The room is dark except for a crack in the window. I feel my way around to what feels like a light switch and the room brightens. The walls are beige, no pictures or posters on the walls. In fact it's pretty much bare except for this bed and a small desk with a standard chair and computer on top. The sheets, pillow cases and comforter which happens to be on the floor is black. My clothes that I wore the previous night are in a pile on the floor. I only have two things that I am thinking about right now. I know a girl like me even in a situation like this should probably have a lot more on her mind then just a couple things and also should be freaking out but I am not freaking out. I am the exact opposite.

I obviously had sex with someone last night, that is a no brainer since all my clothes are off. Now whose room am I in? It has no pictures, the drawers are completely empty of anything to let me know who occupies this room. I guess I could check the computer but it probably is password protected.

I grab the clothes I wore the previous night and slip them on. I never wear clothes like these. It's just a skirt and tank top but if you knew me you would know I am just a sweater and jeans kind of girl. So why did I decide to wear these and go to a party where I practically know no one? Well let me tell you.

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My name is Clarissa Fray. It's my Senior year at Alicante High. I don't really get good grades, so don't think it's one of those annoying stories where a smart girl gets to go to all the cool dances and parties after a hot popular guy asks her out. No that's not this type of story. I'm not a straight A student, I'm an artist. I like to write and sing as well as draw and paint. Most people don't know me unless they have seen my work or something. I'm the only art student who really gives a damn about their art work to blast it everywhere.

My one and only friend is Simon Lewis. He isn't an average student like me or a loser. He actually has a lot of friends that I have never wanted to meet or had the chance really and we both don't mind it. It's like we are in a secret club of just the two of us. Simon is the lead singer in a band that changes their name every week. This week it's The Walking Dingbats. Sometimes I wonder if they know any real songs because they have never actually performed or even have had a gig lined up, but I support him. Even if the band itself has never shown whatever talent they may or may not have, Simon is the real deal. He can sing and write his own music. I think that's what attracted me to him in the first place to be quite honest. He is very passionate about what he writes and sings like me about my drawing and writing. I sing too but I have never shown anyone that I can. Not even Simon.

Simon and I tried to date once. It was a long time ago. It was one of those embarrassing times where it was your first school dance ever and you had no one you wanted to ask, or no one you really could ask because everyone is already paired up with someone. It was a, 'you are my last resort', kind of thing. So we were basically forced. I look back at it now and am glad it happened because we got it out of the way. It didn't ruin anything between us so there is that.

Simon is the whole reason I agreed to go to this party. The reason I ended up where I am now. Alone in an empty room with regret written all over my face. So I ask you, what would you do in this situation? Would you cry? Would you scream? Or would you try and figure out who it was you slept with? Because I can tell you this right now. I didn't choose to sleep with this person. I am a virgin. Or was a virgin. I guess that's out the window now. Virginity is pretty important to me and I would love to know the jerk who took that away from me.

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"Come on Clary, you really don't go out ever. In fact the last time you actually went out and dressed up was that 9th grade dance we went to remember?" Simon asks waiting outside my bathroom while I stare at myself in the mirror. That's what I seem to be doing a lot now lately. My body has finally developed and I have tried my best to hide it. I'm going away to college in six months so it had to have happened eventually right?

"How could I forget it was our first date! You were so cute and nervous. Now look at us." I smile at myself in the mirror and open the door surprising Simon to where he almost falls over. I pat him on the head and sit on my bed.

"I am serious about this party, Clary. There won't be very many more like this or at all really. We are all going our separate ways soon. Just please? The first and last one I promise." Simone gets on his knees in front of me like he really is trying to beg. He is so dramatic sometimes.

"Okay Rule Number One? I won't drink, Rule Number Two you can't ditch me for anyone and I mean anyone. Not even Isabelle because I know you like her and I don't so please please don't ditch me for her. And that's all the rules Simon. Please don't break them." Simon stands up and paces back and forth across my room. It's not a very big room so he doesn't have very far to even pace.

