So So so so so so so so sorrry guys! I literally got stuck on this chapter. I could not for the life of me figure out what to write next. This was hardcore writers block for me. And I have the whole outline of the story out, I just want the story to last a little longer than my mind wants it to, so I had trouble figuring out what to put in here. I was like... it can't be boring, but I can't rush it either. WHAT DO I DO NOW! but I figured it out, and I think we're okay. =) Please enjoy guys. I hope it was worth the wait
Slut Year
Chapter 12: Home Sick.
Rated M
Songs:
*Touchin On My* 30h!3
*House Party* 30h!3
*Make You Smile* +44
*Home* Three Days Grace
I was looking down at him, anger flaring my eyes. That stupid creep! How do you forget a condom? I never understood why people would forget something so important, but God only knows if I have an STD now. He sat up with me, lifting up one of his eyebrows, waiting for an answer, I glared back. How dare he look at me like that? I'm not the one who forgot a damn condom.
"Of course I'm on a pill, but what makes you think that everything is okay because so?" Now his eyebrow drifted back down to its normal position, now his face showed pure confusion.
"Huh?" Was all he got out of his mouth.
"How do I know you didn't give me something!" I yelled, and crossed my arms over my chest. I heard him whining in disappointment over the covering of my chest, before continuing the argument
"Me? What about you? You're the one involved in a sex game called Slut Year." He argued back. "You could very well have given me something!"
"I used something with each guy I was with!" I yelled again. "And I have been tested, and notta. But you…" I paused looking at him again. "You like to sleep around all the time! Before this stupid game I slept with one guy! And that one guy happened to be my boyfriend of two fucking years! When was the last time you were in a relationship that lasted past the bathroom door?" For some odd reason I hit a nerve with that one. And to be honest I wasn't even trying to be cruel. What I said was not all that bad, especially for a guy. I, of all people know that guys will be guys, and I personally didn't judge guys like Jace. I was raised around guys like Jace my whole life. I was only trying to bring in a point. But the determination that I saw in his eyes, the determination to win this argument was gone the second I finished my last sentence. He looked down in his lap, then off into nothing. I felt bad; I didn't mean to upset him that much. And even so, maybe he wouldn't be upset if he didn't toss girls around like dirty laundry.
"Jace…" But before I could bring out my apology he snapped back, looking at me in the eye, and giving his comeback.
"You are just as responsible as I am when it comes to protection. It takes two to tango babe, so don't go blaming me for an accident that was clearly just as much on you, as it is on me!"
I went to open my mouth to say something, but I was stuck. I looked away from him, thinking about what he said. Okay, so he was right, it wasn't just his fault but my own as well. I could've very easily reminded him, and I am sure he has more than plenty in his drawer.
"Hah!" He shouted, while pointing at me, gawking his victory. "I win this one!" He laughed and lay back down on his pillow with his hands behind his head. I rolled my eyes, and decided to straddle him. I swung one leg over him and sat right where I needed to. It wiped the smirk off his face instantly. His hands went to my hips in a flash, and gripped them firmly as I grinded against him slowly. On the third time I rocked, a husky groan escaped his throat. It always turned me on to see the reaction I got from a guy, but I wasn't going to give in to my own game here. I bent down and lightly kissed his lips. Of course I felt one of his hands grip the back of my neck to deepen the kiss. I allowed it. I let him slip his tongue in my mouth, as I continued to grind on him a little harder, making the noises coming from his throat more frequent. I pulled away from his lips and kissed along his jaw, and his neck where I nibbled and sucked. His hands were gliding up and down my sides when I started to whisper in his ear.
"Do you like this?" I asked him. He seemed to have lost his voice for a second before responding.
"Yes.
"Do you want more?"
"Yes!"
"Well… too bad, because I have to go." I sat up and got off him, leaving him with a raging erection. I started getting dressed while he stared down at his arousal in shock; I was about done getting dressed when he snapped out of his trance. He jumped from his bed quickly putting on his pants, while I was heading out to leave.
"Wait! What the hell!"
"You have two hands, don't you?" I asked with a very sweet voice. He smirked at me, with his pants still unbuttoned and zipped, they hung low due to that, but not low enough. It was sexy, I must say, but I literally couldn't stay around.
