Ew. School.

And that my friend, is why I suck at updating.

I actually have a science project worth, oh I don't know, maybe around 30-35% of my grade that needs to be done, but who cares about grades anymore?

Haha. I'm so screwed.

Anyways, I just wanted to address a review. They posted as a guest, so I couldn't do it privately. They said I was moving the story way too fast, and they wanted Clary and Jace to hate each other a little bit longer. First of all, I totally understand what you're thinking. Honestly, I really do suck at timing. I'm not good at drawing things out, so everything tends to move quicker in my stories. It is something I'm trying to work out, considering im still relatively new at writing. I don't intend for this story to have 40 chapters, it probably won't have more than 20. I'm sorry if I disappointed anybody, but when the plot really starts to unfold, its important Jace and Clary have a stable relationship. So sorry if there relationship is moving too fast for you, but I think my story is pretty good and I'm not going to change it again.

And about the hating, I'm sorry if I made it too dramatic. I didn't mean to emphasize the hate so much, just the fact they aren't each others favorite people ever. Also, this story is going to be just kissing and stuff. I plan for a lot of drama and angst, but for now their relationship is my mains focus. Sorry guys if you don't like it, but I'm continuing this just how it is.

LEGGO


I can practically feel my legs turning to jello.

"Isabelle, can we please go home now? I don't need 15 dresses." She continues to ignore me, flipping through several racks of dresses that probably cost more than my laptop. She had already picked out several dresses for me, and I winced every time I swiped my card. I was probably racking up a bill taller than me.

"Nonsense. Considering paparazzi are probably going to be following you for a while now, I have made it my personal responsibility to make sure you're not caught dead wearing the same outfit in a magazine."

I sit down on a hard backed chair that was probably going to bruise my butt. "And it's my responsibility to make sure I don't drive my family into bankruptcy." I retort, setting the several thousand bags I was carrying on mine and Isabelle's behalf as she looked for more clothes for me. She pauses momentarily, raising a perfectly threaded eyebrow at me.

"Aren't you about to become engaged to Jace or something? I'm pretty sure he's done enough movies to pay for a couple of dresses. Plus, he's the one who gets to look at you in them." She smirks and turns back to the racks, adding another dress to the growing pile for me to try on. I sigh and settle as much as I can into the chair. Lord, have these shop owners ever heard of seat cushions?

"I don't need him to pay my way through life Isabelle. I can mange just fine on my own." I say stubbornly. She sighs and stops rummaging through the racks, and walks over to me.

"Clary, sweetheart. I'm all about being independent; lord knows how many possessive asses of boyfriends I've kicked. But I know Jace, and he'd happily pay for your chapstick if you asked him to protect his precious ego." She leaned forward and placed a hand on my shoulder. "So take my advice and have a little bit of fun for once!" she finished off her mini lecture and when back to the clothes, re-immersing into her shopping induced bliss. I sigh and roll my eyes at her theatrics. If she wasn't a fashion designer, she certainly could've become an actress right alongside Jace.

"Yeah whatever, but in case you haven't noticed, it's only been a week. I'm not about to go steal his card and go for a joyride in the mall." Isabelle rolls her eyes and shoves the pile of clothing at me.

"Fine, do what you will. After you try these on." I stick my tongue out at her –im so mature- and head into the black curtained changing room. I wrinkle my nose at the clothes she's picked out. If anything, these were the opposite of what I would normally wear. I sigh and start to try them on, heading out to see Isabelle after each one. She shook her head at some, considered some, and rejected some before I could properly step out of the dressing room. Finally, I step out in the last piece. Her eyes immediately light up and she gives me a thumbs up. I look down at the dress uncertainly.

"Are you sure Izzy?"

"Dead sure. Now go change." I sigh in defeat at seeing the determined glint in her eye, and go to change back into my jeans and black jumper. Coming out the room with the dress in hand, I search the piece of cloth for a price tag. I almost drop it when I find it.

"Isabelle, there's no way I can afford this." I squeak. She rolls her eyes and starts to pick up the bags.

"Don't worry; think of it as my wedding gift to you."

"Isabelle, no"- she cuts me off with an impatient wave of her hand.

"Stop worrying Clary, its fine. Now come on, I want to grab a coffee from that café next door before the lunchtime rush comes through." I sigh in defeat and let her buy the dress for me. I may not have known her for long, but she seems like the type of person who a tornado couldn't stop if their mind was set on something.

We exit the store and Isabelle gets her coffee. I wait for her outside, needing a breath of fresh air after being surrounded by silk and taffeta for a good two hours. I sit down at an umbrella covered chair, surveying the city. Everybody was hurrying along, lost in their own little worlds. Cabs rushed by, honking their horns and shouting at each other, cigars hanging out of their mouths. Everything was so loud, but comforting at the same time. It allowed a person to get lost in their own world, allowing a few moments of blissful oblivion.

