Chapter 2

The Way He Made Her Wild

"Oh and recently I've been sleeping with your mother."

Clary looked over in surprise at Simon's voice. "What? Oh…" She rolled her eyes at the gangly young man with messy dark hair and glasses. "Sorry, I was in La-La Land." She muttered to him.

He laughed at her and slung his arm around her shoulder. "It's okay, I know this wait-line is taking forever. It's one of the negatives of going on premiere night. Thanks for coming with me, though." He said genuinely, squeezing her shoulder before letting go.

She smiled at him casually. "No problem. I couldn't let you be that big of a nerd and go alone to one of these things. Which superhero is this one about, again?" Clary heard Simon's excited voice answer her and ramble on about the plot. She paid vague attention as she picked at the remnants of her popcorn.

Clary abruptly cut Simon off. "Right, well, I'm going to go get a refill now then, before they let us in. Hold my spot."

Simon nodded and pulled out his phone while Clary retreated to the concession stand. As Clary approached the concession worker, he smiled and winked at her. "What can I get you, babe?" He asked, obviously trying to flirt with her. She noticed that he was pretty cute but, probably still in High School.

Clary smiled politely. "Just a refill." She said handing him her popcorn bag.

"Alright, we just had to reset the machine so, it will be a few minutes." He replied taking her bag. The boy opened his mouth to continue talking her up but, closed it as he saw another customer waiting. He gave her an apologetic smile and shrugged.

Clary stepped to the side and leaned against the soda maker. Absentmindedly, she picked up the draw string of her jacket and twirled it against her cheek. Her eyes lazily followed the crowd around the room all the way to her shoulder where she spotted a head of golden curls. Clary unhurriedly moved on admiring a girl's shoes before it suddenly dawned on her…

She immediately did a double take, whipping her head so hard around that she was sure she would feel it in the morning.

Holy shit. It was him.

Apparently the new saying was 'THINK of the devil and the devil shall appear' and boy was the devil looking good these days. Clary kicked herself for even going there but, she swallowed hard, her throat now parched. His signature gold locks were still long, curling around his ears and just sweeping the back of his neck. Honestly, he looked great, for all that she heard he was up to… His skin was still a warm tan and he was clean shaven. She thought she even saw a glimmer of a piercing in one of his ears. He was smiling mischievously down at the girl in front of him and casually chewing some gum. He lifted a leather jacket covered sleeve to flirtatiously pull at the hem of the girl's shirt.

Somewhere in the distance of her mind she heard someone saying "Miss, your popcorn is ready?"

"Uh huh…" She murmured without thinking. She was too busy gawking at her once heart's desire and apparently his new one. Although, who was she kidding, Jace never did the whole girlfriend thing. But, what if all that had changed? You think he would have called her. Clary mentally kicked herself once more. That dick wouldn't have called her…

Clary was leaning heavily around the counter to get a better look. Her eyes wide and jaw slack leaving her mouth open to catch flies. She watched as the girl he was with grabbed his hand and began pulling him toward the arcade.

As if finally sensing her gaze, Jace's eyes glanced over, promptly meeting hers. The content face he once held instantly dropped into the same shock Clary imagined she was wearing, as well. As the girl pulled him away his eyes refused to leave hers. His head turning almost all the way over his shoulder in an exorcist like fashion before, snapping back to his front.

As realization settled that it was the Jace Wayland she had just made eye contact with, her own eyes began to bug out of her head.

"Shit!" she hissed. Clary quickly snagged her new bag of popcorn and fast walked it back over to the theater area. She sighed in relief as she saw the line finally entering the theater. Clary found Simon and linked her arm through his as they entered the theater to find their seats. Once seated, Clary finally let herself breathe.

"Are you okay? You look like you just saw a ghost?" Simon questioned her, concerned.

"Just about…" She mumbled, more to herself than to him.

As the theater was rapidly filling up, the lights began to dim and the volume of the speakers increased. Clary loved going to the cinema. It was just like reading a good book. She was able to block everything else out and get lost in an alternate reality for a bit. However, apparently, her current reality had other plans. Clary stilled her breathing as she saw that same angel haired, gum chewing, James Dean dressing bastard walk around the stair well.

She quickly whipped out her cell phone and pretended to be very interested in the wallpaper on her home screen. In her peripherals she could see him. He was gesturing that the girl and him should sit either in her row or the one behind her. The girl, thankfully, insisted that they sit farther up to the top and Jace followed.

