A BIG APPLAUSE FOR lusifergirl45 as always who was amazing, she is very quick to do her magic, make this more fluid and better to read.
While I am posting this chapter I am in the library, in my university, yes guys I am in university now, that explains why I took so much time to update I am so sorry. I am doing 2 licenses, one in law and one in languages so that takes litteraly all my time. There are 3 parts for the date; the two others are coming soon.
Always I'll LOVE to get some feedback, it always makes realize that ACTUAL REAL people are reading this, you know... because it seems so unreal !
The two girls landed in Clary's room. The redhead was holding her friend's hand, which she must have grabbed when they jumped in the portal. She didn't like to travel through the portal as it made her feel dizzy and bloated.
"Lux ferre, I totally know what you're going to wear with that top, give me a sec." Izzy said while heading to the door. She came back a few moments later with three boxes in her hands, each of different sizes.
"Here I received my order this morning. They are the opaque tribute tights, perfect for your legs!" Izzy handed her the first box. Clary took the box and observed the odd logo on the center of it. It was the head of a woman with snakes as hair, Medusa she remembered. Clary remembered seeing this symbol before, it was the logo on the jewelry box Luke offered to her mother. Then she remembered what brand it was.
"Izzy are you insane? You are landing me Versace leggings? What the hell? These things costs hundreds of dollars, right?" Clary said while putting the box down with medical-grade precision onto the bed.
"Don't be silly, it's just clothes. I would lend you a 5 dollar pair of leggings like I could lend you a 500 dollar pair of leggings. Come on girl, it's not even that big of a deal. You're my friend, it's fine. Take it." the dark haired girl said, and picked the legging out of the box to put it back on the bed.
Clary was amazed to see how a girl she knew for only a few days, was able to trust her like that. She felt bad for not being as open as her new friend but she was raised that way, her mom taught her not to trust anyone new. She had to rely on herself for everything. Losing her mom had other consequences she didn't expect, like finding new ways to socialize, interact with people, and even maybe start to trust them.
"Okay Izzy thank you so much. I'll gladly wear it tonight. What else do you have in your boxes?" Clary asked curiously.
The brunette opened the second boxe, there, layed a beautiful pair of strap black chunky platform wedge heels. "I chose wedge heels because I didn't know if you could run with stilettos." Clary laughed at this remark, remembering the evenings she spent with her mom in the basement, they would often do silly challenges like who could run the longer with heels on the treadmill.
"Actually yes I can run with any kind of heels, so don't worry, that will do." Clary told her while taking the shoe box.
"And finally, here we have…" Izzy trailed off as she opened the last thin box. Clary read Pandora in argent letters, she obviously guessed what it was, jewelry. "...the glamor cascade earrings." The kind of earrings her mom would wear once or twice a year to very special occasions. Clary wanted to refuse all of this, it was too much, she wasn't used to all these fancy things. She's just going on a date, it wasn't her wedding. No, I have to stop thinking like this. I can wear what I want, it's not going to change who I am, and what's wrong with being a little dressed up? the redhead convinced herself. Clary accepted the three boxes from Izzy, whom she thanked her again. Izzy excused herself, she knew the redhead wanted to change, and was well aware that Clary wasn't a hundred percent comfortable with her body.
"Call me once your done, I want to see the final result." the Lightwood said winking at her as she closed the door behind her.
Clary was finally alone. She needed some time to recap everything that happened to her. It was something she did when she had a lot going on.
"Okay, my name is Clary, I lost my mother, I just learned I'm Shadowhunter. My powers were blocked by my mother since I was a child. I did a ritual with the most powerful warlocks, lost conscience and was unconscious for three days. I am now going on a date with a guy who's way out of my league, who I talked to for a few minutes only." Clary sighed heavily as if she wanted to eject the sadness, the anger and the stress out of her body through the carbon dioxide.
It's going to be okay, everything is going to be fine, I have to enjoy this date, I need it, I deserve it, Clary thought. She gladly took her hospital gown off and threw it in the trash bin hoping to never be in the situation where she'd have to wear one again. A wave of fresh air hit her and woke up some goosebumps, finally realising that she was stark naked she ran to her bed took her outfit and went in her wardrobe direction. The girl opened the drawer where she put her bras and panties and chose a new pair. Black lacy underwears with floral designs. She took the camisole, lifted her arms, let the piece of clothing caress her skin as it went down but something was wrong it didn't fit in the chest part. Clary touched that part and noticed that it was thicker, like a bra sewed inside of the camisole. So she took off the camisole, unclasped her bra, and put it back in the drawer then tried to put the camisole again, braless and it was perfect. This camisole held her boobs in place, she could run a mile without hurting herself. Smart royalty Clary though.
