A/N: ok so i couldnt wait for next monday to post this. I was home alone all day today and just got to writing and i couldnt stop. So without further ado i give you chapter three of The good, The bad, and Jace. Let me know what you thought! And if you want to know what her outfit and makeup looked like PM me and i'll send it to you. Enjoy my lovelies! Thanks for reading
Clary's POV
"Izzy, I don't know what to do. I love him but he plays these games with me and I can't keep doing it anymore. It's clear that Jace is never going to look at me the way he looks at Kaelie." I told Izzy over the phone. "Oh honey, Jace likes you. He just has a funny way of showing it." Izzy tried to console but to no avail. "No, he doesn't Izzy. I'll always be that annoying little girl he used to play with. I mean how can I compete with Kaelie when that's our past. Not to mention I'm not popular. I'm an art geek for crying out loud!" I yelled into the phone. "The hottest most popular jock cannot be seen with a covered in paint, carrot top like me." I added heaving a big defeated sigh. A couple minutes went by and I still received no answer from the other end of the phone but I could vaguely hear snickers coming from her end, proving that she was still on the line. "Hello!? Izzy!" I yelled. "Oh sorry!" she answered back."Izzy what are you laughing about?" I asked a little frustrated with her. "Oh nothing just something meliorn said to me, what were you saying?" "Nothing, don't worry about it. I have to go my mom just got home." I said to her in a standoffish way. "Ok hon, tell Jocelyn I said hi!" without answering her I hung up. What was I going to do. My best girlfriend wouldn't even listen to me but I guess I didn't blame her ever since I met them I've been whining about Jace. I remember when we were 13.
Five years ago
"Clary! We got tickets to a Panic! At The Disco concert! I totally get to meet Brendon Urie!" That was Izzy on the phone. We've had an obsession with Brendon since we met. It was one of the things that made us so close. "OMG!!" I screamed, "I'm so happy for you. How many do you have?" I asked her, hoping that she had another so I could tag along. "We have four! Alec and I each have one and Jace has two. I think he's totally going to ask you to come, I mean he knows how much you love Brendon." She finished. And yeah she was right. It was one of my all time dreams to meet the amazing Brendon Urie. The only original member left of P!ATD. "You think so? I mean it would be a dream come true if he did. Oh my gosh what if he does ask me? What will I wear to the concert?" I asked in a panic. "I'll come over and help you pick something out! Be there in 5!" and with that she hung up. My heart was beating out of my chest with the possibility of meeting my favorite singer/band and the best part, I was doing it with the guy I liked and my best friends, minus Simon of course. He doesn't care for Brendon's music so much but at least he appreciates him seeing as Simon is also in a band. And I could respect that as long as he never disses the king of alternative rock. Time was moving so slowly as I waited for Izzy to get here. I mean what if Jace admits his feeling towards me? What would I do then should I kiss him? Oh no! What if I'm a bad kisser?! Maybe I should practice. No I won't do that. If Izzy catches me she'll make fun of me for the rest of my life. As if summoned by my thoughts Izzy walks into my room tearing me away from my busy mind. "Whatcha thinking about, Chica?" she asked me. "Oh nothing, just wondering about what we should have for dinner tonight while we choose an outfit" I dismissed. "Oh don't worry about that," she said. "I'll cook." "NO!" I yelled at her. "What's wrong with my food?" she asked me looking a little hurt. "Iz, you know what's wrong with your food." I told her. "Simon eats it" she mumbled under her breath. "yeah that's because he wants to get into your pants" I mumbled back to her. "What was that?" she asked getting defensive. "Nothing!" I replied with a laugh. After that we set to work, work meaning her going to my closet and throwing clothes upon clothes out mumbling that my selection sucks. After an hour of that she comes out of my closet "Well," she says "you'll just have to borrow one of my outfits. Grab your stuff we're going to my house." Groaning I grab my backpack and a change of clothes and we head across the street. When we get there Izzy immediately pulls me up to her room shutting the door behind us. "Now go to the bathroom and I'll be in with an outfit for you to try on." And so we went our separate ways me to the bathroom and her to her walk in closet that I would kill to have. Thirty minutes later she comes in with this very Isabelle Lightwood outfit. It was a black leather halter dress that clung to all your curves with a slit in the side that ran up your thigh. Paired with black knee high high-heel boots and a red pendant. "Izzy! I can't wear that. That's not me!!" I said with alarm in my voice. "Oh hush and put it on, I want to see what it would look like." I was about to tell her there was no way I would ever put