Guys. If you are STRICTLY Clace, and don't want to read about Clonathan, I really won't be offended if you stop reading this story. I've warned you over, and over again. They're happening before the Clace will form. I normally won't spoil it like that, but Clonathan is a sensitive subject for everyone, so I'm telling you now. Again.

To Daire123: I would have replied privately, but your PM is disabled. Here's the thing: Just because Jon and Clary almost had sex does NOT mean that Jon is a bad guy. I don't think it's fair that you'd place all of the blame on Jon, when Clary wasn't trying to stop him, and if she had, he wouldn't have taken it further. It was consensual, so you can't be mad at him. As for what he did to Jace: He was just trying to push them together, because he didn't want to mess up anything that was going on between them. He waited to try anything with Clary until he was sure that Jace wasn't going to make his move any time soon. You can't blame him for liking her, and you can't say that he's a bad guy just because they almost had sex. I'm sorry if I sound like a jerk, I'm really not trying to. I just get this kind of message all the time, and it bothers me.
And the thing about Clary leaving to help with Max is that she can be with Jon any time. They live together. Max doesn't need her every second of the day. She does like Jon, but she loves Max. I'm sorry if any of this was rude, I just don't like people hating on Jonathan when he's done nothing wrong. I'm telling you: In this story, he really is a good guy. You'll see.

Disclaimer: I don't own the Mortal Instruments.

-Clary Fray-

I've just tucked Max into Jace's bed, and I'm about to turn and leave when Jace grabs my arm. "Where are you going?"

I deadpan. "It's almost three in the morning. I'm going home."

Jace flashes a devilish grin. "It's past midnight, which means that you're my slave." Fucking shit.

"Jace, it's late." I complain.

"Indeed, it is. Follow me." He confirms, taking my hand before I can protest, and leads me down the staircase toward the library. We enter through the large, double doors, and he pulls me toward the couch.

"What are we doing?" I ask, trying to look tired. I'm still wide awake from all of the coffee, but I kind of want to go home. Jace is pure evil, and I know he's got a plan to torture me.

"I'm going to touch your hair." Jace says, casually.

I frown. "What?"

"Every time I try to fuck with your hair, you slap my hand away." He sits on the couch. "You're going to sit right here," He points toward his lap. "and I'm going to touch your hair."

My eyebrows pull together in confusion. "Why would you want to do that?"

Jace shrugs. "Because you hate it."

"And why do I need to sit in your lap?"

He shrugs again. "I like it when you sit in my lap."

"When have I ever sat on your lap?"

"Sometimes you do, when you're drunk. And a few times, when there weren't enough chairs for everyone." Jace is being weird… "Just do it, Bo-Bina."

I groan, and climb into his lap, with my legs stretched out across the couch. "Happy?"

He nods, and thrusts his hands into my hair. "Your hair is like my favorite thing ever."

"Don't tangle it." I complain.

"I'll give it a good American try." Jace says, seriously.

I give him the skinny eye look. "Don't do that. We fuck shit up. Give it a British try, or something."

Jace chuckles, and ruffles my hair a little. "Or I could give it a French try, and just give up right now."

"You're tangling it!" I complain, ignoring his joke about French people. He's still bitter because he thinks that the French armies of the past have had their asses kicked by just about every other country in the world, which isn't true, but we don't tell him that. It's best to choose your battles, with Jace.

"You're supposed to be on scopalomine." He scolds.

I roll my eyes. "Sorry."

Jace's hands rest in my hair, on either side of my face. "Look at me, Clary." He whispers, and his breath on my neck makes me shiver. He notices. What's with that?

I turn my gaze to him, and immediately want to shrink away from the intensity of his stare. His eyes flicker to my lips, and I bite the bottom one nervously. I know what it means when people look at your mouth like that. "You're being so weird lately." My voice comes out shakier than I thought it would. Since when does Jace make me feel this way? And why does it have to happen right now, when I'm already getting kind of involved with Jonathan, I think… Jace is my best friend. This is not happening. He's just fucking with me, like always. The poor boy has just run out of ways to mess with me. Yeah, that's it.

He leans forward, connecting our foreheads. "Yeah, I am."

"Why?"

"Because you're never going to understand unless I make it very obvious that I…" He sighs. "I don't know." His hands drop from my hair, and he moves his head back away from mine. "You should go home."

"Jace-"

"I said to go home, Clary. You're on scopalomine, remember?"

