Slut Year
Chaper 7: Bluejay
It had been a while since my encounter with the Golden Bad Boy. I had gone to Izzy's house since then, but either I would never see him, or he would come home and swiftly head straight to the guesthouse. Every time I would hear the front door open, my head would dart in the direction in hopes he would at least make an appearance, but no.
I don't even understand why I was so interested in him. It was sort of insane for me. Then again, he was gorgeous, beautiful, but still with an edge to him. Who wouldn't fuck him? I bet he gets into pants of all kinds of girls.
Gay girls.
Foreign girls.
Retarded Jersey Shore girls.
Even those gay girls that try to look like dudes.
His charm and wit increased his good looks tenfold. His suave, and sleek style, the way he stood against the doorway. OH MY GOD, I need to stop! Stop this right now and focus on this game! I haven't even gotten it together yet.
How would I play this game exactly? I wasn't very good at flirting, sometimes it came to me, most of the time it did not. Tonight was another night of clubbing, and for once it was a place that seemed a little more my style. Not one hundred percent, but pretty close to it!
I was in my rock – n – roll outfit. I, believe it or not, set it up myself. Did my own clothes, hair and makeup… well I always did my own makeup.
We were set and ready to have fun, and that's when I spotted my first victim…
His hair was blonde, like bleached blonde. His eyes were gray, and his skin pristine white. He glowed like a bright white light. We made our aquaintances, I don't recall his name… psh… like it matters. And it ended it the back room. It was quicker than I had like it to be. To be honest… it finished before I could even have an orgasm.
"Fuck you!" I yelled and pulled down my skirt, and socked him in the nuts. He crunched over and cried in pain.
"Oh please," I said to him as I opened the door. "If you don't know how to use them, you shouldn't have them." And like that I stormed out.
Victim #2: A foreign guy. Don't worry, he spoke English, he was Swedish, and also blonde. He sort of reminded me of the Golden bad boy I met. Only much taller, and blonder, and his hair wasn't curly. It was short, and he was slim, but still masculine. Now he was much better. He was fast, and good. I left him behind with a smile on both our faces. And would you guess it? I am in the lead.
I know right!
Who the hell thought?
But Number Seven soon became my favorite, besides the tall rough blonde. His skin looked smooth and flawless, and had a perfect shade of brown. I'm trying not to say tan, because even though that was exactly what it was, it didn't look so.
His hair was light brown, and was styled at the top, but the most gorgeous thing about him was his eyes; they were the most beautiful shade of blue I had ever seen. They were so intense that you could see them from miles away. They practically glowed, so in not knowing his name, I decided to call him Jay… short for Blue Jay….
O~0~O
I couldn't tear myself from to look away, his eyes were so hypnotizing, but I wasn't here to fall in love, I was here to get laid. We locked eyes, and he smiled. His smile made him look so innocent, almost like a little boy. I found it quite endearing.
GAH! Clary! Saying words like that will make you become attached, stop it! I mentally scolded myself. I looked at him again, and found him shyly trying to look away. I felt sort of guilty for wanting to bang his bones and never talk to him again. I know I had only seen his face, but he looked so damn innocent. However, Iz did say that the more innocent they were, the more points we get.
"Cl-ar-y." Alex sang my name.
"Hm?" I turned to look at the girls.
"Did you already find your next prey?" Aline asked from across the table.
"Mm-hm." I nodded and turned to look at Jay again. Suddenly I heard the girls gasp, but I ignored them, I was too busy having a smiling contest with Jay. I turned back to the girls to see them wide-eyed, and speechless. I guess they thought I would never go through with this. I downed the rest of my drink, and placed it on the table while straightening my pretty flared shirt. "I'm going over there." I smirked at them.
"C-C-Clary, u-uh-uh uhmmm." Aline wouldn't stop stuttering, while Alex was just staring past me, she probably just found her next victim too. I wasn't going to wait for Aline to finish her sentence; by that time I might be eighty years old. I wonder what her problem was?
I started approaching my Blue Jay. The closer I got, the more he started to look kind of familiar. Hmm… aw well.
"Hi." I said with a big smile, which he returned,
"Hi, can I offer you a drink?" If I wasn't mistaken he seemed a bit nervous, not bad nervous, but a little bit of a shy nervous.
"No thank you, I think I had enough for tonight, but I will sure as hell buy youone!" I leaned in, showing I was more than interested in him.
"No thank you, I think I had enough as well." He lifted up his Budweiser. "Last one of the night."
"Last one out of like… ten?" I shrugged. He laughed.
"This is my sixth drink."
"Who is your ride home?" I couldn't help but ask, I liked to party, but I also like life too.
"A Taxi, don't worry. I drive safe."
