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"Clarissa?" Kaelie sounded as though she had snorted but Clary was too distracted to pull her friend up on it.

It wasn't fair that the golden haired biker looked even better in the light of day.

"Hi," Clary stated, glad that her voice was even and her chin was still jutted forward.

"Hi yourself," came the voice of the guy behind the first biker, and Clary let her eyes dart over to him. There had actually been three men who had come in, just the third guy must have been further back. He was just a little taller than the man who had picked her up the other night, which was impressive, given she knew he was tall—at least a few inches over six foot—but he didn't quite have the same presence as Jace did. His face looked open and friendly and he had silverish coloured hair. He was a lot slimmer than Jace as well, and he looked like he was younger than Jace—and younger than Clary and Kaelie as well.

"Get off it, Jem," Maia laughed from where she was over at the counter. Clary blinked and after letting her eyes rest on Jace for a moment later, she tried to turn her attention back to Kaelie and what they were actually meant to be doing.

Paying for the tattoo.

"Alright, doll, so you remember everything that we went through about aftercare? Did you want to buy some of the ointment here or are you going to pick something else up at the grocery store?" Maia asked as she nodded her head at one of the shelves behind her where there were a stack of containers in different sizes. Clary was slightly amused by the question because she was pretty sure Kaelie hadn't set a foot in a grocery store in her life.

Clary hadn't.

"I'll grab some from here," Kaelie said with a slightly nervous smile and Maia nodded and took some off the shelf. Clary forced herself to keep her eyes forward, watching as Kaelie took out her platinum credit card and held it out to Maia. Clary had suggested to Kaelie that they get out cash, rather than a credit card, because she didn't know if tiny hole in a wall places took credit card. But it turned out they did, because other than raising her eyebrows, Maia didn't make any comment as she swiped it through the machine and then handed the receipt over for Kaelie to sign.

"And here you go," Maia smiled as she put one of the black and pink containers into a bag and handed it over. Clary took in another breath that she hoped wasn't obvious as the two girls turned to leave the parlor. The golden haired man, the younger guy and the tall man with bright blue eyes were still in the doorway. The biker was watching her with a smirk, the younger guy had a full grin plastered over his face while the tall man with the dark hair and the piercing eyes just looked completely unimpressed with everything in general.

"Alexander!" Magnus came breezing into the main room of the parlor and it was as though the dark haired mans face completely transformed. He smiled and he suddenly looked incredibly handsome—and not in the super broody way either.

"Hey, Mags," he said softly, and Magnus moved past the two girls and suddenly he was in Alexander Lightwoods arms. The two of them kissed firmly and it looked as though Magnus would have been more than happy to keep on kissing, but Alec pulled back. He didn't pull all the way back, though, he slung his arm around Magnus and kept him tight at his side, but that expression on his face was still so much lighter than it had been just a few minutes before. Clary couldn't stop the surprised look on her face as she looked between them. She could see the leather vest that Alec was wearing, just like the one that Jace was.

Yeah, so, maybe it was stereotyping, but she always sort of thought that bikers were all about the pussy.

"Clary?" Kaelie had a questioning tinge to her voice, and Clary felt annoyance rip through her, because she had been caught out, staring at the group of men in front of her. She pursed her lips together and let Kaelie grip her hand tightly as she pulled at her. She held her head high, refusing to duck her head, but she couldn't quite bring herself look at Jace or the other men. They got out of the tattoo parlor and were almost at Kaelie's Porsche when Clary heard a shout behind them.

"Clarissa!" It was him. Clary's body stiffened, and Kaelie was still tugging at her hand, a lot more insistent this time, but Clary couldn't stop herself from looking back over her shoulder. He was approaching them quickly—not exactly because he was moving quickly, but because he had long strides, covered ground a lot faster than they. Kaelie stopped because she was still holding Clary's hand, so she was forced to when Clary stopped. He caught up to them and he was holding something up in his hand.

Kaelie's school ID.

"You left this behind," he said, holding it out to Kaelie, but his eyes were only on Clary. She could feel them skimming over her, and she was glad that she was wearing more than she had been on Saturday night.

"Thanks," Kaelie said under her breath as she reached out for it and then gave Clary's hand another tug. "Come on, Clary."

"Clary?" He raised an eyebrow at her and it drew attention to the ring that he had through the left eyebrow. Something that she had missed the other night, given he had been wearing a motorcycle helmet and his face had been a whole shallow.

"Nickname," Clary responded, her words terse, but they didn't seem to dissuade him.

