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"Yes, I know but it also means I'll be claimed" Clary says, Jonathon stares at her. "Is that so bad?" He questions, his eyes flashing.

"I barely know you Jonathon . I'd hardly want to be in a relationship with you, from what I've already gathered" Clary brushes her hair to one side, twirling an auburn lock in her clutch. Jonathon 's eyes sparkle.

"And what may I ask have you gathered?" He says, staring into her eyes with much intensity. Usually a guy this confident would go for Malibu Barbie, not a plain Jane like Clary, she thought. She blushed at his closeness.

"You're a player, a jerk and more importantly a panty dropper" Clary says quickly. Jonathon stares at her with mock hurt. "Have you been asking about me Fairchild?" He smirks. "Is that all you care about?" She asks, incredulously.

"I'm not a player, nor a jerk, nor a panty dropper, whatever the hell that is..." He says, while shrugging his shoulders. "I don't use girls, they throw themselves at me and offer me something, I may or may not want. It's up to them, whether its sex or an make out session. I give them what they give me simple as that" He says. As if he'd care less about this whole conversation.

"Right..." She hums. "I just think before we 'date' we should get to know each other as friends first" She says. His eyes darken. "Is that really what you want?" He asks, moving dangerously close to her.

"Yes Jonathon, I just don't want to end up one of your victims, who has their heartbroken or as you put it 'Get what they give you'" Clary moves and opens the door. "I think for now, we'd be better of just being friends. You can see whoever you want, since it'll probably be hard to keep your hands off of Malibu Barbie" She calls over her shoulder, stalking off.

"We've been waiting for almost twenty minutes what the hell were you doing?" Alec asks. She frowns. "I was talking to someone" She answers, getting in the car. "Where's Isabelle and Magnus?" She questions, as he gets in the drivers seat. "Isabelle's hanging out with Aline and Kaelie for some reason and Magnus went to the movie set" He says. '

"Great..." Clary mutters. "What's wrong?" Alec presses the gas, as they speed down the streets of Beverly Hills, LA. "Nothing..." Clary grumbles. "I know somethings up so what is it?" He says, putting his seat belt on, Clary does the same. "It's just... It figures Isabelle would be friends with the bitch squad, they all click together" She mumbles. Alec shrugs.

"Sometimes I wish you were my blood sister, Clary you're better than all of those sluts, Isabelle included. Izzy is no better than them" He breathes, I shrug. "You're right, she is no better than them. She totally ignored me today, I called her to sit with me at lunch and she totally ignored me. She's just as fake and pathetic as the rest of them. I really missed you and Magnus though" She says, squeezing his arm.

"I know, you've only said it a million times" He smiles. "So who were you talking to?" He asks. Clary sighs. "Just some boy" she leans back into the seat. "Can you elaborate?" He raises a brow. She frowns. "It doesn't matter Alec" She says. "Can we go to the studio?" She asks, he nods, making a u-turn. "Are you really going on a date with Sebastian tonight?" He asks. Clary nearly flips a shit.

"WHAT!?" She screams. "Sebastian told all the guys that you were going to Kaelie's party together as dates" He says. Clary's eyes darken. "When?" She asks, venomously. "While you were gone talking to 'some boy' He told us he asked you in first period" Alec explains. "Well I'm not, he asked me and I said no, we could go as friends. Now I'm not going at all" She huffs.

"You sure?" Alec asks. "Yes" Clary says. Alec opens his mouth, but Clary speaks. "Don't you dare say you'll stay home with me. Magnus wants to go and you're going" She scolds, he chuckles. "Yes, Mommy" He rolls his eyes. When he pulls up in front of the studio, she hops out of the car and runs to the set building. Magnus is yelling, as she nears the building and enters. She see's Magnus and her mother, in a heated argument.

"You're ridiculous! Red and orange? This isn't some dinosaur of the ages show!" Magnus screams, his face red. "Work with it! Jace makes anything work" Jocelyn shouted. "You are unbelievable you know that?" He seethes. "I want those colors Magnus, I don't care if your gay intuition tells you they don't match. Bring them into the scene!" She shouts, Clary's eyes widen.

"I'm Bisexual, you know that. I don't go around shouting out your life style choices out loud, because believe me. You have alot, like Clary's father for one!" He snaps, stepping in front of her. "Don't you dare go there Magnus, work them in" She says, storming off. Clary sneaks past them and goes into a room, shutting the door behind her, she shuts her eyes. Breathing slowly.

"Jocelyn I already told you, I don't want those colors. Magnus is a genius use his ideas" A sexy English accent rings throughout the room. Clary's eyes snap open. "Oh My God! I am so sorry..." She says, her eyes wide. "You're not Jocelyn" He says, turning to face me. "I'm Clary, her daughter. I'm sorry for barging in. It's just it's a screaming match out there. and it's driving me crazy" She sighs.

"Well, lets hope not. You're extremely too sexy to be crazy" He chuckles, she tilts her head to the side. "You just..." He steps closer. "Rapheal, please tell mother I'll see you guys later" He says, the boy in the corner of the room nods and leaves. Clary steps out of the way. Jace steps slower and shuts the door, locking it. He kisses Clary.

Clary wraps her arms around his neck, as he winds his around her waist. Their tongues play tonsil hockey. She massages his mouth with her tongue. She breathes in his scent and moans at his responsiveness. "God..." He groans, trailing kisses against her neck to get much needed air in. "I hate having to hide this..." He pouts. Clary smiles.

