain. She spoke then, laughing a little. "You go get her, Jacey. We're coming right behind you too, don't worry."

After a moment, Jace just shrugged lightly and moved towards the dance floor. Clary followed a minute later, Sebastian in tow.

They were now outside their cottage, walking on the stone path. They had danced for a long time, until they were sweating all over and gotten too tired for more. Jace remembered himself dancing with Eliza earlier. She was cool, and unlike any other girl that might've been in her shoes, she didn't get herself all over Jace. She kept her distance but was dancing with him anyway. Clary and Sebastian were also dancing side-by-side to Jace and Eliza. Jace had thought it was good for Sebastian to keep an appropriate distance from Clary, or else he'd have gone back with a broken nose or something. Although he did have a good time. Ultimately he'd ended up dancing with Clary, thank God. That was the part he'd enjoyed most. And then eventually the other two of them had said their goodbyes and parted, and Clary and Jace had also headed back to their room. Now, walking back the stone path, he felt like there was magic in the air. He glanced sideways at Clary, and saw her walking slowly by his side, her eyes staring off into the distance thoughtfully. As if sensing his gaze on her, she looked at him and smiled. They sat down right in front of the door to their cottage, and leaned against each other. They were staring up at the sky full of stars. He turned to Clary as she twined her fingers through his, and smiled. The smile that seemed to him to blot out the stars. Jace reached up with his other hand and pushed aside a lock of curling red hair that had come into Clary's eyes. Jace decided he ought to make some move for his feelings, or else people like Sebastian would come in the way of him and the girl he loved. With a deep breath inhaling the magical air, Jace leaned forward, his eyes never leaving the redhead's emerald green ones, and pressed his lips to hers.

Whoa, finally! Hope you guys liked it! It's longer than usual, and *cough* an entrance of my OC that you will see has an important *cough* role to play in the story.

Also, as you might have noticed, I usually write from the narrator's/Jace's point of view kind of, so if you want me to try another POV please feel free to suggest. ;)

Anyway, until next time! xoxo