Clary's POV
I woke up to the sound of knocking. I flinched, my head was throbbing and the pounding on the door sounded like the drummer in a marching band using my head for practice. I felt terrible. There was no way I was going to get up. I tried to remember the night before. There were pieces here and there, but lots of blanks. Another knock and I heard the door creak open. I opened my eyes and winced, it was too bright, midday probably. I squeezed my eyes shut and threw the covers over my head. Oh God it was hot. I felt like I was going to suffocate under the blankets. I heard a chuckle. Ugh, go away, just go away. I knew I was not in my room, but I really didn't get a good view of where I was. Yuck, my mouth tasted sour and pasty. I vaguely remembered throwing up. Yes I defiantly threw-up more than once last night. I heard footsteps approaching the bed. I heard the sound of the curtains being closed. Ok, one good thing.
"Rise and shine sleepy head." Another chuckle. Oh, but I know that cocky voice.
"Go away Jace. I don't remember saying you could come in." I snapped.
"Funny thing. I don't need permission seeing you're in my room." Crap. I grimaced. I felt the bed move and pulled the blankets down enough to see, but still covering my mouth. Jace was sitting next to me on the bed looking down at me with an amused smile on his face. I shot him a quick glare and glanced around. A light glow emanated from the window, but it was tolerable not too bright. Jace reached out and grabbed the blanket pulling gently, but I held on tight.
"Wake up on the wrong side of my bed? You look crazy." Jace teased. I rolled my eyes.
"What do you want?" Jace chuckled again and shook his head.
"You look really hot right now." His voice was dripping with sarcasm. I scowled.
"You're such an ass." My eyes felt scratchy. God I was crying last night. I remember balling. I probably have mascara all over.
"You can't sleep all day. It's past one. Get up."
"No. Go away." I threw the blankets back over my head.
"Get up. We're going out."
"Oh bless my stars. Jace Wayland wants to spend time with little ol me. Catch me before I faint." I said sweetly in a sarcastic southern bell accent. I felt the tug too late and the blankets were pulled from my body to my feet. I glowered at him. He just kept looking with that amused smirk.
"God those raccoon eyes are something else." I grimaced and squeezed my eyes shut throwing my hands over my face. Maybe he'll disappear. Jace chuckled again. I felt a very gentle sensation from my elbow towards my underarm. I let out a pealing laugh and threw my arms down hard towards the bed glaring in the direction of the culprit, as Jace pulled his hand away. His eyes twinkled mischievously and he raised his eyebrows.
"Ticklish are we?" There was a knock on the door and Jace rolled his eyes. He leaned in and whispered.
"As nice of a view as this is; you should probably cover up." Jace lazily looked over my body. I shot straight up, grabbed the blankets and threw them up to my shoulders. God, why was I only wearing that white push-up bra and white lace thong?
"Suddenly shy?" Jace snickered. I felt all the heat rush to my face. I cast Jace a deadly glare. I swatted my hand out towards his face, but he dodged out of the way with a laugh.
"Hmm. I didn't take you for a lace thong kind of girl." I deepened my glare. Another knock and Jace sauntered over to the door and opened it slightly. I heard a quiet exchange and then Simon's voice.
"Fray can I come in?"
"No. Go away Simon." I shouted curtly. Jace laughed.
"Yeah she's been a ray of sunshine since she woke up." Jace glanced at me over his shoulder and I shot another dagger glare in his direction. Another quiet exchange and Jace shut and locked the door before returning to sit on the bed next to me.
"What did he want?" I spat coldly.
"Somebody comes by about every hour to check on you, or probably us; usually Simon or Izzy, but sometimes Alec or Maia. They want to make sure you're alright, or maybe they just don't trust me." Jace shook his head slightly his face unreadable.
"Speaking of which, where are my clothes?"
"I can't take credit for that. They're in the garbage." Jace gestured to the waste bin.
"Why?" I snapped. Another chuckle. I wished he'd stop doing that.
"Having a little trouble remembering last night?" I wanted to smack that smirk off his perky face.
"There are a few...missing pieces." Jace let out with a loud half laugh half cough.
"Just a few? Well after you threw-up the last time on your dress and my shoes when I was helping you up from the couch. You decided the dress had to come off." Jace had a huge smug smirk on his face and was suppressing laughing but his whole body shook the bed.