"You little bitch." He chuckled as he started to finish putting together his pants. I laughed back at him and was getting ready to leave, but he stopped me again.
"No seriously." He said looking at me sincerely. "When-Wh…" He seemed to be lost for words, so I waited patiently. It was actually kind of cute that he seemed a little… wait… nervous?
"When can we… when can we… um… do this again- or - or meet up… or something?" I watched as he silently scolded himself for his choice of words. I smiled seductively at him; I leant up and acted as if I was going to kiss him, but then moved my lips to his cheek.
"Soon." I said before walking out the door.
0o0o0
That was by far the best sex I have had in such a long time. I truly couldn't figure out what made this time so different. I had been with other girls, some great, some okay, some boring as fuck. But she was wild, and I can only imagine just how much more wild she can get. I liked that, I like it a lot.
Maybe that was it? She was a wild fire in bed. All of the girls I had been with before were not like that. They let me do pretty much all the work. Which is nice too, but sometimes a guy likes it when his girl takes the time to turn him on too. Be a little creative, try different positions. Hell, just say some things in my ear and that alone will make me cum. It nearly did when she was straddling me before.
Of course because of her little tease action, I had to relieve my situation myself. But I soon got over it. There would be more times with Clary, we can do it wherever we want, and how ever we want. The thought alone excited the hell out of me. Like a child on Christmas morning, all I wanted was to get right back into the sex.
But what she said to me about my so-called past relationships bothered me a bit. I know it usually doesn't, but coming from her it did. Why? If you want me to be completely honest I had never met a girl that I enjoyed being with so much. Not even back when Izzy and I were friends. She was fun, and I loved her and all, but there were times that I tried to stay away from her, just because I needed a break. But Clary, she was different; she wasn't like most girls who were boy crazy, and obsessed with how they looked. Yeah I know she's in Slut Year, but even being involved in all of that hasn't really changed her.
So when she brought up the fact that I have no past relationships with girls, it made me feel like I had absolutely no chance of having Clary to myself. She brought up her ex-boyfriend who she obviously must've loved to have been with him for two years. I felt a small tinge of jealousy. Like I would never be that long-term boyfriend she wanted. But I could prove her wrong. I know I could. I know what I use to be was wrong, but I can change that, I can change.
As much as it was wrong that I slept with Jace against Isabelle's wishes, I couldn't help but feel excited about the whole thing. I just couldn't bring myself to care. I strolled away from the Lightwood's home with a large smile on my face, I don't believe any of the guys I've been with can even compare to Jace at the moment. I got into Alex's car, and looked in the rearview mirror; I tried to straighten out my hair and wipe my face of any smeared makeup. Once I felt good I decided to turn over the engine and zoom off out of there. I figured since I had the car for the day, and was to myself I would stop at Starbucks and treat myself. I got there and stood in line, when I got to the register I ordered a Venti Carmel Machiatto. When I heard someone whisper next to me.
"Psst!" I looked up at the girl who took my order, who seemed to be still inserting my order in her register.
"What did you say?" I said to her. She looked up at me, raised her eyebrows, and smiled.
"I'm sorry?" She had said, looking a tad bit confused.
"Did you say something?" I asked.
"Nope." She shook her head and continued with my order.
"I'm sorry, I guess I'm hearing things." I laughed to myself, and she giggled in response.
"It's okay, we all do it." She smiled and looked back up at me. "That'll be 12.50." I smiled and handed her my card, she swiped it, and handed it back as well as my recite. I moved off to the side to wait for my coffee when I heard it again.
"Psst! Clary!" okay what the fuck! My head snapped up looking around, when I felt someone's hand on my arm, I spun quickly to see a guy wearing a grey baseball cap, sunglasses, and a scarf. I was very close to punching the bastard until I finally saw who it was. My eyes widened at the realization.
"Zac!"
"Shhh!" He shushed me, and gently pulled me into the secluded corner, and took off the sunglasses.
"What's up?" He said to me smiling. I rolled my eyes at his ridiculous disguise, and put my hands on my hips. His blue eyes sparkled from the afternoon sun shinning brightly through the coffee shop windows.
"You look stupid." I said to him. He looked down at himself, and brought his eyes back to mine before doing that weird thing he always does with his face whenever he disagrees with something.