The movement of the guests slowly died down as the previews began to play. Clary could hear Simon whisper comments about which ones he would want to see. Yet, Clary was too nervous now to comment on any sort of conversation. She felt a little sorrow at the thought that Jace now triggered her anxiety. In fact, in the past he had always been the person she was most comfortable with…

That night at the theater, after the usher promptly escorted them out, Jace left with his friends without a word and Clary retreated to Isabelle's house for a sleepover. Jace never called or tried to make any contact with her. Clary, though, wasn't surprised. A little disappointed maybe but, she knew he was older and chasing after 8th grade girls was not part of his reputation. Still, there couldn't have been a better moment or boy for her first kiss. She accepted that she was blessed that night and moved on. She didn't run into him again until the next year when she started high school.

She felt confident that morning catching up with friends she missed over the summer. Once 3rd period rolled around she headed to AP Bio. As soon as she walked through the door her emerald eyes met his golden ones.

Upon seeing her, Jace slowly formed a cat like grin. He cockily chewed his gum in appreciation as he kicked up his legs, casually resting his boots on a nearby chair. He reached up his arms and laced his fingers behind his head for support. His eyes travelled greedily from her legs all the way up. She couldn't have changed that much in a year?

Clary's friend, who she may have made out with a couple times over the summer, called her over to sit by them. By Jace. Clary's friend, Will, introduced her to a couple people and then to Jace, who he knew through football.

Jace who had been smiling like a cocky idiot at her the whole time quickly piped up. "Oh, we know each other." Jace stated, obviously implying something.

Will gave Clary a questioning look at Jace's tone. Clary rolled her eyes at him.

"What? We're friends." She uttered, giving Jace a pointed look. She knew that in between the lines she and Jace were having a separate conversation. She was more asking Jace if they could be friends, if he wanted to be friends.

As the teacher entered the classroom, Jace removed his hands from behind his head and kicked his feet off the chair. "Yeah, we're friends." He said softly with a light smile before turning around to his desk.

Clary turned to her desk, as well, and pursed her lips trying to fight a grin. And just like that the butterflies were back…

Over the next couple weeks Clary and Jace were indeed friends, in AP Bio that is. They didn't hang out on the weekends or even say 'hi' to each other in the halls. They had other friends for that. Yet, in class they would chat and laugh with their mutual friends, copy each other's answers on tests, and Clary often caught Jace watching her with that panty dropping smirk.

One day, while trying to take notes, her focus was very well nonexistent with his eyes continuously ogling her. She knew, irritably, that he did it just to bother her. She then, passed a quick note to his desk next to her, asking him what kind of game he was playing. He wrote back quickly and Clary blushed pink at his reply. It simply read 'I told you, I like your freckles.'

The following week was Gabriel Lightwood's big Halloween party. His parents were very wealthy and minimally aware. Put those together and you get the biggest high school event of the year, though many college students attended, as well. The party wouldn't be complete without the best liquor and drugs that money could buy. Clary and her friends were ecstatic for the entertainment the night would hold. They decided to go as the classic top three sexy costumes: Maia a cop, Isabelle a nurse and Clary a school girl.

Upon arriving to the mansion, the girls could hear the thumping bass all the way down the street but as they walked up the long drive they could hear the blaring music playing inside. They stopped to say hi and hug and few girlfriends out front before moving through the double entry way. They stepped into a large open ceiling foyer that led into an evening larger open ceiling living room. The room was dark besides the strobe and multi-color disco lights. It was packed from wall to wall with people in half naked costumes moving against one another. Clary and her friends all held hands and made their way through the crowd, shouldering people out of the way to reach the back doors leading to the outside terrace.

Once they were outside, there was actually room to move around on the giant patio and yard. To her right Clary saw people crowded around an open bar and a swimming pool full of topless girls. Farther around the left yard she saw a couple bonfire pits set up. Maia announced that she saw her boyfriend Kyle by the bar so Clary and Isabelle followed her over to get a couple drinks. They were careful not get splashed by the pool. Although, several soaked guys tried to come up and hug them.

Clary decided to just take one shot. She didn't need her senses clouded to have fun. After a little bit, Isabelle pointed to where she saw her brother. Clary and Isabelle made their way over to Alec, sitting on a hay bale with Jace passing a bong back and forth.

For the first time, Jace did not look at her with his sultry grin. He was too high and unaware and she didn't really like it.

"Ugh! My eyes, Isabelle, put a sweater on." Alec voiced lamely in disgust.