I close my eyes momentarily, letting the cold winter sun rays shine down. Soon enough the days would start to get colder until it started to snow. I open my eyes again, conscious that I have probably about a thousand dollars worth of clothes on my arm.

Then I feel it. The same chill from last week when I had gone shopping for the house. I whip my head around, looking for something, anything. But there was nothing there. No body seemed to watching me in particular, all wrapped up in their own thoughts. But I still felt it. That feeling in my spine that there was something watching me.

But where were they? I narrow my eyes and peer into a dark alley a little ways ahead of me. There was nothing there. Oh lord, I must be going crazy. I sigh and settle back, trying to ignore the persistent chill. Maybe I should've bought a jacket instead of a million dresses.

"Lets go before we get robbed Clary." Isabelle emerges from the store, holding two cups of coffee. She hands me one wordlessly, and I smile my thanks. Grabbing the cup and the bags, we set off to where her car is parked a street away, a low silver compact. We put away the bags and she takes off, driving like a maniac.

10 minutes and six panic attacks later, we pull into the parking garage of the building. Grabbing the bags quickly, we head up, Isabelle babbling about some event coming up. I tuned her out like the amazing friend I am.

We step inside the penthouse to find Magnus blowing up at Jace. He's sprawled carelessly over the loveseat, looking up at Magnus in amusement. Magnus, on the other hand, strongly resembled a glitter tornado. He was pacing back and forth, waving his arms around his red spiked hair. Could he look more like an anime character?

Jace turns his head at the sound of Isabelle's heels, and his eyes lock with mine. I swallow lightly and, with an effort, turn away from his intense gaze. It's been like that ever since we kissed after Simon had left. After that little… episode… he had simply walked away, and we hadn't really talked much. It was just the occasionally 'bless you' or 'pass the salt' and nothing more. Although, he had been smirking a hell of a lot more lately. I could feel the tension in between us, and it was about to snap. And I wanted nothing more than for it to snap.

I clear my throat lightly, trying to snap myself out of that train of thought. Another time, Clary.

"Hey Magnus!" I say cheerfully. He turns towards me, fuming. I start to shrink back. Okay, maybe not the best time to be cheerful.

"Are you and Jace aware you have done zero publicity?! How are people supposed to know you two are dating! There's a reason you guys aren't marrying right away! We were going to let the public get used to the idea of you two together, but how can they if they never see you?!"

Okay, angry Magnus is scary Magnus. I really hope he doesn't take off one of those gel hair spikes and stabs me with it. I let down the bags and hold my hands up in a gesture of surrender.

"Okay, so what's your plan of action?" I ask slowly, as if I was talking to a child. He relaxes minutely, letting go of the fists he'd formed his hands into.

"You two, tonight, are going on a date. And I'll tip off the paparazzi so they know about it, and by tomorrow morning everybody will know for sure." He says firmly. I swallow and nod, flicking my gaze to Jace. He's smirking lightly, and I feel my stomach curl in anticipation.

"Where are we going?" I ask nonchalantly. Magnus raises an eyebrow and turns towards Jace, who seems to be contemplating that exact same thing. He turns towards Izzy.

"How about that little Italian place on 3rd?" he asks. Isabelle's eyes widen and she nods firmly.

"Yes, definitely. We just bought a dress that will be perfect! She spins on me. "Remember the one shouldered one?" I widen my eyes in protest. No way was she going to make me wear that.

"Isabelle, I'm pretty sure that dress isn't really appropriate for dinner." I hiss. She rolls her eyes and smiles mischievously.

"Trust me; it will be fine for tonight. Come on, I'll help you put all this away and show you what shoes to wear." Joy.

Pick up the bags and follow her into the room, aware of Jace's growing smirk each passing second. What does he have planned for tonight?

~o.O.o~

God, could this dress be tighter?

Okay, it's stretchy and actually pretty comfortable, but I was looking for anyway to get out of this.

I stare in the mirror at my reflection. It had taken several hours to blow dry my hair into perfect red curls that tumbled down my back and apply my eye makeup. Isabelle had shown me how to do the perfect smoky eyes, and I had actually pulled it off pretty well, accenting my emerald eyes extraordinarily well. My lips were blood red, contrasting beautifully with my glowing ivory skin. It was the only makeup I was wearing, besides a light powder, and I was afraid to rub my eyes.