"Good to know." I nodded. "So what is your name?" I asked. For some reason he looked at me oddly, like I just grossed him out or something, then suddenly the expression was gone, and he smiled.
O~0~O
Another stupid motherfucker getting his eighth girlfriend's name carved into his arm. Really, how can some people be so fucking stupid? I always felt like I was surrounded by idiots, and kept myself distant from everyone. Not just girls, but everyone. I hate people, I hate gossip, I am NOT interested in other people's anecdotes, and woes.
I guess I am literally what they call a lone wolf.
Except that redheaded girl, I really did like talking to her. I usually don't enjoy talking to anyone. Now don't think of me as a creepy loner. I wasn't always like this, once upon of time I use to have loads of friends, and even Izzy and I were really close. But because people come up with their own ideas, and their own cruel sense of entertainment I found it safer to just stay away from everyone!
Especially after what happened. Over and over I tried to apologize to Isabelle, it use to be that everyday I would try to attempt at refreshing our friendship, but nothing. She refused to budge. Now at this point I have decided that she is childish, and needs to get over her fucking issues.
I would be lying if I told you it that Isabelle's actions were surprising. She always had a childish streak about her. If you pissed her off, she would go a good year being angry about it, even if it was something as simple as eating the last cookie from the jar.
I didn't want to be living there any longer than I had to, so I was here saving up the tips, to get my own apartment in LA, if I even decide to stay. I like my mother's house because it is secluded from everyone, here it is the opposite. The whole city is congested with too many people, too many situations that could get you into trouble, even if you were doing your best to avoid it. But the truth was that I missed my friends, that I missed my family, but I did not miss my father… and speak of the Devil.
Who is to come walking into the shop? But none other than poppa.
"Hey kiddo! Looking spiffy round here." He greets me like we're best friends, he is so fucking conceited that he can't even see that I loathe the very sight of him.
"Kiddo, dad? Seriously?"
"What? You're still my boy, aren't you?"
"You really don't want me to answer that." I replied stiffly, but before dear old daddy can take in the insult from his only son, Joe had to greet him like he was his long lost son. Pssh! Take him, I don't want him!
"Hi, Mr. Herondale!"
"Joey!" My father hugs the kid; it nearly made me vomit at the sight. "Been working out I see?"
"Yea, everyday after work." Joe put his hand on his chest and let it glide down to his abs. Even I wasn't so stuck up to make myself look like an idiot.
"Dad." I interrupted, they both looked at me as if just now noticing that I was in the room. "Why are you here?"
"Oh yes!" He walked away from Joey and came to me. "I came by to ask you if you would like to join me for dinner this evening."
I looked at him curiously; I knew what came with this. "Just you and me?"
He nodded furiously, "Yeah sure. I mean, I might bring a guest… later."
"Dad…" I stopped him. "I can't."
He gasped and bent his head back. "Why not this time, Jace?"
"Because I'm busy."
He laughed in my face, which didn't surprise nor bother me. I was use to his overly large ego that engulfed his brain. "With what?"
"Stuff, dad."
"What stuff?"
"Like go back up north to repair the roof on mom's house, dad!" He just stared at me, not saying a word. "Exactly, dad."
I heard the shop doorbell jingle, and suddenly Mark's voice rang through the shop.
"JACE, five o' clock appointment's here!"
"Sorry, dad I have to work."
I dodged passed him, and headed towards the front.
And there she was…. My five o' clock appointment.
0~o~0
"Okay, Jace is your artist… Jace?" The clerk looked towards none other than the Golden Bad Boy.
"Scout?" Jace let his little nickname for me roll off his tongue, it felt good to hear it. "What brings you to a tattoo shop?"
"I'm not quite sure, I thought I'd pick up some milk and bread. Maybe even a DVD or two."
"Still using DVD's, Scout? Don't you know it's Blu-Jay's now?"
"I don't-"
"Whoa-whoa-whoa!" The clerk interrupted us. Jerk. "You two know each other?" He gestured between us.
"I'm good friends with his sister." I answered for him.
Again he looked back and forth between us. I was really getting annoyed by this asshole.
"Ah. Nice." I rolled my eyes. Whatever.
0~o~0
Some time went by as I was lying on my side, as Jace's needle cut swiftly across my skin, up by my ribs. Yes, painful. I held my breath as the needle sliced my skin to place in the ink permanently. It wasn't a very small tat, so I knew it would take some time, not to mention money, but I had enough saved. I squeezed m eyes shut, and held my breath and tried my best to ignore the pain.
Think happy thoughts, Clary!
Think happy thoughts!
I felt his hand movie away, a wave of relief washed over me, even though I knew he was far from done. I was curious as to why he stopped and looked up to see him… kind of staring at me. Oh-kay.
"You okay?" He finally asked.