She put on the opaque Versace leggings, the glamor pandora earrings and finally her heels. She wasn't totally ready though, what about her hair? She decided to do something simple. Clary swiftly made a thin braid on each side of her face, took them and joined them at the back of her head. She clipped everything to secure it. Her hands found her perfume in her wardrobe, an Agatha Paris perfume, this one was called "Balade aux Tuileries", a gift from Luke, after winning an art competition. She didn't want to wear makeup so she headed to the door to find Izzy.
"Whoa, Clary you look magnificent!" Her friend exclaimed excited, "and look at your hair! It is so pretty like this!"
Clary blushed at all these compliments, she never considered herself as someone pretty, all she saw was her numerous freckles, her indomptable curly hair, and her thin pale body with no curves. When would she get her mother's curves!?
The redhead looked at her left wrist. Damn it! Her watch wasn't there, they must have taken it when she was resting in the infirmary. She wrote a mental note to go get it tomorrow. She unlocked her phone and saw the time, 6:55 pm.
"Izzy can you please take me to the tapestries room?" Clary asked already walking down the corridor.
"How do you know about that place? You know what it doesn't matter, follow me. Clary you went in the wrong direction." Izzy said as she pointed at the other side of the corridor, "Come on, you don't want to be late now, do you?"
Clary turned back and went in the right direction following Izzy's quick steps.
The girls stood near the tapestry room when Clary stopped Izzy, "I'll take it from here, it's just I don't want to scare him by presenting him a friend before we even go on a date… Please tell me you understand?" Clary asked, she actually was a little afraid of her friend's beauty, what if Chris found Izzy attractive? What if he asked HER on a date?
"Yeah of course sweetie I don't mind at all. I don't know at what time you'll get back but please wake me up and tell me absolutely everything." the Lightwood girl asked impatiently. But then something changed in her look and she was suddenly worried.
"Clary promise me you'll loosen up and try to have fun, I know it's going to be hard but try not to think about your mom. I know it's only been a few days but you went through so much, you deserve to be happy and relaxed… even for a few hours." Izzy asked and seemed scared to hear her friend's response.
"I promise that I'll try Izzy and thank you for everything!" Clary held her hands in hers and finally headed to the tapestry room.
The room hadn't changed a bit, the strong scent of dust, candle wax and wood reminded her of the last time she was here, a smile creeped on her lips.
"Here you are, beautiful!" Chris exclaimed looking at her, he stood up from the wooden bench he was sitting on. But he wasn't alone, another man copied his movements and stood up at the same time. Clary recognized him, it was one of the warlocks from the ritual.
"Clary I present to you a friend of mine, Lulach Dell." Chris said while showing her his friend. Clary was about to tell him that she already met him but Lulach nodded no with his head.
"Nice to meet you dear." Lulach said, took her hand, bent over, and brought her hand to his lips. Clary blushed, why did he act like he didn't know her? Clary decided to follow his lead.
"Well same with you" She responded with a heart warming smile.
"Clary the reason why he's here is because he's a warlock and we need a portal to go to our date." Chris said smiling cockily, proud to pronounce the word date.
Lulach didn't waste a second, he moved his hands in circular motions with elegance, a vibration hit the room and here it was, a circular portal at the end of the warlock's hands.
Chris took Clary's hand and the girl shivered at his touch. She followed him, ready for this new experience, they both jumped in the portal.
Clary's heels collided with some hard concrete road, her hand was squeezing Chris'. She stood up straight and noticed two things. One, they were on a road and two, they weren't alone. Hundreds or maybe thousands of people dressed half naked, with glitter and paint on them, were parading, dancing, singing, and drinking. They all had strings of colorful beads. The smell of alcohol was mixed with sweat and the road was illuminated by hundreds of lanterns and street lights but in reality it was very was dark and the music was coming from everywhere. Clary was surprised to recognize the music, it was "Stay Alive" by Hidden Citizens.
"Where did we land ?" Clary shouted at Chris so he could hear her through all the noises.
