Only got one saying that short chapters more often is preferred so that's what i will be doing. Works well for me too. I am happily announcing that I am about to go on vacation, only for 4 days, but it's for my birthday so I am very happy. Leave your thoughts, it kills me when I don't hear from you.

With nothing to gain
Here's the clincher, this should be you
(Made cold and crippled)
This happened to be never changing
Holding inside, the phobia viewed
Made cold and crippled, ending it all

Chevelle – The Clincher

The next time Clary went to the club there were posters floating around announcing next week was the fourth of July party. They were having a foam party. Clary had always wanted to go to one of those bubble clubs she had heard about but there weren't any nearby. A foam party sounded like a hell of a good time.

Goth night had been doing amazing things to Clary's body. Where she was thin before, she was now becoming toned. Her stomach was flatter than she ever could have imagined it could be. Her outfits were beginning to be little more than decorative underwear. She had gone out to one of the local adult stores and purchased a few of their exotic dancing outfits. It was like wearing a bathing suit with fishnets and heels.

Clary stopped worrying if she looked like a whore. She really didn't give a shit about anything. Jonathan was beginning to act weird. Jordan said he was suddenly growing a conscious about his girlfriend. Clary just shrugged her shoulders. That seemed to be her basic response to most things anymore. She wasn't forcing him to have sex with her, he was always rather willing. If he didn't want to be her Wednesday, that was fine with her, she would find someone else who did.

Jonathan had come up to the club but he was utterly ignoring Clary. He wasn't even hanging out with the other men. He was out mingling. So Clary danced by herself until she felt the need for a smoke and signaled to Jace. They hadn't spoken a word of their kiss, but at least things were starting to go back to normal.

While Clary was out and enjoying her smoke, she heard a British accent and couldn't help but peer her head. There was a group of guys, the one with the accent was extremely attractive. He has short dark hair, but a certain charm to him like he could easily have been a businessman. A very young, hot businessman, but one all the same. Clary left her spot and found herself walking over to this unknown group.

She paused to listen for a second that way she could make a comment on something they had said. The hot one noticed her then.

"Hi, I'm Clary. I couldn't help but appreciate your accent, there's nothing hotter than a British accent." She said boldly.

He looked to his friend and smiled. "I told you girls went nuts over it." He said, completely void of any accent at all.

Clary was stunned. He had done it so well she had been utterly convinced it was real.

"Sorry to disappoint you Clary. My name's Zachariah but everyone calls me Zach, and I'm American." He said it with disappointment like he knew she would walk away.

Clary was intrigued, if he had been using the fake accent to pick up girls, it wouldn't make sense for him to out himself immediately. She didn't think he had been intentionally dishonest with her.

"You know that might work better as a pickup ploy if you don't immediately out yourself." Clary said giggling a bit.

"I don't think I could ever use something that dishonest to get a girl interested in me. I mean can you imagine things go great but now I'm stuck with a fake accent for the rest of my life." He said laughing.

"You really out here looking for someone to spend the rest of your life with?" Clary said cocking one eyebrow.

"I'm not saying I'm going to find it right away, but what's the point of looking unless your trying to see if they're marriage potential?" Zach said looking to Clary with intensity. That was the way Clary used to think, and the way she used to live her love life. She didn't really think there was anyone out there who really thought that way.

Clary smiled, "It's been a while since I met a gentleman."

Clary and Zach talked for awhile. He was a student in college just like she was. In his down time he volunteered for the school radio, which was where he had learned all his accents. He could do British, Irish, and a dodgy Australian. Clary found herself attracted to more than just his looks, he was a good person, from a good sounding family. They exchanged numbers and Clary hoped she would hear from him again.

She returned to her group and Izzy was standing there, hands on her hips tapping her heel. She instantly grabbed Clary by her arm and dragged her around the building to a little cove where some people liked to park their cars.

"Did you find yourself a new toy?" she asked, her tone was not amused.

"What does it matter?" Clary said harshly, ripping her arm out of Izzy's grasp.

"What's going on with Jonathan? I've seen him flirting with at least 3 girls tonight?" she asked, her voice softer.

"I don't know, I'm not his girlfriend or his mom. I don't really give a duck what he does." Clary said harshly, she had noticed his flirting too, for someone so concerned about their girlfriend he sure wasn't being so faithful.

"So are you looking for a replacement or something more?" Izzy asked giving her a look. Clary saw Izzy's eyes flick behind her, so Clary took a look and saw Jace standing there trying not to be obvious he was watching her.

"I don't think I can do more." She said softly before turning back to Izzy.

Maybe Jonathan running around hurt her a little more than she wanted to admit even to herself. Maybe that meant she cared for him more than nothing. If she cared he could hurt her. She couldn't be hurt, she had come close enough with Jace.

"Iz, do me a favor and steady out of it." Clary said stomping away.

If Jonathan wanted to play games then she would play them twice as well. She took out her phone and typed quickly. She finished with a smile and went back into the club knowing she would win. Clary went to the dance floor and headed straight for the raised platform. She dubbed it as hers and began to dance atop it. Jace came and leaned against the wall nearby. Clary tried not to look at him too much, out still hurt her chest a little.