"Yeah…" I whispered. "Why?"
"You look like you are in a lot of pain." I rolled my eyes at him.
"Duh, it's a tattoo, and it's on my side, which happens to be where my ribs are, and-"
"Okay, I get it." He chuckled. "I just wanted to tell you that… there is an easier way to do this."
"Yeah? Like what?"
"Sit up."
I did as I was told… kind of slowly since my side was so sore. I watched him push himself away on his rolling chair, and pull a bag off his counter. He pulled out a bottle with a subscription on it, it made me a little alarmed, but I kept my cool as I watched him roll back over to me.
"I just got a tooth pulled last month." He sighed as he held up the bottle. "They gave me vicodin for the pain. Made me sleep like a baby. I still got a lot left." He looked up and saw my alarmed face, which I tried so hard to hide. Apparently it wasn't working.
"You don't have to take it, it was just a suggestion… sorry." He put it down and looked away.
"Oh no! I can use some, it's okay!" I said, and put my hand out.
"Are you sure?" He had popped open the bottle, and took out one. I nodded and took it from him. Thank God we were in the back room, because I am sure Jace would've been fired for this, and even though I shouldn't trust some guy I barely knew, I had a good feeling about him.
Within five minutes I was snoring, at least I think I was. I was- as Bad Boy put it- sleeping like a baby. As I slept I didn't even dream, it was just blissfulness of sleep. Like I was on an endless cloud, and floated comfortably, and aimlessly into heaven. I must admit, I love vicodin. Another instant when I took one, I had the most terrible migraine, and the only thing Luke had was a vicodin, I was in so much pain, therefore desperate.
I took one and fell asleep in my bedroom listening to The Beatles, it was probably the most peaceful sleep I ever had. Not even this sleep was as peaceful as that. Perhaps it was because I was listening to The Beatles, their music is like lullabies. It'll rock anyone to sleep.
"Scout."
A voice drifted sweetly through the darkness of my sleepy world. Was it an Angel? Was it God? I know I wasn't dead, but this sleep felt so good, that I might as well have a clear straight through connection with heaven.
"Scout."
Wait, why would God call me Scout? That's kind of funny.
"Scout."
My eyes slowly opened, and there in front of me was in fact an Angel. My Golden Bad Boy. I smiled at him, and he returned it.
It took me a moment to realize that his hand was stroking my hair, it felt so nice. I didn't want him to stop. It was like a small massage or a tickle, and I wanted him to stroke more.
"Don't stop." I whispered to him, but he stopped. Why? I looked back at him to see an odd expression on his face. He was looking as if he was strained. Like he was holding back. Why?
"What's wrong? Are you alright?" He was silent for what felt like forever, but really it was only for a second. He smiled and shook his head slowly.
"Nothing, I'm fine…. You're done."
"What?" I sat up and looked down at my tat. It was beautiful, some of the best art I've seen, Jace was incredibly talented with his hands. I'm sure he's good at other things as well. "I stayed perfectly still for you?" I asked turning to look at him again. He was still smiling as he stood up from his stool and began putting things away and wiping things down.
"You were getting one of the most sensitive spots done on your body. You're ribcage is painful when you put tats there. You would've been in agony if it weren't for the vicodin." He turned around and lifted his shirt; Oh My- He should not have done that. I'm already having wet dreams about him; this is only going to make it worse.
When he lifted his shirt, I saw a design in the more frontal area of his ribcage; it was some kind of abstract design. Totally him. At least from what I can tell.
"See?" He looked up and smiled again. PLEASE stop doing that! He lowered his shirt, and said. "Vicodin works like a charm." He leaned back on the counter, with his legs crossed at the ankles. Everything he did was mesmerizing. "All you need now is color. The rest is absolutely finished."
I smiled, and thanked him. I got quiet for a second, and realized something else… silence.
"Jace?"
"Yeah?"
"Why is it so quiet out there?"
"We're closed." He said while putting some stuff in the toxic bags.
"You mean, you stayed here late just to finish my tattoo?" That was insane.
"uh-huh."
"You're crazy." I stood up from the chair, just when I was going to put my shirt down, Jace turned around with gloves on again, and some cream in one hand. Without warning he rubbed it on my tatt, it was cold and made me jump. This made him smirk.
"Sorry."
"You're okay." I said while looking into his eyes. They were beautiful! They were gold, I know if Jon or Simon were here they would correct me and say they are called Amber, but gold sounds better, and besides I have never seen eyes like Jace's before. They deserved the 'Gold' title.
"Make sure you use this every day for about five days, then use-"
"Yeah, blah blah blah. I know! I have five tattoos! I know how to take care of them!"
He put his hands up in defense. "Whoa whoa whoa, Kitten. I was just doing my job."