Isabelle rolled her eyes at him and accepted the bong and lighter he passed her. After taking a hit she offered to Clary who shook her head in decline. Jace quickly snagged it from Isabelle and took a long hit. He placed it down next to him, still holding his smoke. With a long finger he ushered Clary to come closer. Confused, she leaned down to him. With his hand he gently caressed the side of her cheek and neck pulling her face centimeters from his. For a moment she was mesmerized by his hooded eyes and thought he was about to kiss her. Jace then leisurely opened his mouth and breathed out the bitter smoke into her face, forcing her to inhale. At first, Clary willing ingested Jace's second hand breath, nonetheless, as soon as it hit her lungs she began to cough irrepressibly and shoved away from him.

Jace and her other friends began to laugh hysterically as Clary regained her breath. She began to laugh at her own pathetic self but, it only brought on another coughing fit. Jace reached out to grab her hand and pull her closer to him. Clary settled herself down now and was breathing even again.

"Hey! I'm sorry, I just couldn't resist!" He said, speaking loudly over the music. His eyes were still dancing with humor.

"That was actually really sexy at first!" Isabelle purred as she gave Jace a thumbs-up. Jace winked confidently back at her.

He looked back up to Clary from his seat on the hay bale. He let go of her hand and placed it around the back of her thigh, squeezing slightly.

"So what are you? A slutty school girl?" He examined, inspecting her plaid skirt and white button-down tied in a knot at her breasts.

"I'm a sexy school girl, actually. Maybe, slutty later on. I don't know, it's still early!" She said jokingly and stuck her tongue out at him. His return smile was wide and genuine.

For the first time, Clary observed the costumes Jace and Alec were wearing. Alec wore nothing but black pants. He was shirtless besides the bow tie around his neck and white cuffs attached to each wrist. She didn't even want to ask about his costume. Looking at Jace, Clary didn't notice much difference from what he usually wore. He had his favorite leather jacket and underneath, a simple white t-shirt with jeans. The only change she noticed was that he now had his hair slicked back with gel.

"And what are you supposed to be?" She questioned, matching his previous skeptical tone.

"Oh, yes…" He spoke amused with himself. He quickly reached in the inside of his jacket and pulled out a single cigarette. Putting it between his lips he took out his lighter to lite the end. After a beat, he stowed the lighter and put his arms out to the sides, smiling up at her. "Ta-da! I'm a greaser."

Clary could tell he was obviously pleased with his cleverness but, she was not amused. Pot was one thing but, tobacco was just gross. "Ew." She stated bluntly. Swiftly, she snagged the roll-up from his lip and dropped it on the ground. With her one of her Mary-Jane heels she then stepped on it, twisting deep into the dirt beneath.

Unhurriedly, Jace stood up in front of her. "Jeez! Well alright then, Sandy…But my costume just won't be the same without it." He spoke with indifference, apparently not too irritated by her action.

"I think you'll live...In fact, I just made sure of it." She said, sassing him. Her disapproval was clear.

Jace chuckled slightly at her fierce tone. "Good lookin' out." He mumbled. He reached up a hand to lightly tug on one of her piggy tails before walking away.

Several hours later, Clary wasn't sure how many exactly but, she found herself still in the basement. There was another dance party going on down there and smoke filled the room. The colored lights were reflecting off the cloudy air.

Clary could feel the bass bumping through her limbs. She slid slowly down the boy's torso and then back up again, sticking her behind farther out. She then bent over to touch the floor, grinding her ass into his crotch. It wasn't the boy she was focusing on, in truth, she was sure she had gone through several different guys since she started dancing. To Clary, it just felt good to let go, to get lost in the music. As she was swaying to the music, she felt a new pair of hands on her but, that was okay she did not mind.

All of a sudden, the voices of the room got louder. They were yelling over the music. Clary opened her eyes and saw the other teen bodies scattering around the room to reach the stairs. Through the yelling, she could make out the word 'Police.' From behind, someone roughly pushed past her shoulder. It easily through her small frame off balance and knocked her to the floor.

"Clary! Let's go!" She heard a familiar voice shout.

She looked up from her hands and knees to see Jace shoving past the crowd to get to her. He quickly leaned down to grab her arms and yanked her to her feet. He looked deathly serious as he looked back to the crowded staircase. His eyes hastily scanned the room before settling on high window in the back behind the speakers. He dragged her to the window and easily boosted her up through it. Clary grabbed on to Jace's hand pulling him up after her. Once free from the basement, Jace took off toward the trees along the side yard, pulling Clary behind him.

She abruptly stopped to a halt, reaching back toward the mansion away from his grip. "Wait, my friends!" She exclaimed, now panicked that the other girls would get caught.