Before long she saw some familiar hair walk into the club, looking around. He was looking for her. His name is Jeremiah, they had met her first year of college when she was 16. They had been friends ever since. She always knew that whenever she called him, he would always come for her. She knew he would date her in a heartbeat, but she valued their friendship too much.

Jeremiah brought two guys with him, Clary had never met either of them before. Clary squealed and jumped from the platform, she was happy she landed without breaking her ankles. She ran over to him and he enveloped her in a giant hug and picked her up, spinning her around.

"Hey there beautiful." He said when he set her down.

It was something he always said to her when he was talking to her. It was something she loved about him.

"I wasn't sure you would make it over here. I know this really isn't your thing." Clary said still smiling.

"Yeah well they have a bar so I can make it my thing. Plus you said you were having boy problems, and you need to make someone a little jealous?" Her said with a smirk, looking around. "Where is he?"

"He's the blonde over there flirting with everything that moves." Clary said motioning over to Jonathan. "He's got a girlfriend, but we've been sleeping together, and now he suddenly claims he's getting a conscious but he's over there..."Clary trailed off.

"Will by the fact that he's looked over here at least 5 times in the past minute I would bet this is going to be easy. But I have to ask, have you heard from Sebastian lately?" Jer asked, his eyes full of concern.

Jer had known Clary since before she had even met Sebastian. Jer had been through the entire fucked up relationship by Clary's side.

Sebastian had proposed once he was out of the hospital and Clary had said yes even though they had never even kissed. She felt like he was get knight in shining armor come to save her from the shit fucking life she had known. There was one serious problem that Clary had to face after the rape, she needed to get tested for STDs. Clary had a hard time with it but she had made the appointment and went in while they poked, prodded, and scrubbed around her. They said the results would be back in two weeks. Clary cried over the phone with Sebastian every day during the two-week wait. He told her it didn't matter what the results came back as, he would love her forever and stay with her no matter what. Clary insisted that if the tests came back positive that he should be with someone else. Someone that he could actually be with. Maybe that had been her downfall, that one sentence of thinking about what would be great for him probably opened the door for him to think that being with anyone he wanted was perfectly acceptable.

When Sebastian took another girl to a dance even though Clary begged him not to, Jeremiah was right there for her. Clary hasn't lost her sense of will, but she was hopelessly in love with Sebastian, so even through this betrayal she couldn't leave him. Her claimed it was nothing, she was a friend nothing more. He said she was like a sister to him. Her name was Aline, but she preferred Ali. Clary thought of her as Ally-cat, those ones that go around whoring up any Tom they can find.

Maybe Clary would have been ok with with it if she really felt like they were just friends. Maybe she would have been jealous anyways. But you can't say someone is like a sister to you when you have already fucked them before.

Clary told him she wasn't speaking to him for 24 hours as punishment. They had never gone 24 hours without at least a phone call. It was sure as hell hurting her, it had to hurt him too right? She volunteered to work some extra shifts and worked the night shift. She had just gotten a job working at a movie theater and was training so they were all too happy to give her the latest shift possible, and on a Friday night meant that she would not get off work until 2am Saturday morning. Clary hoped that would help her to keep her promise to not look at her phone, to not text or call him. After the first few hours she just decided it was best to turn the phone off all together. There was a part of her that had wanted him to call her anyways, to realize what a mistake he was making.

When she had gotten off work she trudged to her car, resisting the urge to turn her phone back on to look for a text or voicemail. It was late fall and naturally the weather would pick this particular night to shit all over her car, resulting in a crusted layer of ice snow mix all over her windshield. Clary looked all over and could not find an ice scraper. She turned on her car and had far too little gas, but she needed the glass to heat up enough to get the ice off and to get shelter from the snow storm blazing outside. She felt utterly low and didn't know what else to do, so with tears in her eyes she turned her phone on and tried not to consider the fact that she had no missed voicemails or texts. She searched her contacts for the only name she could think of that wouldn't mind her calling at 2AM, Jeremiah.

He had answered by the second ring, of course he would be awake, it was a Friday night.

"Hey there beautiful." He answered and she felt her heartbeat skip, it was exactly what she needed at this low moment.

"Jer, I'm sorry I'm calling so late. I need some help, my car's low on gas and I don't have an ice-scraper and my car is coated in ice." Clary explained trying not to let her voice crack.

"I'll be there in a few minutes, just don't freeze to death while I wait." He said before hanging up the phone. She could hear him grabbing for his keys and knew he had dropped everything to walk out the door that very second.

He had come and saved her, making her sit in his car while he de-iced hers. He had even brought a small container of gas which was just enough to get her home. Clary was eternally grateful for the help that he gave, but he had even gone a step further to follow her home, and stay with her while she cried herself to sleep over Sebastian.

"I talked to him a few weeks ago…and yeah that went about as expected." Clary said looking away. She didn't want to admit that she was the one that had initiated the contact in the first place.

"Just so long as he isn't hurting you anymore." Jer said, puffing his chest out a little bit.

"It hurts every day." Clary said and Jer just nodded knowing he was one of the rare ones she was being completely honest with.

"Well let's get on making your boy jealous, and if he's stupid enough not to see what's in front of him I would be happy to take over." He said suggestively but it made Clary laugh. Jer would make for the perfect boyfriend, which is exactly why Clary couldn't be with him, she would break him too.