"Okay those are good rules and by good rules only one of them is. I can't promise about Izzy, but the drinking is probably smart since you are a lightweight. Do you have anything to wear?"

"I have plenty to wear." I glare at Simon. I can see this isn't going to end well. He never has liked my plain clothing. Simon walks over to my closet and pushes past all the pants and sweaters. He mutters to himself about how a person can even have that many sweaters. Simon turns around with a skirt I didn't even know I owned and a tank top. Tank tops are fine. I usually just wear those under my sweaters. It's a bad habit.

"Wear these they will look great plus you won't look so boring. I will pick you up later at around 9ish. Your mom won't mind right?" I don't know. I have never really asked her before. She's usually in bed by a certain time no matter what day of the week it is. She drinks a lot and we don't speak about anything interesting. She keeps to herself and I keep to myself. It's the worst relationship if I ever have seen one but it works.

"I hope so."

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It's almost 9. I look at myself in the mirror. What could really happen that I am so worried about? That Simon will really ditch me? Or that no one will notice me? I mean the not being noticed part wouldn't be different from school. So I shouldn't be too worried about that. Simon ditching me is probably going to happen regardless of what I say or do. So why am I going? Because he asked and I can't say no to Simon no matter how I try. I stand in the hallway waiting for Simon. My mom is in the kitchen making coffee. Her liquid diet is coffee and gin. Sounds disgusting but that is what she chooses to drink ever since dad left that is. I don't want to get into that right now.

"Oh Clary, you look nice." She says smiling at me. Her smile doesn't reach her eyes but it's an effort I suppose. Is it bad that I am numb to this?

"Thanks, I'm just going out with Simon. Don't wait up." She nods but doesn't say anything more. I hurry out the door to the sound of Simon's car horn and shut the door behind me.

The house the party happens to be at is Isabelle Lightwood's. Surprise surprise that Simon wants me to go, practically begged because he probably wants me to meet her. They aren't even dating and he wants me to meet her. If she actually became a part of his life other then I don't know a sexual thing then maybe. The door opens and Isabelle opens the door smiling at Simon. She is wearing a pink dress and pink heels. How predictable I suppose. I can't say anything bad though she looks pretty. Isabelle smiles at me and looks me over.

"Wow Clary you look great. Thanks for coming. Well come in guys the party is already wild." She closes the door behind us and hands both Simon and a drink. It smells like a mix of vodka and cranberry. You know what? That is exactly the kind of drink I expected someone like her to drink.

"Clary if you don't mind I need to take Simon to meet some friends from out of state but don't worry we will be back." I knew it. Simon looks at me waiting for a yes or a no and I just shrug my shoulders. I'm not really by anyone so I can just hang here until they get back. It will give me time to really look around. The house is huge and a lot of people are here. They go off into the kitchen area. I look down at my purplish drink and take a little taste. Tastes like a lot more vodka than cranberry. The only reason I know that is because I have had a sip of what my mom has had to drink on accident once when I was younger. I know when it is too much alcohol.

A guy walks into the room I am in and stops to stare at me. I don't know if he's drunk or thinks I'm that hideous that he has to stare. He has blonde hair and is tall maybe around 5'10 and his eyes are black.

"Uh hi sorry. You are really pretty." He says. He has a deep voice and I almost want to laugh at the line he just fed me.

"Hi guy that likes to stare. I'm Clary." I say smiling at him. He's really attractive too but I don't want to say that out loud like he just did.

"I know who you are, Clary. You paint right? I have seen your artwork. My name is Jonathan Morgenstern but my friends call me Sebastian." Sebastian holds out his hand for a handshake. We are teenagers, no one shakes hands. I shake his hand anyways.

That handshake was the biggest mistake of my life.

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It's my first story in quite a long time! Please read and let me know what you think!