"We are in New Orleans and it's midnight here, love!" Chris shouted back. Clary blushed hearing him calling her "love". He then took her hand and led her through the crowd. Strangers were touching her body has she followed Chris; it wasn't inappropriate, they were just having fun and Clary was impressed by the number of young people here. So this must be what Coachella feels like, Clary thought. She looked everywhere, trying to catch every small details to draw it later. She observed Chris from behind. He was wearing a grey Tommy Hilfiger diamond weave slim fit trousers and a nude Ralph Lauren bi-swing windbreaker. He looked like one the rich snobbish boys form her high school, but he wasn't. Was he? Hope he's not one of them. Clary had some bad experiences with this kind of boys, Simon and her called them the "Elite" in High School. A guy named Matthew played her well. He acted like he was interested in her, like he loved her, and she believed him. He knew what to say to get girls, it happened for months which is why she believed him. How could someone put so much time and energy to just humiliate someone else?
One day, he asked her to wait for him in the physics empty classroom, she did and he locked her in. Matthew and his group of friends mocked her and took videos of her through the door porthole. She waited there for hours until her mother and Simon came with the high school director to open the door. She never saw Matthew again after that, and she never bothered to ask where he was.
A loud detonation got her out of her thoughts and as she looked upwards, Clary saw amazing colorful fireworks in the dark sky. A small "woah" escaped her lips. Clary listened to the music in the background thoughtfully.
But i'm gonna stay alive,
but i'm gonna stay alive.
Yeah, i'm gonna stay alive
(Yeah, i'm gonna stay alive)
(stay alive)
She was still walking behind Chris when he suddenly turned around and looked her head to toe with a little smile on his face.
"You are so beautiful it's insane. Dance with me Clary." he said with sparkles in his eyes. In this kind of situation most of girls would be afraid because of their dance moves, but Clary had some amazing moves. This was part of the silly challenges she did with her mother, like who could learn a dance choreography the faster, so Clary was able to dance to any kind of songs. They were in the center of a small group of young people dancing, Clary listened to the beats of the song to dance accordingly.
Closer than a friend, I can be your enemy
Closer than a friend for you to make a remedy
Closer than a friend, I can be your enemy
Closer than a friend for you to make a remedy
(Yeah, I'm gonna stay alive)
Clary moved her hips and her head synchronously. She started moving her arms in order and in positions she was the only one to know about. Her dance moves were unexpected, original and fierce. She turned around so that her back would face Chris but kept dancing. She was in a trance. He put his warm hands on her hips and followed her rhythm. It didn't worry Clary how close they were dancing, it just felt good so she kept doing it. Clary's bottom was touching Chris' crotch, she noticed. Some drops of sweat appeared on her neck, and his veins seemed more noticeable as if his blood was rushing in his entire body. Clary put her hands in her hair to undo her hairstyle and she was able to put her fingers between her hair locks sensually. It always had this great little effect when dancing.
She though a few seconds and came to the conclusion that she'll try to seduce him a little because why not, he seemed nice and even though she never had a boyfriend, he could be a great one. New music started, Paint In Black by Ciara. As the singer's humming filled the street, Clary layed her back a little on Chris, lifted her head and turned her head to her left to get a better look at him. She met his gaze, his eyes seemed hypnotized. He nervously laughed as for once she intimidated him, she seemed so confident and beautiful. She wasn't as timid as she seemed, a fire was burning inside of her and she couldn't keep it as a secret anymore it was too obvious, and Chris liked it, no he loved it, it just pushed him further into seducing her to have her as a girlfriend.
They kept dancing for at least thirty minutes without stopping only the angels know how they weren't out of breath. Sweat was dripping off their bodies, but desire was dripping out of their eyes. Clary had never felt this way before for anyone, but dancing that close to a man must have awoken some unfamiliar yet pleasing feelings. She wished he kissed her, she didn't have the guts to do it. She already did a lot, she thought. She danced sensually against him during the first date and that's quite the achievement for her, mainly because it was her first date.
"Clary." he took her out of her thoughts. "Come on, let's go eat." Taking his hands away from her hips, she took a deep effect of his warm hands suddenly missing from her body made it feel as if she had stopped breathing.
Chris had guided her far from the party but she could still hear the song a little if she focused. Clary observed the architecture of the buildings around her-it was all about the French colonization legacy. Chris was texting someone and that person appeared in front of them. Lulach Dell.