"What do you want? I wanted coffee, I was in the neighborhood, I stopped so I covered up as much as possible! Give me a break."
"Venti Carmel Machiatto!" The girl called my coffee, I left Zac alone for a moment to go and retrieve it. I took a sip, and God did it feel good going down my throat. I walked back over to Zac who was sipping his very own coffee quietly in the secluded corner. I decided I might as well sit and talk with him for the time being. He went on and on about work on set, which I was more than anxious to create my own sets and stories and film away. But for right now my mind was on Jace, and the fact that we went hardcore just about thirty minutes ago. It was all still fresh in my mind.
"Clary…? Clary…?" I heard a whistle and snapped out of it.
"Hm?"
"You're on cloud 9 today." He smiled.
"What? No!" I waved him off, and continued to drink my machiatto.
"Are you kidding me?" He laughed. "It's written all over your face."
"Nu-uh!"
"If you ask me, I think you finally got together with your dream boy." I nearly spit out my coffee. His little statement made me a little pissed off. Jace was not my dream boy! Besides, what was this? A Disney TV show? Who the hell calls their booty-call a dream boy when they're in their twenties? …As a matter of fact, I don't remember calling any guy that at any age!
"To correct you," I said while fuming. "I did fuck him about an hour ago, but he is not my dream boy. It was just trying to relieve a little tension!"
"Fine!" He said putting up both his hands gesturing a defense. "But I'll bet you anything that you will not only sleep with him again, but you'll start to fall for him too." He laughed and swallowed the last of his coffee.
"How do you know my type? Huh?" I chuckled at him.
"It sounds to me that he is exactly your type!"
"How do you say?" I crossed my arms and leaned back in my chair.
"What was the biggest issue with your Ex-boyfriend, Clary? Be honest… why didn't it bother you when the two of you broke up?" To be honest I didn't have to think very hard. The muscles in my body became less tense as I realized that Ross really was never my type.
"He was boring." I spat out, and laughed. Zac laughed along with me.
"Please… elaborate." He asked me.
I let out a breath and thought about all the times I wanted to go out, but he wanted to stay in. I remembered when I wanted to be exhibitionistic and have sex in the movie theater, but did he do it? No, he said that we may be caught… that was the fucking point of being an exhibitionist… the thrill of being CAUGHT! He never wanted to go dancing, he never wanted to be around people who drank or smoked. We had nothing in common; we didn't even really like the same music. He loved country, I love rock. He wouldn't even go to a Green Day concert with me all because he; and I quote; "Doesn't like them enough to see them." Who cares? Going to a concert with great performers that you enjoy is great fun. I went with him to see Keith Urban, and Rascal Flatts, but never did he come with me. I wanted rough sex; he wanted to be as gentle as he could be. I am violent and absolutely love gore in horror films, he always said I was deeply disturbed.
"Wouldn't you rather be with someone who enjoys being in your company, regardless if it's something he's interested in or not?" Zac asked me. I just nodded in response. "And so far this Jace guy has done at least a third of what you've mention and you don't even consider him a love interest." He smiled smugly. "I bet you anything that you'll fall for him, even if you haven't already… you will."
"You bet me anything?" I asked him as something was boiling inside my mind. Zac could see the mischief in my eyes. He smiled and leaned back a bit in his chair.
"Sure."
2 days later
"Clary hold still!" Alex was poking me and stabbing me, and pulling on me. My scalp was on fire from all the teasing; blow drying, and curling irons. My face felt stiff as a board from all of the makeup. I never wear this much makeup! Next came time to dress me like I was their personal Barbie doll. I wanted to punch them. "Oh!" Aline held a blue corset in front of me. "Wear this, Clare!"
"No! I'll look like a hooker!" I yelled.
"I wear it all the time!" Alex retorted. "Are you calling me a hooker?"
"Yes!" She rolled her eyes, and pulled out a pair of skintight jeans that laced all the way up the sides of the legs. I wanted to gag just from looking at them. She put the pants on the bed next to Isabelle, and walked to the closet.
"I love make-overs!" Izzy cheered while picking up the pants and forcing them in my hands. "They're so much fun!"
"I like the way I dress!" I said through gritted teeth.
