I have recently noticed something while recovering my fanfic files : between chapters 16 and 20, my chapter number jumped from 18 to, like, 22.
Chapter 24 (I think)
Isabelle said, a bit distantly, "There."
'There' was a large stone structure a few blocks away. The loud thump of music echoed all the way to where Clary stood, and multicoloured lights flickered through the pitch black of the night. "Looks great," Clary replied, sarcastic and unenthusiastic.
"You'll feel great by the time we leave the place."
As the pair neared the entrance, Isabelle simply nodded at the jumper and stepped inside. The thumping music grew significantly louder the closer Clary and Isabelle stepped towards the heart of the club. Young teenagers swayed there hips and waved their arms up at the ceiling. All of them were dressed somewhat punk-ish; whether in black leather, or thin lace. Glancing through the crowd, Clary could have sworn she noticed a bright flash of gold deep in the ocean of eyes. She shook off the feeling and scurried to catch up with her friend.
Clary reached for a deep red drink on one of the tables, but Isabelle smacked her reaching hand away. Clary flashed her a questioning glance-glare.
"It's probably spiked," Isabelle replied with an easy shrug.
There it was again. The flash of gold near the bar across the mosh-pit, this time much closer then the previous flash. Silently, Clary stepped through the maze of bodies to the bar, dazed. She could hear Isabelle calling after her, but her feet had a mind of their own as they stepped over a sprawled foot. Another bright flash came, within a couple feet from Clary. Then, smack she hit a hard chest which somehow found it's way right in front of Clary's path.
"Oh my!" a high pitched - but male - voice screeched, "I'm so sorry!"
A hand reached down and Clary gladly used it at leverage to pull herself up. "It's fine. I have a thing for running into people it seems," she replied with a small grin.
Deeply, the guy who she bumped into chuckled. The guy finally noticed his hand still clasped tightly around Clary's and hastily let go, brushing tendrils of blond-white hair from his eyes to cover it up.
"Erm... nice meeting you, I guess," Clary began, walking off.
"No! Don't go! Let me make up, um, bumping into you. I'm Jonathan (In this case he isn't Clary's bro)"
"It's really nice to meet you Jonathan, but my friend over there is waiting for me, and she is really really impatient."
"How bout' I join you two lovely ladies then."
That statement caused Clary's cheeks to flush slightly, and she hoped the dim lighting covered for her. But Jonathan's amused expression told Clary her cheeks were red enough to shine through the neon lights. "Fine," she agreed reluctantly.
Isabelle found her way to them before Clary could begin leading Jonathan away. "Really, Clary? You wander off to check out some guy?" To Jonathan, "Hi, by the way." He nodded his head with a small smirk.
Jonathan leaned down to Clary's ear an whispered, "Clary as in Clary Fray? The famous girl dating the one and only Jace Herondale? Does that mean you're not available?"
A harsh laugh escaped parted lips before she could prevent it. "Not anymore I'm not, and I want to move on as quick as I can." Clary could feel Jonathan's smile even without looking - or even touching - at him.
The same red liquid from before somehow found itself in Clary's grasp, and despite Isabelle's protests, she sipped a gulp of the mysterious drink. It burned her throat, but she still took another sip, enjoying the slight tangy after taste that remained in her mouth.
The next thing she knew, Jonathan was dragging her to the middle of the room and flinging her around in circles. Clary felt - well she felt free (*cries*... some inside info you all probs don't know about. I 3 the line: I feel free). Her feet traced patterns on the floor and her hands trailed all over Jonathan's chest. Sometime along the way, Isabelle disappeared with some other guy. Like Clary really cared. She was having the time of her life with Jonathan in front of her.
"Let's go somewhere," Jonathan growled in a charming, yet husky, tone. She giggled lightly and let him lead her to a booth. Gently, Jonathan layed her down on the red leather seat and stared down at here. Then he was on top of her, running his tongue across her lower lip, clashing his teeth with hers, running his hands lightly along her back, grabbing fistfuls of red hair. A deliberate clearing of throat sounded from behind their booth. Surprised, Clary noticed a certain golden head peering down at them suspiciously.
Clary narrowed her eyes at the sight of Jace. "What are you doing here?"
"What? Am I not allowed to go to a public club and watch out for my girlfriend?"
Jonathan cut in, "I thought you said-"
"We're not," Clary answered.
In a unnaturally cheery voice, Jace said, "Well if you don't mind, I'd rather not see my girlfriend off cheating with some other guy so... publicly. Please move to a private storage closet or something, it would be a rather vile sight to see you two undressing and - oh, nevermind, it's too disturbing. Carry on now, go ahead, don't mind me."
Clary grabbed for Jonathan's arm and dragged him away, "Let's do that."
That's when the first punch was thrown.
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