I will probably consider making this a full-length story if it is requested. I am open to a beta on this if someone wants to help me with this one!

I am rich, so what? I have followers, no biggy. I am beautiful, yawn. I get my way and that's just the way things work, until it isn't.

Enjoy something a little different, I fell in love with this idea the second I thought of it. Clace, Sizzy, Malec, the usual, enjoy! This story will be rated m, for all the fun stuff. Feel free to drop some ideas, they are always welcome.

Chapter 1

Maybe I like it when people look at me - that little rush of confidence that runs through me when people say my name every five minutes. That's just me, I love being loved. I love being the it-girl, most beautiful, confident, charming young lady that I have made myself out to be. Here's the thing, my parents have this kind of "total trust" in me so I pretty much do whatever I want, they only ask that I keep my cell phone on me at all times. They're work takes them out of the city all of the time anyways, so I have pretty much spent the last two years of high school on my own, my friends, and Netflix. That's how I keep my image so clean, I don't actually get myself into that much trouble.

So, in case you were wondering, I am in fact, watching reruns of Pretty Little Liars on Netflix with the biggest bowl of popcorn that I could manage to make. I feel like I don't have enough drama in my life so I watch this crap to make me feel good about myself. At least I have never been arrested, I smirk to myself as this episode ends with a cliff hanger.

I roll my eyes at my lack of productiveness and take a bathroom break. By the time I get back to my blanket at chair, my phone has received 10 messages. I hate group chats.

Izzy: My brothers want to do a party tonight, everyone in?

Maia: Iz, it's like already 3pm.

Jordan: We're in

Maia: Pick me up please?

Jordan: Be there in an hour

Izzy: Perfect

Simon: Yeah, I'll pick up Clary on my way in

Johnathon: Has she left the couch at all today?

Simon: No

Me: What the hell guys? I had a date with Netflix tonight

Johnathon: Loner

Me: Jerk

Johnathon: Loser

Izzy: GUYS - YOU ARE IN THE SAME HOUSE

Johnathon: Actually, I am with Sebastian right now, his phone is dead, but we're in

Magnus: I'll be there

Johnathon: Seb wants to know if he can bring his cousin, Aline is in town and wants to come

Izzy: More the merrier

Johnathon: K

I shut my phone off and tell Simon to give me 30 minutes. I dry shampoo my hair, and perfume myself until I stop smelling like a caveman that has been watching Netflix for three days straight. My choice of a party outfit consists of ripped faded skinny jeans, a red sequined tank top that passes for a crop top, and high healed black ankle boots. My hair goes up in a loose bun because I haven't actually brushed it lately and put some makeup on my face. By the time I am done, I look like a presentable human being, and less like a dinosaur.

Simon: I'm outside my phone reads when I pick it up from the center of my bed. I walk through the multiple hallways and a staircase it takes me to reach the front door and meet Simon in the driveway. I drop him a grin as I slide into the passenger side of his car.

"Looking good for a girl who just broke up with Netflix for the rest of the summer," Simon says grinning back to me before we take off down the road.

"No one said anything about breaking up with Netflix, I still have one more week on that relationship," I retorted. We both laugh a little at my lame attempt for a joke. By the time I can find a good song on the radio, we are parked outside of the Lightwood house - more like mansion but whatever.

"Are you ready for this?" Simon asks me while he gets my door for me.

"Watch me," I stated simply taking his hand to guide myself up from the car, and into the house.

Walking into the Lightwood house is like stepping into an episode of Dream Homes. The second my boots hit the inside of the house, Izzy was there to greet me like the best friend that she is.

"Are we the last ones here?" I asked returning her hug. She had to keep her shoulders back because of the low cut, V-neck, way too short dress that she's wearing. "Dress to impress, I can't agree more, it looks perfect on you," I complimented her.

"As well as you, darling," she said in return. "The boys are all out back, they made it here like 10 minutes ago. They are waiting on the alcohol from Magnus and Alec to get here. I don't know how they managed it, but they did."

Looking around the room, there looks to be about 20 other people here that I have only seen a few times from school. I get a chorus of "Hey Clary," as I walk through the room to get to the outside. I notice Johnathon sitting on a bench next to Jace and Sebastian, with a group of girls barely covered by their bikinis standing in front of them.

"They look like they are begging at their feet for scraps," I scowl as Simon meets me at the back door. Johnathon waves to me and I take the invitation.