"What?" I asked embarrassed and insulted. I sort of remembered throwing up on his shoes.
"I'm just imagining how funny you looked hopping up and down trying to pull that dress over your head, screaming you were stuck and yelling at me to go get the seizers to cut it off you and burn it. Even I know you need to unzip a dress before you try to pull it over your head." My cheeks flushed again.
"You cut off my dress?" I shot him a shocked look.
"Technically Maia cut off your dress, while Izzy made sure none of your hair was cut off in the process. I just tried to hold you still so they wouldn't cut you. You wouldn't stop wiggling and giggling all over the place." I could only imagine the color of my face. I was so embarrassed.
"Why you? Why not Alec or Magnus or Simon or-" Jace's face fell slightly.
"Or anyone else. Is that where you were going with that? Little hurt Clary, but, why me, because you asked. You were rather insistent. You specifically yelled at everybody else. You hit Aline, scratched Alec and kicked Magnus. Though seeing as you couldn't see I'm not sure how much of that was intentional. Jordan and Simon weren't in here, though Simon did offer his assistance, I didn't let him in. I had to beg you to let Izzy and Maia help." I diverted my eyes. Oh God. I remembered throwing a temper tantrum.
"I refused to leave your room that's why I'm here."
"Refused is a bit of an understatement." I glanced back at him and he had a big smirk on his face.
"There was screaming, yelling, jumping up and down, tears, lots of tears. It was quite a show." My cheeks felt like they were on fire.
"All that just to stay in your room?"
"Yes…well…all that to sleep in my bed actually." I looked away biting my bottom lip. There was a long silence. I started twirling a strand of my hair.
"Did we? Um...did we do anything?" I asked timidly. Jace took my chin in his hand gently and turned my face toward his. I grabbed the blanket with both hands and shrank back slightly. I would have pulled away completely, but I couldn't, my body involuntarily responded to Jace's touch. His eyes looked so mesmerizing, he was looking at me in a way he rarely looked at me, very sweet, sincere, and full of warmth. He brushed the strand of hair I had been twirling behind my ear.
"No. We didn't do anything." He said softly and gazed into my eyes. I was sure my face was turning brick red by now. He was slightly shaking his head.
"You were drunk… and drugged…I couldn't…not like that." His eyes looked so gentle I couldn't look away. I could feel my heart beating rapidly. Why was he acting so nice? My eyes searched his face. Stray rays of sunlight were sneaking around the curtain behind him bouncing off his golden curls like a halo, his amber eyes looked so affectionate, his soft lips curled into a tender smile; my revere was broken, I noticed a dark shadow on his jaw. A bruise. I subconsciously reached my hand out and touched his face with my fingertips.
"What happened to you?" His eyes looked amused. He smoothly dropped my chin and seized my hand from his face. The feeling of his warm hand holding mine in his lap was calming.
"I was in a little fight." He stated hesitantly. I gasped faintly.
"Did I fight you?" Jace burst out laughing.
"Not that you didn't verbally abuse me throughout the night, but you never tried to hit me. This-" he gestured to his chin with his free hand.
"-is curtsey of Sebastian." I felt the tension through his hand. I slightly remembered the fight. Everybody was there, Alec was holding me, and Sebastian and Jace were throwing punches.
"This was about me." I spoke in a small voice. I wished I remembered better, it was hazy pictures but no words.
"No. This was about Sebastian being an asshole."
"Is Sebastian alright?" I absentmindedly asked. Jace looked irritated, he released my hand and stood.
"He'll survive. Now get up. You owe me." The tenderness had left his voice. I clutched at the blanket in front of me.
"For what?" I spat back indignantly and looked up at him. He was pulling clothes out of his drawers.
"Let me see. Vomiting on my shoes and my pants. The car and my bed."
"I threw-up in your car and in your bed?" I asked flabbergasted.
"Technically you threw-up on my car in the driveway. Remember we walked last night? You didn't throw up in my bed either, but seeing as you're making a habit out of sleeping in here, I should get something out of this."
"A habit?" I asked snappily.
"Yes. A habit. You slept in my bed twice in the last 24 hours causing me to find alternative sleeping arrangements." I looked down. I could only imagine what alternative sleeping arrangements he had made. Poor baby. No wonder he seemed to be in a good mood.