that on but she must have known what I was going to say because when I looked at her she was making a face that said "Clary, so help me god if you refuse one more time I am going to have to hold you down and force it on you, and you know I can and will." So with that I shut my mouth and obliged to her wishes. When I had the whole outfit on Izzy of course had to see the whole effect so she insisted on doing my makeup. I acted like I hated it complaining every 5-10 minutes but secretly I loved getting dressed up for Jace to see. This was it. This was my chance to get the guy I loved. I was so excited for him to ask me to the concert I would endure anything Izzy put me through. When she was fine poking and prodding at me I hardly recognized the girl in the mirror. She looked way more confident and beautiful than I could ever be. She had on an amazing red lipstick that complemented so well with her face. And the dress clung to her body in such a way that made her actually have a figure. Which is surprising for a thirteen year old tomboy like me. Her hair hung past her shoulders matching perfectly with the black leather of her dress and her lipstick. Her eye makeup complemented her brilliant green eyes and made them pop. "Wow Iz, this is amazing thank you." I thanked her actually grateful to her for making me do this. "Thank me when Jace sees you." was all she said to me. After that I got into my pjs and put the outfit aside for the next day for when Jace would ask me. And then we ordered a pizza much to Izzy's disappointment. The next day before school Izzy did me up again like the night before but when we got to the kitchen to find Jace he had already left so we quickly ate to try and get there before he left for before school football practice. When we got there everyone was huddled in their own groups talking amongst themselves. Izzy walked up to her usual group with me trailing behind tripping the whole way due to the high heels. "Hey guys this is Clary," she introduced me. "What are you talking about?" "The concert!" one girl said, I couldn't remember her name though. "Hey nice dress Clary. You look…..like a thot." another girl said to me. I think her name was Aline. "oh thanks" I retorted in a biting tone causing the girls to giggle all but Izzy of course. Instead she just glared at them and pulled me away. "Ignore them, Clary. You look great. Jace is going to love it." "I'm not so sure about this anymore, Iz. I think it might be a bit much." "Nonsense. It's necessary." the first morning bell cut me off before I could protest any more. We said our goodbyes promising to meet at lunch and headed to our classes me to English and her to Trig. Half the day went by and I still hadn't seen Jace. Other than lunch we only have English together and he wasn't there this morning. I strolled into lunch feeling defeated when I spotted him. He was sitting at the same table as Izzy and her group right in between Izzy and Aline. I was kind of upset when I saw how all over him Aline was. But I went over to them anyway. "Hey guys." I said to the whole group only getting a glance from Jace and then his attention was back on Aline. I was heartbroken I had dressed up for him and he either didn't care or he didn't notice. Suddenly I was feeling very naked and exposed. Shifting my weight uncomfortably I glanced to Izzy for help and I was so grateful to her because she addressed Jace. "Jace," she said as she waited for him to look in her direction she glanced at me with a look that said you'll see this wasn't for nothing. "I'm so excited for the concert. Have you decided what to do with the fourth one yet?" "Actually I have," he told her then glanced at me. I sat up straighter waiting for him to ask but instead he turned towards Aline. "Aline, would you like to join my brother, sister and I to a Panic! At The Disco concert? I promise we'll get alone time." he finished. Crushed even more I had to get out of there before I broke down into tears in front of everyone. As I ran I heard snickers coming from the table but at that moment I didn't care. I was done with Jace Herondale. I was moving on. I would not shed anymore tears on that jerk.
Back to the present
Just like 5 years ago. I decided for good this time I was done wasting tears on Jace Herondale. He would always be that handsome play boy that liked to mess with her feelings just for the fun of it. But no more would she let him bother her. She was moving on. She dialed her brothers number. "Jonathan, can I come to a party with you this week?" she asked over the phone. "Clary, you know the parties are only for seniors." he responded. "I know but I thought it might be fun and I figured it would be okay if I went with you." she said a little pout in her voice. Something she knew her brother could never resist. "Alright sure you can come with me this Friday, but just so you know Jace will be there so I want you to stay away from him." he warned her. "Trust me Jon, I will." I promised and then hung up. This was it. I was going to a party to get over Jace. And the best part he'll be there to see me getting over him.