"Now, now," I say breaking up the group of girls. "I heard one of these fine gentlemen would love a date for this Saturday night. First one to get plastered wins." I barely finish my snarky and false promise to them before they go running inside to find some alcohol to smash.

"Well that wasn't nice," I hear from behind me.

"Oh," I say in mock innocence, "you didn't invite me over here to get rid of the whores for you? My bad, I'll let you catch an STD next time." By the end of my sarcastic remark, I am grinning from ear to ear. Johnathon and Jace give each other that look, they've always shared that look when they were planning something. For a moment, I almost regret what I did, but not quite because I know they'll thank me later.

Before I can catch a proper footing, I am tripping over Johnathon's foot and being caught by Jace. These two have always been awful to me, it's like having two older brothers and not wanting either one of them.

I am thrown in the pool before I can even protest being lifted in the air. I never let go of Jace's shoulders so he came tumbling in after me like a sack of potatoes.

"Do you know how unattractive you looked falling in after me?" I said rubbing water out of my eyes. Jace gave me a look for a second before returning to his regularly scheduled arrogance. An arrogance that actually rivaled my own.

"Oh sweetheart," he said in a low and husky voice. It actually threw me off my game for a split second to hear him talk to me like that. "Nothing I do is unattractive." He stands just a few inches from me but I don't let him get to me.

"There's a first for everything," I said sounding equally as seducing. His eyes flicked to my tank top momentarily and I took advantage of the moment to tease him. "Looks like I'm soaked through, I'll have to take it off now," I barely whispered as I walked by him to the pool steps. I looked back at him for a split second to see his eyes fixed on me like I completely dumbfounded him. I took my shirt by its hem and looked him dead in the eye. A moment later I gave him a devil's smirk and lifted it over my head, slowly at first and then let it fall to the ground with grace. His eyes were glued to my bikini top, which has a sweetheart neckline and is royal blue with a lacy finish. Izzy helped me pick it out at the beginning of summer.

Jonathon threw a plastic noodle at him to get his attention which has been fixed on me since my comment he didn't see coming. He hoped out of the pool and deliberately stood facing me so Johnathon and Seb had their backs to me while they laughed about something, probably me. The idea of them laughing at me made me want to make them suffer but I settled for a cocky grin at Jace instead.

He held my eye contact for just a moment too long before he did what every other girl in a two-mile radius has been waiting for, he took off his shirt. As the girls started to stare and eyes started roaming over him it made me a little angry that he took all of the attention like that. As if on cue Johnathon and Seb followed and the shirts got thrown into a pile. If these girls had it their way, those shirts will end up burned so they can't put them back on for the rest of the night.

The three of them walked right where I stood with Simon and that's when I saw it, I wasn't sure at first but it was there. Jace Herondale licked his lips at me. The thought made me want to punch him, more correctly, Johnathon want to punch him. By the death stare he just sent Jace, I wasn't the only one who noticed his little attempt at flirting with me.

Jace put his hands up in surrender to my brother who shook it off the moment a blonde walked up practically wearing nothing to cover herself with. Behind her came three others exactly like her. Jace put his hand out to one who took it too fast and greedily. Now I really feel like vomiting.

"Clary," I hear as a pair of fingers snap in front of my face. I focus my attention to Simon who has his hand out for me to follow him. "Izzy said that Alec and Magnus are back with the alcohol, it's time for beer pong."

I took my place at the table where cups were being filled with beer and probably being spiked with some kind of other drink. I waited for my usual partner to take his place beside me.

"Who are we playing this time," I hear from beside me. I look to my left and see Jordan grinning from ear to ear as Jace and Johnathon are the ones to step up to the other side. There's a massive crowd now gathering around the table as if this was some kind of Olympic tryout or something.

All the while, I can't take my eyes off the blonde hanging off his arm. I force myself to look away but they manage to keep traveling back to the pair of arms that held me in the water just a few moments ago.

"These guys can't win Jacey," I heard from the chick's mouth. I was about ready to let myself fall to the floor with laughter before I heard. "If you win this, I'll have a surprise waiting for you upstairs." My entire body felt like it was just drained of all motivation and I felt like going to bed now. The only thing that kept me going was the challenging look in Jace's face, and my own stubbornness that wants him to lose so he can't have that one-night stand if I win.

"Game on."