Yay! Continuing the story...after 12 months! I'm sorry. I'm hoping to be uploading a new chapter every month - fingers crossed I can hold to that.

Set on avoiding reliving what had just occurred, I quickly made my way to the correct room and changed into the much-loved sweatpants. Although they were not the most attractive pair of loungewear, they were by far the comfiest. I knew it was slightly pointless seeing as though Izzy was going to make me change out of them in an hour for the club, but I rejoiced in every moment I was granted with them.

"Okay Clary, what song would you like to be tortured with?"

"Um no, if you are doing my makeup, I am picking the music." Isabelle just rolled her eyes in response. She dug through her drawers and pulled out one of her older eyeshadow palettes, brushes, and other items and got to work. After around 45 minutes and multiple song changes, I was granted permission to look in the mirror. I looked good. Really good. So much so that I had felt more confident than if I were to have been left on my own to do my makeup. A light pink smokey shadow was swept onto my eyelid and covered by a delicate black wing that together made my green eyes stand out in contrast. A tinted pink-red lip balm had coated my lips giving them the smallest bit of shine which had somehow seemed to make a noticeable difference. My hair had been left mostly alone with only an anti-frizz serum brushed in causing it to lose a little volume but still maintain its natural curl. As Izzy shoo-ed me to get dressed she quickly reapplied her lipstick and curled pieces of hair that had lost its shape throughout the day. Once we were both ready, we scrambled out of her bedroom and down the stairs. Onyx and gold eyes met my own. One pair seeming slightly surprised and the darker seeming very distresses. Jon gave me a once over and crossed his arms, clearly not happy with my outfit of choice (or lack thereof) but knew whining wouldn't change a damn thing and would only earn a glare from the raven-haired beauty. Jace's body language appeared more bored than he seemed to usually be, but the incessant tapping of his foot and the slight interest shown in his eyes.

"Like what you see, Herondale?" I questioned.

I knew that although he may have been decent at hiding his emotions on occasion but my one plan tonight was to get him to admit what we both knew. We were interested in each other. Yes, I didn't want to be a notch in his bedpost and I certainly didn't want to start World War 3 between him and Jon. But I had a realization when Izzy was poking and prodding at me. Two can play it that game. If he wanted to suddenly change his mind and pretend it never happened, I can damn well do that too. Sure, it won't be easy for me to do, I'll need all the confidence I can get, but I do know a few ways to get into his little blonde head.

"Let's go!" I said with a grin, heading out into the cool air of the night.

Yay. An update! Ok so hopefully I will have uploaded two(?) chapters before August 1st. Then I'll go to one chapter per month uploading schedule. Hope you enjoyed the (short) chapter. I realize the length isn't desirable - buuuuuuttttt I kinda wanted to stop it there.

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