"Trust me they have people to take care of them, now let me take care of you!" He said, eagerly pulling her toward the tree line. This time she let him and hoped he was right about Isabelle and Maia. They ran through several backyards and Clary tried not to eat shit in her high heels. They finally came to a curb side where Jace had parked his car. He let go of Clary's hand and opened the door for her.

Clary hesitated, inspecting Jace. "Are you sure you're okay to drive?" She murmured.

Jace dramatically rolled his eyes at her. "Clary, we have been here for hours. I have sobered up. Now get in, you don't need to get in trouble and neither do I."

Under Jace's authoritative tone, Clary leaped into the car. She was pretty sure she wouldn't have gotten into any trouble if she did get caught. She had only had one shot when she first arrived and that was probably out of her system by now. She was mainly worried about Jace running into the authorities. He was already skating on thin ice with them.

Jace drove the opposite direction of the house, stealthily turning the corner when he saw upcoming flashing lights at the neighbor entrance. He drove around until Clary saw the entrance for St. Xavier Elementary School. She forgot that it was attached to this neighborhood.

Jace discreetly pulled in the parking lot and drove around to park the car on the opposite side of the building. He turned off the car and blew out a long breath, slumping in his seat. "We'll wait here for a bit till it dies down." He said softly.

Clary wasn't sure if it was the adrenaline, the good time she had at the party, or maybe the second hand smoke working on her but, she felt giddy. A small giggle escaped her lips.

"Well that was rush!" She blurted out.

Jace gave her a funny look and shook his head, smirking at her goofy outburst.

Clary relaxed and undid the straps of her Mary Jane's. She dropped them on the car floor in front of her and comfortably stretched her legs out, placing her feet in Jace's lap. He stiffened for a moment before relaxing and gently resting his hand on her ankle. With her costume she wore sheer white stockings that cut off in lace trim just above her knee. In the back of her mind Clary noted that her mother would have probably killed her if she saw what her promiscuous fourteen year old daughter was wearing.

Jace was unconsciously running his hands up down the soft material covering her calf. He then took one of her feet in both hands and massaged it gently as he kept watch out the window.

The high heels had been killing Clary's feet. Jace's dexterous hands rubbing out the kinks of her muscles felt amazing. She let her head rest against the glass window and closed her eyes. I small moan escaped her lips. She felt Jace immediately pause his movements and her eyes popped open to meet his. They were slightly smoldered but his brow furrowed as he watched her intently.

"Sorry, that felt good." She said slightly embarrassed.

Jace smirked at her and began to only run his finger up her calf once again.

"So, do you think I hit slutty school girl tonight?" She asked him, with a sideways grin and raising an eyebrow.

Jace matched her expression. "Oh yeah… You're a pretty good dancer. I'm sure Thomas enjoyed his lap dance." He said, gripping the top of the steering wheel.

Clary leaned toward him and playfully swatted his arm. "I did not give anyone a lap dance!" She declared indignantly.

Jace laughed and held up his palms in surrender. Clary relaxed back against the door again.

"So, you were watching me?" Clary asked knowingly, quietly smiling to herself.

Jace did not look at her. "Eh, there were some sketchy people there. I just didn't want to anyone to take advantage of you." He said picking at the lent on his jeans, the lent that wasn't actually there.

"You didn't want to dance with me?" Clary continued to question him.

"You seemed pretty busy." He replied. He looked up at her and shrugged, indifferent.

Clary swallowed. In a moment of courage, she pulled herself forward and crawled across the center console to straddle his lap. Jace's eyes widen in surprise but, he reached down to the side of the seat scooting it backward to allow her more room.

"Did you want a lap dance?" She whispered seductively and leaning into his chest.

Jace rested his head back against his seat and observed her curiously. He crossed his arm against his chest. "You're awfully bold tonight, little girl." He said sternly.

"Fine…" Copying Jace, Clary crossed her arms over her chest and leaned back away from him. "Next move is yours."

Jace's face slowly became serious and he lowered his arms. His lips began to part slightly and his eyes searched her face, his pupils slowly dilating.

Clary could feel her pulse increasing under his intense, scrutinizing gaze. She meant what she said, the next move was his and she refused to be the one to break.

Jace's eyes swiftly met hers. In an instant, he reached forward clasping the back of her neck and crushing her lips to his. They quickly broke the kiss, Clary gasping for air. Jace kissed her again, hungrily. His lips were urgent but gentle against hers and it made Clary's head swim. She threaded her fingers into his slicked back curls which were surprisingly still soft. She tugged slightly and a groaned escaped from his throat. Clary ran her hands down and over his shoulders, pushing off the sleeves of his jacket. Jace let go of her and pulled the sleeves off. He carelessly through it into the back seat, his lips never leaving hers.