"Oh!" I smirked. "So now it's Kitten?"
"Yeah, seems suitable for you." He smirked
"Um, no!" I shook my head. His smile dropped.
"No?"
"No! I hate cats!" His smile returned.
"Okay, alright. I apologize. You are absolutely right. You are no kitten."
"Thank you." I said it as if I made victory. HA ha. I win! "Jace? What time is it?"
"It's uh." He looked down at his watch. "Ten."
"Oh my God, Jace! Why would you stay here just for me?" I said pulling my shirt down gently over my side.
"Because it was considerate." He answered as if I was a teacher asking him a question on a quiz.
"No it was nuts, but thank you for your consideration, but you know what would make you more considerate?" He looked at me curiously. "Next time find out if I want the tattoo finished today, because I don't have a car, and now I have to call a taxi to get home. The busses are done running now."
The look on his face made me feel guilty. I made him feel bad. I assumed that he was going to get pissed at my sudden mood swing, but there's nothing I hate more than not having a way home.
"I can give you a ride."
"I need- what?" I was thrown off my feet for a moment
"I said I could give you a ride."
"I-uh… okay." I was a bit stunted for words. Last time we spoke, he said that it would be wise if we didn't talk to each other, now he was being all nice. But whatever this beat paying quite a bit of money to get home.
"Okay, just let me finish closing up, and we'll go." He said, while throwing out the last bit of napkins he had from whipping the excess ink. "Go out by the register, and I'll ring you up in a bit.
I didn't wait long; he came out, and took my card, swiped it, and gave me a receipt with the tip information on it. My mouth dropped at the price… 110 dollars? No way, this tatt was at least a 200-dollar tatt. But I shrugged it off; I sighed the receipt and was about to tip him when he took the receipt from my hand.
"Hey!"
"You don't need to tip me." He said while putting the receipt in the register.
"Uh… yes I do! You did a huge tattoo, used a lot of ink, and stayed way past closing to finish it for me. Not to mention the vicodin-"
"Don't go around announcing that, what I did was kind of against the law." He said
"Not the point!" I nearly shouted at him. "I owe you!"
"You owe me nothing." He rolled his eyes at me. "Any friend of my sister's is a friend of mine." He looked down as he finished counting his drawer, a frown on his face.
Whoa, I see what is going on. He thinks I only came here because he worked here. He thinks Izzy sent me here for a cheap tatt.
"Whoa dude!" I said while rubbing my temple, he was starting to give me a migraine. Great, another vicodin is in order; I'll owe him even more. He looked up at me, there was alarm in his eyes, I wasn't sure why.
"What's wrong are you feeling alright?" He asked me.
"Yeah, fine. You're just giving me a headache." I smiled sarcastically.
"Is this anyway to treat someone who gave you a discount on your fucking 200 dollar tattoo, gave you something to relax and who is going to drive you home, which by the way is not exactly on the way to where I'm going?" He suddenly snapped at me. Good! That's more like it!
"Oh, so you're basically only doing all of this to throw it back at me?" I decided to throw shit back at him. Just to make the situation worse. To be honest I don't know why I'm like that.
"What! No!" He shook his head swiftly.
"Fine whatever, I'd rather walk then deal with you!" I stormed out of the shop and started walking down the street. I heard jogging footsteps behind me. I ignored them… or him. Because it was obvious who it was, but he annoyed me.
"Clary! Wait!"
I huffed like a child and turned around to face him.
"What! I already told you, I want to walk!"
"I know! But you forgot your debit card!" He waved it in front of me while smirking like the bastard he was.
Why did I ever want to get into his pants again?
I know I know I know I know. I'm sorry I'm sorry I'M SORRY! It's been so long since my last update. I seriously came to a block with ALL of my stories forever! Like with this one. I rewrote this chapter like bajillion times. I wasn't sure whether or not to detail Clary's many game victims, or to skip through them all. BUT I didn't want to rush her and Jace either. It's kind of funny, how to everyone else who writes in the world Fillers for a story are the easiest to write, not for me. I have so much issues with the small stuff in between. I have a whole plot planned out, and yet nothing in between the lines. lol. so for the smaller chapters with nothing going on, it takes me forever to get those right. I don't know if I would consider this chapter a Filler anymore, because once I started writing, I couldn't stop. lol. I was like. "Oh yes, how about this... and this... ohhhh and this!" lol So again I am so sorry for the delay. I was stuck, and it felt like I could never come out of it.
3 QUESTIONS:
1) I want full imput, do you think I should've put more detail about some of the guys Clary screws, or is this fine? (Hence why I am gonna focus on one of them, but still I want opinions)
2) How did Jace know her name? hahaha
3) Who do you think Clary's 'Bluejay' was?