And then the dress. It isn't really a dress, more like somebody had painted my skin in shiny black paint. It fits tightly over my torso and ends roughly mid thigh. One of my arms and shoulders were bare, and the other wrapped in a lace sleeve. It was easily one of the most scandalous things I have ever worn. My eyes focus on the extremely faint splotch on my bare shoulder. The hickey had faded over the past week, but you could still see its shadow. I grab my concealer and dab a generous amount on the mark, hiding it completely. Satisfied, I put it down and eye myself one last time.

I felt like I was about to go to a red carpet event, but Isabelle kept saying I would be totally normal. On my feet were simple velvet black pumps, and they were short enough for me to walk in but tall enough to make a noticeable difference. I grab my small clutch and head out the bedroom door before I lose my nerve and take it all off, jumping back into bed.

I walk into the entryway, were Jace was supposed to be waiting. He was leaning against the wall and fiddling with his phone. I stop momentarily and simply stare.

Jace was hot. But, Jace in a suit? Lord help my hormones.

It was simple, well fitting and pure black except for the shirt. It made his gold hair and skin stand out, and he was overall drool worthy. Yes, drool worthy. There goes my pride.

I swallow against my dry throat at the sight of him, and force my feet forward. After a couple of wobbly steps, he must've heard my heels. He looked up at me, and froze. He raises an eyebrow and his eyes slowly travel every inch of my body, warming the blood under my skin. His molten eyes slowly make there way back up to mine, locking me in his molten gaze. When he speaks, his voice is as soft as a cat's fur.

"Isabelle has good taste." He says slowly, never breaking his gaze. I swallow again and nod, very slowly. We stay like that for a moment, simply drinking each other in. he breaks the tension, clearing his throat and nodding towards the elevator. I stop my incessant staring and walk towards him, my heels the only noise in the room. He presses the button and the elevator opens up after a moment, taking us down to the main one.

We switch elevators and begin the long trek down. About halfway down we pick up 4 more people, and one of them is a fairly attractive young man. He offers me a smile when he sees me, eyes quickly looking over me. It wasn't gross, and I found myself flattered. I blush lightly and offer him a small, friendly smile. I hear a low growl next to me and Jaces strong arm snakes around my waist, pulling my close to him. The man notices and his eyes widen fractionally when he takes in Jace, and he quickly turns away from us. I shake my head slightly, but allow Jace's arm to stay there for the remainder of the way down. We enter the garage and go back to his black car, getting in.

He pulls out of the garage and speeds into the street, entering the traffic flow of New York. It's mostly silent, but I notice his eyes flick to me every now and then. After the eighth time, I decide to question him.

"Is there a reason your staring at me?" I ask dryly. He doesn't act surprised or ashamed, only shrugs.

"I'm not used to you looking so damn sexy." I drop my jaw at that, but quickly shut my mouth before he can register my shock. Since when is he so blunt? He still notices, and chuckles lowly.

"Well I guess Isabelle has good taste after all." I murmur. He nods slightly.

"Remind me to thank her next time I see her." I nod and don't reply, turning my head out the window. Jace could hands down win the award for most surprising human being ever.

We finally arrive at the restaurant. This turned out to be a fancy looking place surrounded by palm trees and a red carpet leading up to double glass doors. I notice the people going in, all the rich snobby type. And I realize what Isabelle meant by that I wasn't dressed to slutty. The girls walking in, all on the arm of some rich guy in a suit, were dressed it bathing suits compared to what I was wearing. Well, expensive bathing suits, considering the Gucci and Prada symbol plastered over their clothes and bags. I almost felt over-dressed compared to these girls.

Jace locks the doors, the click resounding through the car. I raise my brows and give him a questioning look. His grip is tight on the steering wheel.

"There's a lot of paparazzi out there Clary, so do please for the love of god don't screw up." I roll my eyes and peer out the window, looking for the paparazzi. I couldn't see any.

"There's nobody out there though." I say. Jace snorts.

"They're out there, trust me. Now c'mon. And let me open your door, I don't want to look like an asshole in front of the entire world."

"But aren't you one?" I ask innocently. He rolls his eyes and gets out, walking over to my side. He opens my door and offers me his hand, and I take it and step as gracefully as I can out of the car.

Lights. That's all I could see.

They came down like a wave, from inconspicuous black vans, around the building, from trees, everywhere. Waving big cameras and microphones, they surrounded Jace and me as we stepped out of the car.

He grabbed my waist and pulled me next to him, battling forward. They threw themselves at us, trying to get the best shot of us. I'm terrified, feeling as if the crowd was slowly closing in on me, breaking like a wave over me. Jace keep pushing forward, ignoring the shots for poses and answers. We finally made it to the doorstep, where the confused footman hurriedly opened the door for us. We stepped into the small hallway that led into the restaurant. A fancily dressed waiter took our coats, his eyes widening fractionally when he took in my outfit. Jace notices, and his eyes narrow as he gives the waiter a warning glance. The young boy mutters something under his breath in an apologetic tone then rushes off.