"Alternative sleeping arrangements? Hmm, I see. Well you don't look too put out, so maybe I'll just keep sleeping here and you can sleep with her." I nearly whispered the last part as I flung my head back towards the pillow and threw the blankets back over me. I heard Jace laughing.
"Heeer?" He stretched out the word so sarcastically like a question.
"I slept in Alec's room yesterday and in this chair last night." I heard him tap something, I assumed the chair.
"Might I add that I slept in the chair because you refused to let me leave the room? You can be awfully stubborn, so there really was no reasoning with you. By the way, in case you were concerned, neither one were that comfy. So when you feel compelled to climb in my bed again, you sure as hell better expect company. Now get your ass up, before I make you." I let out an animalistic growl. I learned this from Maia, she does this angry growl at Jordan sometimes when she's pissed.
"You wouldn't dare." I tried to sound as pissed off as part of me felt, but the other part of me was still thinking of how tender and affectionately Jace looked at me just minutes ago and how thrilled I was that he was not in somebody else's bed, he slept in a chair next to me last night. I found myself smiling under the covers.
"One." Jace spoke in a stern voice. I tensed.
"Two." I heard noises, the door I thought. Footsteps fading down the hallway. I waited. Nothing. My God maybe he left. I relaxed slightly.
"ALL BARK AND NO BITE!" I shouted.
"Three." Quicker than I could react, Jace picked me up bridal style, blankets and all. I pulled down the blankets enough to see the mischievous look on his face. The door to his room was wide open and he walked right for it. I started struggling to get out of his grasp, but it was impossible with the blankets bundled around me.
"What are you doing?" I hissed loudly. Magnus opened Alec's door a crack and shut it with a laugh. Jace kept walking with that stupid smirk on his face.
"PUT ME DOWN!" I yelled. Simon and Maia popped their heads out of the living room into the hall and quickly disappeared again. Cowards. Jace carried me to the bathroom; where the door was wide open, as was the shower door. I couldn't help thinking how strong he was, but quickly refocused on the situation at hand. He dumped me into the shower. I shot him a killer glare. At least I was standing. I held the blankets tight to my body.
"Now get ready. We're leaving in a half hour." He laughed and spun on the shower. Cold water shot out at me. I screamed a blood curdling scream. I dropped the blankets and lunged to turn off the water. Jace grabbed the now damp blankets laughing hysterically.
"Bastard. You'll pay for this!" I spat out venomously with my arms wrapped around my freezing body and cold water dripping from my hair. Shaking his head Jace jerked the shower curtain closed.
"URRRR!" I screeched. He laughed.
"Half hour Clary." He shouted back right before he closed the bathroom door.
Clary's POV
I only had a towel wrapped around me so I peeked out of the bathroom door before heading down the hall. There at my feet staked out on the floor reading a book was Jace.
"You're turning into a creepy stalker." I glared at him through the crack. He laughed standing up and dusting off his back side.
"No. That would suggest the attention is unwanted." Jace responded very cocky. I rolled my eyes.
"You're so humble." I shot back sarcastically.
"And a gentleman." He stated formally with a slight bow and one hand behind his back, holding a hand out in front of him with folded clothes and a small bag of makeup and accessories. He raised his head.
"Izzy picked them out." Jace's voice held a hint of remorse. I took the clothes reluctantly and mumbled 'thanks' before shutting the door. Great. Just the type of thing Izzy would pick out. I put on the blue push-up bra and lacy thong set shaking my head and cursing Izzy. Jace had been sitting in the hall holding these, I was sure he looked through the clothes. I pulled on the short white cut-off denim shorts and slipped on the light blue lace-hem satin camisole top. The top was almost the same color as the bra, and the straps, though obviously showing, didn't look bad. I threw my damp hair up in a messy bun letting several strands spiral down my neck. I put on a touch of mascara and eye shadow, and a hint of lip gloss. I ignored the rest of the makeup. I put on the small blue stud earrings and appraised myself. I looked pretty cute. I opened the door to a pair of white wedge slip on sandals in front of me, but noticed slightly disappointedly that Jace was gone. I slipped on the sandals and walked back into mine and Izzy's room.