"Oh relax." Izzy laughed. "Every girl deserves to be pampered every once in a while."
"Pampered?" I muttered under my breath. "More like dictatorship." Apparently Isabelle heard me, because then she said:
"Even if the girl so refuses, because it is our duty to introduce her to fashion." She smiled smugly at me.
"More like a prostitute convention." She didn't hear me that time, because she continued to hum Just the Way You Are by Bruno Mars. I'm not a fan personally. But don't you think that's a little ironic? More teasing, pulling and yanking continued on after that. They made me wear heels that were so high my calves hurt. For some insane reason I wanted to cry tonight. I missed the guys, I missed Luke. I wanted to go home so bad today.
I got written up at work, my instructor for my Creative Writing class is refusing to give me time to get a new textbook. And now everyone was treating me like a fucking Barbie tonight. The truth was that I hated LA, I just didn't fit in here, and all I wanted was to be back home in Colorado with all my friends. But of course I kept the water from flowing, and held the tears in.
We arrived at the club, and yet to my surprise it was another club with terrible music, and a lot of stupid Jersey Shore wannabe's. Who would want to be a Jersey Shore wannabe anyway? We danced, and grinded with each other. I stuck by the girls this time, because I just wasn't in the mood. But of course who would've thought I would lose them in the crowd eventually? It wasn't long before a Jersey Shore wannabe was grinding against me; his greasy skin and hair annoyed the hell out of me.
"Hey chica, your ass feels nice." He whispered in my ear. I could practically feel the grease dripping from his hair and onto my shoulder. I pulled away from him, I turned and glared.
"Get lost!" I shouted.
"Hey don't be like that, baby girl. I thought weez was havin fun?"
"Sorry," I said. "I don't speak retard. I think the correct way of saying that is 'we were having fun!'"
"Hey, don't be a stuck up bitch!" His Spanish accent rang through my ears, and I was ready to fuck him up when we were interrupted.
"And why don't you do what the lady says and fuck off!" I turned around to see a pair of beautiful gold eyes staring back at me. I never thought I could ever feel as relieved as I did right then.
"Who the fuck says she wont dis you, pendejo?"
"The fact that I am not a Mexican trying to be Italian, el stupido!" Jace put out his arm, beckoning me into his warmth. I did it without hesitation, I let him wrap around me, the smell of green apples and vodka filled my nostrils, but not in a bad way. Jace wasn't drunk, but he smelt like whatever he drank, and it smelt good. I wanted to lick it off his lips.
"Man, fuck both of you!" The poser stormed away from us as we watched him disappear into the crowd. Jace let go of me to turn and look down at my face.
"Are you okay?" He shouted at me over the blaring music, but I only answered him with a kiss. I needed a distraction, or relief. Whatever it was I needed it. I felt terrible tonight and only this would make me feel better. When we finally parted he smiled down at me. No, not a smirk, but a smile. I didn't think anything of it as I tore him away from the crowd and to the nearest restrooms.
When we got in there I pushed him against the wall opposite the stalls, and slammed my lips on to his. He didn't protest, he didn't care. He just moved us so he was the one that was trapping me against the wall. I let my hands slip under his shirt, my nails raking over his chest, and abs. Got he felt so good.
I didn't even realize that he had moved me to the counter. I let out a surprised gasp as he lifted me onto the counter just in between two dirty sinks. He bunched up my silk dress, and bent down in between my thighs. His fingers found their way in the waistband on my undies and slid them down. He didn't take time to bury his face in my center, letting his tongue do the work of my pleasure. I let my head fall back as I let out a loud moan and gripped Jace's hair in between my fingers, and pushing his head further in.
I could feel myself shutter, as my climax was slowly building up. I squeezed my thighs closer together with Jace's head still there. I was letting out whimper after whimper before finally feeling that same impulsive explosion. Jace pulled away from my legs, and came up to kiss me. I tasted myself on his lips, and nearly gasped. His hands gripped my hips tightly and pulled me to the edge of the counter. I brought my hands between us to undo his jeans, first the button, and the zipper echoed throughout the bathroom. I helped him to get his jeans down far enough.
He pulled away before I could push them down too far, and dug his hand into his back pocket, pulling out a condom.