"Must you scare everybody away?" I say, rolling my eyes.

"As long as they continue to stare at you like you're a piece of meat." He retorts. I scoff.

"They do not! They just think I'm pretty, not exactly a bad thing." I mutter the last part.

"Yeah. They also want to get into your pants. Or extremely short dress in this case." He rakes his eyes over my body quickly, and I feel my skin warm under his gaze.

"I knew Isabelle messed up." I curse under my breath. I look down, but I feel his arm snake around my waist, pulling me impossibly close. He lips came down next to my ear, his hot breath warming my skin.

"Trust me, I have never loved her more than I do right now." He whispers lowly. I shudder, and his finger slowly travels up my spine. We hear the click of the waiter's shoes on the mahogany flooring, and I pull away quickly. Jace lets me, but keeps one arm wrapped around my waist. A lazy grin is fixed on his face, and it grows when the waiter comes back. He blushes fiercely after viewing our position, and he quickly gestures us inside the restaurant.

Eerie, romantic music seeps out from hidden speakers, filling the dark-paneled restaurant. Mahogany wood makes up the floor and walls, making the place darker. Velvet covered tables were strewn through the room, along with candles of varying sizes. Large crystal teardrops hung from chandeliers, throwing around the minimal amount of light. It was dark and intimate, the perfect date for a classy couple.

He seats us at a corner table, sheltered away from everybody else. We sit down across from each other, handing us two menus in velvet books.

"Would you two like anything to drink?" he asks politely, avoiding both of our eyes. Jace doesn't even look at the menu.

"Just two glasses of your finest champagne." He says shortly. He nods and scurries away. I sigh and open the menu, scanning the food items. Nothing looked familiar at all. I squint at one of the appetizers dubiously.

"What the hell is escargot?" I ask incredulously. Jace glances up at me, amused.

"Snails, Clary." He says slowly. I wrinkle my nose. Ew.

"That's disgusting, haven't these people ever heard of a normal appetizer, like chicken wings?" I say. He rolls his eyes and mutters something under his breath. For the sake of my dignity, I decide not to ask.

We sit across from each other, silently eating our entrees. It had been a mostly silent dinner, just the occasional murmur from either on of us. Finally, I decide to speak up.

"Jace?" I ask tentavely. He pauses eating his pasta momentarily.

"Yes?" he continues to shovel food in his mouth.

I take a breath. "What are we?" I blurt.

He clears his throat, sitting up in his chair. "You see Clarissa, there are these things called human beings, and when a mommy human and a daddy human love each other very much"-

"Jace. You know what I mean"

"No I don't Clary. Why don't you educate me?"

I'm close to whacking him with the nearby candelabra. "I mean as in half the time I have no idea what's going on between us. We used to loathe the idea of marriage, and now we're kissing all the time. In a week. So what the hell is going on?"

It felt good to finally get that out. Jace sighs lowly and chews on a piece of penne pasta thoughtfully. He finishes chewing and finally answers me.

"I honestly don't know Clary. All I know is a couple of weeks ago you were an annoying redhead from my past, and now I feel to need to kiss you every time you get sarcastic. So yeah, I don't know Clary, maybe our parents actually knew what they were doing. I sure as hell didn't." he shrugs, a small smirk on his face. I blush slightly, stabbing a piece of my salmon.

"So what should we do about it?" I ask quietly.

He grins darkly, sending a wave of heat through me, and waves a pasta loaded fork in the air. "See whichever way the wind blows Clary."

o.O.o

"Have you gotten her yet?"

"No, we need to wait."

"I'm an impatient man."

"So am I, but I want her when she's ready."

"So what if she's ready!"

"Trust me, you will have her. Just wait."

He growls in frustration, tempted to put a fist through a wall. He couldn't wait any longer, seeing her slowly fall more in love with that golden boy. She was a fool. And she will love him. Even if he had to force her.


Hey, I'm baaaaack!

So as I mentioned I' blowing off so much homework right now to do, but writing is more important lol.

So yes, this story is a little faster paced and so is their relationship, so the next couple of chapters will be compiled of more of ClaryXJace scenes, aka plenty of steam ;) it's not for no reason, their relationship does need to develop for the next stage in the plot to move forward, so just expect Sizzy and Clace for a couple of chapters. So aka, you're welcome ;)

I love you all so much! Please review!

Keep reading…*MUAH!*- Madeline