Then, he reached up and nimbly undid the knot of her shirt at her breasts. With one hand, he reached around and splayed her fingers against her lower back, pressing her against him. With the other hand, Jace slowly ran his hand up her stomach and then over her lace bra and atop her subtle breasts. His hand continued to travel upward, in a feather light touch, over her collar bone and along her neck and jaw. With his thumb he pressed against her chin, pulling it down so that his tongue could explore her mouth. Clary kissed him back matching his passion. She relished in the electricity he sent through her skin.

Gradually, Jace slowed his aggression and sensually gave her delicate smooches, his tongue darting out slowly every while to taste her. He brought his hand from her neck down to her thigh against his. Ever so slowly he pushed his hand farther up her thigh, slipping it under the fabric of her plaid mini skirt. It ran all the way up to her hip where he dug his fingers into her skin, gripping her tightly. He instinctually kissed her hard once more as if he couldn't get close enough.

Under her skirt, Jace slipped his fingertips under the seam line of her lace panties. He gracefully dragged his fingertips down the seam till they hovered over her sex. Jace slowed the kiss once more and pulled back looking into her eyes. His eyes were dark and hooded with smolder. Hs sweet breath fanned her face and Clary gazed back at him confident, giving him no indication that he should stop.

Jace leaned into her again, his lips pressing against hers with the lightest of touch. With his tongue he seductively ran it along the length of her bottom lip. Simultaneously, Jace let his fingertips delicately graze her already slick folds. Clary could feel the tightening in her lower belly just at his refined touch.

His fingertips pressed more firmly against her now and he maneuvered them around in a circle moistening her. Deliberately, Jace inched a long finger, past her folds, and inside of her. Clary let out a soft whimper of surprise and broke their kiss. Jace pulled back and watched her intently. He slid his finger out but, only to replace it with two fingers this time. Clary's whimper was a little louder this time, her mouth forming an "O" shape. Jace removed his fingers only before thrusting them inside her once more. His continued tantalizing slow pace had Clary's veins singing and she felt a tension she couldn't explain. She lolled her head backwards and closed his enjoying his touch. All of a sudden, Clary felt his thumb circle against her clitoris. It sent a shock through her nervous system making her gasp loudly. She gripped the tops of his shoulders roughly and looked into his eyes once again. He looked back at her, his pupils wide and a slight smile on his lips.

"Does that feel good?" He questioned knowingly, his voice husky. He kneaded his thumb harder against her core, his fingers still pumping inside of her.

Clary bit her lip and nodded slightly at him. She whimpered in pleasure as his fingers mastered her slick sex. Jace leaned forward to envelop her mouth, his tongue demanding against hers. She kissed him back urgent to relieve her building tension in anyway. She dragged her lips along his jaw and down his neck. She suckled lightly at tender skin beneath his ear. She made her way down his neck, grazing with her teeth. Clary ground her pelvis against his torturing hand. She could feel the tightening build and rise up into her chest. Clary sat up gasping for breath.

"You look fucking sexy when you're about to come." Jace uttered, almost a growl. He then curled his fingers inside of her, hitting that sweet spot.

That was her undoing. Clary felt the pressure burst and spread like a warm liquid throughout her body. Jace continued to gently rub her peak and waves of pleasure crashed over. Eventually, Jace released her of his touch and Clary regained her head but, still felt a fading tingle.

He, then, brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked them with ease. Clary blushed as she watched him, her mouth open in astonishment. Catching her curious gaze, Jace smirked and suggestively offered her his thumb. Clary did not break eye contact with Jace and hesitantly leaned in. She puckered her lips surrounding his thumb just to taste the tip.

Abruptly her skin jumped, feeling the vibration of her phone. Clary pulled the cell from her where it was wedged in the waist band.

"Hello?" She answered, a little too breathless.

She could hear the frantic voice of her mother on the other end informing her that it was far past curfew. Clary visibly cringed.

"Okay!" She shouted into the receiver before snapping it shut. Jace looked at her with content waiting for her to speak.

Clary let out a long sigh and leaned her forehead against his, looking down at his chest. "I need you to take me home." She said in a sullen mumble.

Jace chuckled at her disappointment. He then released a dramatic sigh of his own. "I'm gonna blue ball so hard tonight…"

Clary buried her face in the crook of his neck trying to suppress her giggles.

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