By the time I finally fell asleep, my wall clock told me that it was four in the morning, which sucks dick full time. Then, five hours later, my mother dragged me out of bed to help her cook and set everything up for the Christmas Eve Party that no one told me about. I need sleep, but nope. I have to wear a stupid dress, and cook for weird business people who want to congratulate my mother and Valentine on their marriage. Ugh. The party starts at two, and there's no time for a nap. Fuck my life.

"I invited the Lightwoods, Jace, Magnus, Jordan and Maia." Jonathan tells me. He's dressed in a clean white button up with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and jeans. His top buttons are undone, exposing his chest a little. I sigh, internally. He looks sexy as hell, but I'm not telling him that, obviously. My dress is too short, and my heels too high. The dress is a plum color, with elbow length, lace sleeves. The shoes are white with a fabric that matches my dress wrapped around them, and my feet. My mother called it a shoe condom, which I obviously laughed about. Is that really a thing? "But my father invited Sebastian's parents, so he's going to be here." He adds, eying me.

"Perfect." I manage to at least sound like I don't want to run away, so I'm calling this day a win. The motherfucker that's always acting shady is coming to my house. Sebastian sucks, and I hope his asshole grows taste buds.

Jonathan takes advantage of the fact that our parents aren't in the room, and puts his arm around my waist. "I talked to all the guys, and we won't leave you alone with him. Jordan volunteered to be your personal body guard." I nod. I haven't seen Jordan since our make out session, and I need to see how things are going with Maia, anyways.

"Thank you." I whisper, because I can hear my mother's footsteps, her heels hitting the linoleum. Jonathan takes a step away from me, letting his arm fall from around my waist.

"I hate living on campus." Magnus complains. My mother, Valentine, and all of the other adults are sitting in the den. We escaped into the library, after lacing our drinks with vodka. It's only four o'clock, but I'm not above drinking in the day time.

"Why?" Isabelle asks.

Magnus groans. "Every night there's a group of girls on the balcony ten feet from my window, singing Katy Perry songs."

Jordan chuckles. "Next time, stand in the window in a really creepy manner, and stare at them. Don't say anything. Just. Stare."

"With slow Jazz playing in the background." Jace adds. "Nothing says sex crime like slow Jazz."

Jonathan plops down into the overstuffed chair. "You have to wear an open robe, with only silk boxers underneath."

"Yeah!" Simon exclaims. "Go full McPoil on them!"

Magnus thinks about this for a second before saying "I could do the split fingers, tongue flicking for added creepiness."

This just keeps getting better, and better. The only flaw to this party is Sebastian, glaring at me from the corner. Do I even have to say it, at this point?

I'm going to say it anyways.

"This motherfucker, always acting shady." Oh shit, I said that out loud.

"What?" Isabelle raises an eyebrow at me. I'm really starting to get mad about all of the eyebrow game that everyone else seems to have.

"Nothing." I say, too quickly.

She glances around, her dark eyes landing on Sebastian. "He is shady." She agrees. "But he's smoking hot."

Jonathan chokes on his drink. "He's a creep."

"He's a fucking tractor, if I've ever seen one." Jordan scoffs.

"I don't even want him here." Jon shakes his head.

"No one does, Bone Daddy." Jonathan thinks Jace is gay. Jace is playing along. Why do I like these people?

Maia sits down beside Simon on the couch, and I shoot her daggers. She glares back at me. Jordan hasn't left my side all night, and I'm sure she's noticed. I lean over to him and whisper "Have you and Maia talked yet?"

He shakes his head. "She tried to call, but I ignored it."

"Why?"

Jordan shrugs again. "I've been waiting for her for years. I'm not sure that I want to wait anymore."

"Maybe you won't have to." I say.

Jordan looks at me, confusion masking his expression. He's about to say something when a soft voice interrupts him. "Jordan, can we talk?"

He turns his head. "Sure, Maia. We can talk." It doesn't sound like he wants to talk though. There's usually a hint of amusement in his voice, but not now. He just sounds like he doesn't care.

YOU GUYS. This is entirely irrelevant to the story, but when I was 8, my sister got egged in the butt, and I just remembered. I'm laughing so hard. I'm a bad sister.

ALSO. It's Clary's scopalomine day. And I have no idea what Jace should make her do, so I'm open to suggestions. Okay. Review. Bye.

-IReallyDidWriteThisNaked.