Clary's pov

The rest of the week flew by. Soon I was in art class on Friday. Art class was my sole escape from social contact. Having befriended the lightwoods and others I got special treatments from most students. I was greeted in hallways and flirted with in most classes. I can't believe I'm actually complaining about this. I don't know most of these people and it's confusing. I'm not saying I don't enjoy the jealous looks I get when I spend time with jace nor when I get checked out by a very good looking football player. I never liked fake people. I needed a break.

Thank god for Isabelle. She has saved my life during multiple occasions and I'll be eternally grateful. Once this guy was starting too get way too physical and she punched him. Can you believe it? With her six-inch heels and leather jacket she looked like a total badass. The more time I got to spend with her the more I found myself enjoying her company. I found out she was into the same music as me and we both had an addiction to Sherlock. I had once asked her if she and jace ever were a thing and she laughed for at least half an hour. Turned out jace was their adoptive brother and she'd never see him in that way. Weirdly, I felt relieved and started asking more and more questions about the blond god and eventually got very curious about their band.

I had also befriended the fabulous magnus bane and gamer boy Simon, who, eventually joined uus for lunch a few times. I often caught him staring at Isabelle as if she was this magical creature. I decided to keep that anecdote to myself.

The assignment was to draw our own version of the mythical or supernatural. I was thinking of representing the forces of good and evil. On one side a demonic dark prince, with deep dark voids as eyes was already formed on paper. But I had trouble imagining the glorious angel. I had trouble with it. I couldn't get its sharp features and no matter how hard I tried it look cold and merciless. My mind searched and searched for the solution. Suddenly these playful golden eyes wondering into my mind and my instincts took over. I drew his defined abs, slightly covered by a toga, his strong arms I longed to be held in. by now my brush danced along the canvas, forming his defined jaw and sharp cheekbones, adding different shades of amber and gold flowing through his eyes and drew every strand of fine golden curls. I ended the drawing with a pair of glorious wings. I stared at it for a while, not sure what to do and gave it in right before the bell rang.

Two hours later I was at the mall with jace Magnus and Isabelle. How did I end up here? Well that's a funny story really.

After arts I went to my locker and saw izzy and Magnus leaning against it. She had decided to drag me to the mall so I could get a new outfit for the party, which was as she reminded me in my honor. Mags muttered something about glitter eye shadow and we were off to izzy's mustang. Thank god she had given me a ride this morning otherwise I had to leave my baby at school for the weekend. As we got in a wild jace appeared claiming he had to buy something and refused to tell us. He sat down next to me in the backseat and we were off.

We got into the first clothing store. It had really stuff and after I had picked out some cute items, izzy waddled over with a pile of very short dresses. She handed them to me, ordering me to try them on. The first was a small midnight blue dress with a very low cleavage. This would look great on her but it wasn't meant for short people. I quickly pulled it off. I tried on a few more dresses I won't even mention. I'm still recovering from the tube top looking one. I gave up and tried on a few tops and a skirt, happy I put them on my buying pile. In a better mood I turned to the last dress. It was emerald green, with a sexy bustier top and flowly bottom. It fitted perfectly, it showed the right amount of cleavage and it gave me these never seen before curves. I felt strong and powerful. I walked out and saw Isabelle and jace standing outside discussing something, she was holding a few items over her arm, jace however wasn't holding anything. When he met my gaze I saw him gulp and I felt my cheeks flush. His lips formed the word wow and I knew for sure this was my dress.

Now that we were done with the clothes section, we decided to take a small break and get some fries and sodas at the food court.

"So," izzy began waving a fry in the air, " what's next?"

"I'm straight out of glitter," Magnus was interrupted by jace who let out a chorus of omg and call 911's, " as I was saying I need to go to Sephora, izzy you wanna come with?"

" duhhh I'm always a slut for sparkles!" she almost jumped out of her seat. " Before I forget I need new heels too"

" No offence but don't you have enough already" jace stated annoyed.

" I guess you're not coming" she looked over at me. " Clary, how about you?"

" Now that we are here I wanted to check out the book section and just walk around" I said carefully knowing nothing came in between Izzy and her heels. " But I do need new heels though"

" How about clary and I go to the bookshop while you and Magnus go to that Sephora thing and we'll see at the shoe shop?" he looked puzzled and insecurely, "if that's okay with you of course" he added quickly.

" Sounds great" I rewarded him with a smile and he relaxed immediately.

Isabelle grinned at us, as if knowing something we didn't and stated,

" That's a plan then!"

Jace's pov

We had been walking around for a while now. I was very well aware of how close I was to that little redhead that my hearth jumps. She had been driving me crazy from the first time I laid my eyes on her, it now was impossible for me not to think about her sweet lips and how they would feel pressed on mine. I wanted to hold her till she falls asleep and see how well she would fit against me, yet at the same time I wanted too much more than cuddling. Seeing in that green dress pushed me over the edge. I wasn't able to control my feelings and I felt like I would combust right there. I needed her bad. So badly. I will win her love even if it's the last thing I'll do. I stared at her fiery hair dancing around in the wind as she walked. It was so beautiful and yet so dangerous. I needed to get a grip. I repeated in my head the thing I had taught myself when I almost died of grief when my parents died; to love is to destroy. To love is to destroy. To love is to destroy.

I was so caught up in my thoughts when I noticed I had passed the bookstore. I grabbed her wrist, sending sparks up my arm, and directed her inside. It wasn't a big library but it was enough. There was a big young adult section and clary practically ran to it. She began scanning the books in utter concentration letting me admire her beauty. Today she was wearing a high wasted skirt and a cropped t-shirt. Her gorgeous legs, sharp features and perfect curves shown off. She looked like a goddess. Eternally beautiful. She snapped up, holding a book and smiling her head off.

" Finally" she whispered.

" What do you have there?" I felt curious.

" Oh it's nothing really" she looked embaraced. Why would she ever be? "It's just a book I was waiting to come out."

" Show me" a new book? Sweet.

She handed me the book and after reading the title I hugged her, feeling so happy.

" Thank you red" she looked very confused, "I've being looking for that everywhere it was sold out pretty much everywhere!"

She chuckled and smiled. Showing off her gorgeous smile.

We spend the next hour discussing books and TV shows. I found out she was a die-hard harry potter, Percy Jackson, divergent, lorien legacies, Sherlock, supernatural and American horror story fan. Sadly I was unable to list all her book favorites here but I remembered all of them. She was so passionate about it and I loved it. We left the bookstore with a bag full of recommendations each.

By the time we had reached the shoe store I was giving her a piggy bag ride. Rewarding me with a raised eyebrow from Isabelle. I was vaguely aware that izzy was trying on a million pair of shoes behind me but I could only focus on clary that tried on a sexier pair after another. She decided on a pair and we left for the lightwood mansion.

During the car ride home clary had her head on my shoulder. My mind kept on racing to that dress and those shoes and I realized that my cock might not make the night.