"I think the secrecy and hiding is very fun" She says, he slides his hands down her hips and lifts her up, she wraps her legs around his waist and he carries her to the longest sofa, in his dressing room. He lays her down and slides on top of her, capturing her lips with his again. "So, all of this turns you on?" He breathes, kissing her collarbone.

Jace's hands roam over Clary's voluptuous body, his eyes never leaving her own. He's filled with all of her wanton desire. "You're extremely too sexy for your own good" He whispers against her soft skin. Clary tilts her head and kisses his cheek. "I know how you feel Raphael, we only have a month until my birthday, then we can let the whole world know we're together" She says. He smirks.

"I hate this... Jocelyn's doing too much, She's lucky I don't put her flat on her ass for this.. she should only care about your happiness, why does it matter who gives it?" He asks. Clary frowns. "I think it has something to do with my father, I don't know alot, all I know is he's famous, he was older than her and he left her pregnant and alone for some other supermodel" She says.

"Hey, don't frown. I love your smile, now bring it back out" He says, kissing her forehead. He starts to tickle her and Clary laughs, trying to stop him. "J.. Jace!" She squeals, trying to get air in, through each guffaw. "S...s...stop i..it" She squeaks. "Why don't you come to my penthouse tonight?" He asks. "As you know. Alec, Isabelle and Magnus are back in town. they'll only tell my mother I'm not home" She says. Jace scowls.

"That woman shouldn't be called a mother, she's barely been there for you and she gives you things, as if that would make it better" He sighs. Clary flips them over, so she's on top, she straddles his hips. "No matter how I feel about her, she's my mother, she gave me life and I owe her for that" She says, her eyes twinkling. "I guess so, I mean we never would have met if it hadn't been for her drunken stupor" He laughs.

"Do you really want to talk about my mom or make out?" She arches her brow. He snorts, cupping the back of her neck, he pulls her back to him and crashes his lips to hers, tasting the unique strawberry like usual. It's intoxicating, making him want more, every time he's in contact with her and that familiar vanilla and peaches smell. She's perfect in every way.

He lets out a rumble, sounding close to a groan. As she caresses his tongue, she lets her hands roam down his shirt and under. She slowly pulls it over his head, breaking their kiss for a few seconds, she kisses him again. Running her small hands over ever inch of muscle and abs. Jace kisses and licks the soft skin between her neck and shoulder. sliding his hands to the hem of her shirt.

"Maybe you should make up an excuse..." He lets out, as her shirt gets thrown across the room. He moves his arm over her flat, toned stomach. To her bra, he kisses the skin of bare breasts thats available. Clary arches her back moaning. "I...I... Oh.. god" She lets out a shaky breath, as he unclasps her bra. He throws it over his head, massaging her soft curves.

"What do you want Clary?" Jace says, kissing in between her breasts. "I.. I wan-" she's cut off by a knock. "Jace we're ready for you!" Jocelyn calls, from behind the door. Clary's eyes widen and she gets up quickly. Jace groans, from frustration. He helps her put her bra back on, then he pulls her shirt back over her head. He grabs his shirt and walks towards the door. "I'm going to lead her away" He whispers, Clary nods.

He opens the door as Clary hides. "Jocelyn" He greets, trying not to sound as pissed as he is. "Jace" She smiles. He steps out, closing the door behind him. "May I ask who that lovely lady moaning in there was?" She asks, he tenses before saying. "Just this stupid video Raphael left on" He shrugs Jocelyn nods. "I told my daughter to come meet you Saturday, at noon. Nina will give you her number so you can tell her where to meet you" Jocelyn says, waking off.

"Alright" He says, walking after her.

Clary slowly closes the door, sighing. "Caught you red handed!" A familiar voice says. Clary spins around to see Magnus smirking. "Huh?" She says, her eyes widened. "You two were so about to have sex!" He chuckles. "How'd you..." She sputters. He points. "Your hair is messy, like sex hair and you guys were moaning and groaning." Magnus says.

Clary blushes. "You can't tell anyone!" She exclaims. "How long has this little rendezvous been going on?" He asks. Clary glances around the hallway before speaking. "A year and a half" She breathes. Magnus claps his hands together. "Oh... so you guys were together while he was in New York?" He raises a brow. "Since I was sixteen, we didn't want to tell anyone because of mom... and the age difference" She says.

"You mean the fact that he's twenty three and your seventeen?" He asks. "Magnus I'll be eighteen in a month" She scolds. "It's none of my business, are you exclusive? I mean everyone's been saying he's gay..." Magnus says. Clary rolls her eyes. "What because he hasn't been with any girl, were a secret for a reason, which you now know. We'll go public on my birthday" She says.

"Good... because you're too cute to be kept in the closet" He laughs. Clary giggles. "I so can't wait... just twenty one more days" She smiles. Magnus puts his arm around her shoulders. "Yep and this party will be the party of the century. We've already started planning, we've got so many artists and celebrity guests. I swear it'll be the talk of the century for years!" He exclaims, she shrugs.

"Better than my sweet sixteen?" She raises a brow. "Better" He says, Clary's sweet sixteen was in New York, that's where she met Jace. The best thing to ever happen to her in all her life. "I don't think so, but you can try she smiles" He scoffs, as hey make their way to the set. Jace is in different clothing and he's doing the scene where the detective -Alex Pettyfer- is questioning the bad guy -Jace-.

Clary watches as they argue on camera. She smiles, she loves his accent and the way he acts. He's number four on Maxim's top 100 successful and sexy men. She smiles to herself thinking of all the girls who he could be with, but instead chooses hers. That makes her feel even more important and needed.