"I didn't forget this time." He smirked, as he opened the package.
"I am on the pill, you know." I giggled.
"Yes indeed, but we're in public, and it will get quite messy without one." He chuckled, and rolled it on before entering me. The same instant feeling erupted in my center when he did so. I cried out from instant contact, as he buried his face in my neck and continued to thrust into me. I rocked back and forth against him, and came off just from him moaning deeply in my ear.
"Fuck! You feel so good." He groaned in my ear, and increased his tempo. I gripped him tightly; I wrapped my arms under his and up his back. My nails dug into his shoulder blades, and my legs clung tightly to his waist.
"Oh God! Please Jace more!" I cried. I could hear giggles, and footsteps coming in and out of the bathroom. I didn't give a damn if a hundred people saw us fucking right there in plane sight. To be perfectly honest it only turned me on even more.
"Fuck yeah!. Fuck her brains out!" I heard a man say, before he left and I heard the door shut. Jace's left hand had found its way into my hair, and was pulling tightly. I cried in both pain and pleasure as with each thrust I was becoming even wetter, and slicker. The sensation of Jace moving in and out of me was euphoric; I was ready to let go at any minute.
"Jace… please… faster… harder."
"Anything for you, Clary." He said back. "Fuck yeah!" He willingly obeyed, he slammed so hard it hurt, but I could care less. I brought my hands down to his buttocks, and pushed, as if guiding him further.
"Clary, I'm gonna…" He gasped. "Please cum with me." Suddenly I felt his hand reach down and played with my clit, and like that the explosion was on edge to erupt. I screamed out in response, both of us thrusting quickly before both finally jerking to a stop when reaching our climaxes. Jace jerked a couple of more times inside me, milking out the rest of him before finally stopping, and letting his breath catch up with him.
I heard cheers from a couple of guys in the corner, before they slowly disappeared out of the bathroom as well. I buried my face in Jace shoulder as we continued to hold each other. I had thought the sex would make me feel better, but the unsettling feeling that I felt in my heart returned the second it was over, and the urge to cry was back.
"Clary…?" Jace's breath grazed my ear. I couldn't answer, I was afraid to. I was afraid the tears would escape even if I just opened my mouth. "Are you okay?" I took a breath, still fighting the tears, and finally said in a shaky voice.
"Just take me away from here. I want to get away…."
I felt Jace nod, and finally pulled out. I didn't see him take off the condom and toss it. I wasn't paying any attention to anything at that point. I was too busy trying to contain myself. He fixed his pants, and put both his hands on my face to make me look at him.
"Where do you want to go?" He asked. His voice was soft, and his eyes were glowing, I was hoping Zac wasn't right after all.
"Anywhere but here." I said. He nodded and took my hand and led me out of the bathroom, and through the crowd of the club. I didn't care to go look for the girls; I just wanted to get away. Jace was contempt to keep my hand in his, not letting a single person in the crowd separate us. We were like a snowplow, just pushing our way through until we reached the exit, and to the parking lot. Not having any clue that someone saw us leave together…
Aww poor clary she is feeling so out of place lately.
Home sick.
I know the feeling.
Lets hope Jace makes her feel better.
P.S. Clary is NOT pregnant. I just love it when guys get scared like that... it's kind of cute. =P
So... Good? Bad? Okay? Mediocre? Worth your wait?
How did you like the fact that Jace and Clary were screwing in front of a whole bunch of people and not giving a damn? *wiggles eyebrows*
Too much? Let me know...
Oh... and I got a complaint that I don't have the characters doing commentaries anymore... you're right. I have missed them... =)
Me: JAAAACE!
Jace: *sprints into the living room* what?
Me: The fans miss you.
Jace: *Smirks* they do now?
Me: uh-huh!
Jace: Well no need to fear, Jace The Man is here!
Me: Good for you, now go away.
Jace: huh? I thought they missed me?
Me: They do, I just needed you to make an appearance to shut them up.
Jace: I feel unappreciated by you.
Me: Will you give me a break? I couldn't think of anything!
Jace: So instead you decide to hurt my feelings? Wow... you're a real nice person.
Me: ... Sorry?
Jace: Too late! *Storms away in mock sadness*
Me: ... *sigh*