"It's cute," he said, his lips pulling up in the corners. Clary didn't like that, because it sounded as though he was patronizing her. She began to turn around, and there was a sigh of relief from Kaelie, but then he kept on talking, and Clary paused. "My name's Jace."

"Great," Clary clipped out, making her eyes go wide in exaggeration. "I'm finally going to be able to get some sleep tonight, it's really been keeping me up." Jace Herondale's smile grew and he took a step back, shoving one of his into the back pocket of his faded, dark coloured jeans. Clary's eyes followed the motion, idly noting how well the jeans fit him, before pursing her lips together and turning to follow Kaelie to the car. She tried to ignore the way Jace was watching her open the passenger door and get in, and the fact that he still didn't move when the car started.

"Who the fuck was that, Clary?" Kaelie asked as she indicated to pull out of the parking spot and merge back with the traffic. She glanced in her rear view mirror and then made a weird noise at the back of her throat. "Oh my god—why is he still watching us?" She scrunched up her nose and pulled away from the curb and began driving away, going a bit faster than the speed limit advised.

"That's the guy who gave me a ride home," Clary admitted, watching in the side mirror as Jace became smaller on the side walk. He was still standing there, looking after their car. It wasn't until they got to the far end of the road and Kaelie turned onto another street that he disappeared and Clary felt her chest loosen enough for her to take in a few breaths.

"The guy who—" Kaelie's head jerked to look at Clary, which meant her eyes were off the road, and she began swerve toward the centre line and Clary's hand lashed out to grab the steering wheel to steer them back onto their side of their ride. Kaelie looked completely undeterred and turned her attention back to the road, but kept stealing glancing at Clary. "Oh my god. He's hot and all but he's, like, in a gang."

"It's not like I'm ever gonna see him again," Clary said with a shrug. Kaelie didn't say anything for a long few moments before letting out a squeak, and once again, nearly swerving over the centre line. "What the fuck?!" Clary snapped out, looking up from where she had been picking at her manicured nails.

"He's knows what school I go to!" The blonde shrieked. "He had my school ID! What if he just shows up one day?!"

"And does what? A bunch of skids in the parking lot or drop his cigarette butts all over the perfectly cut lawn?" Clary snorted as she looked back down at her nails.

She didn't want to think about the biker—Jace.

It wasn't fair that he was even more attractive in the light of day, which generally had the opposite effect. She had a few drinks in her system and there were shadows from the moon, and most of the time, that made people look more attractive than they usually did, not less.

He wasn't attractive in the way she generally liked, and it really wasn't something that she wanted to think about, so she pushed it to the back of her mind and drew in a deep breath through her nose.

"So how are you planning on keeping that hidden from your parents?" Clary asked, changing the subject.

When Clary got dropped off that evening, it was close to seven. Her and Kaelie had gone back to school, even though it had let out for the day, but that was just for cheerleading practice. Lydia was the head cheerleader, and even though not much held her attention, she was pretty onto it when it came to cheerleading. She came up with kick ass routines, she had a steely way of ordering everyone around and forcing them to listen and she had almost impossible standards that she imposed on everyone, even her friends didn't escape them.

She was pretty much a dictator.

So exactly what a head cheerleader was supposed to be.

She had known that Clary and Kaelie were going to be cutting out of school early to go and get Kaelie's tattoo, and she had barely paid any attention through their conversations around it throughout the week, but she had jerked her head up at lunch time when they had been about ready to go, and demanded that they be at cheer practice.

As if they would have risked missing it and deal with one of her melt downs.

The house was empty when she walked inside, just like it had been for the past three weeks. Her father, Valentine Morgenstern, was usually off on some business trip. He owned a lot of the upper end hotels in the Los Angeles, Orange County and Newport area and had started expanding his business, recently buying a hotel in San Diego and a resort in Malibu. He wanted to start expanding even further, throwing around names like Las Vegas, Seattle and Boston, and even further to New York.

Jocelyn didn't stay around home much, although she was there more than her father. At the moment, she was off on some retreat in Thailand with one of the other society bunnies that she surrounded her with. Clary didn't really keep up with her mothers friends, because they were always on a rotating circle. Except for Simon's mum, she was the one steady friend that Jocelyn had had through the years.

The last family member that was missing was Jonathan Morgenstern, who was a year and a half older than Clary. He had finished school a year ago, and Valentine had been pretty set on him going off to University to get a degree in business and then start learning the ropes of the family business. Something had changed a month before he was meant to go off to University, though, and now Jonathan was off swanning around on the yacht that Valentine had allowed him to use. Clary hadn't seen him in months now.

She took off her shoes, whistled for Essex and then wandered up the stairs to her room, ignoring the way the clip of Essex's toes echoed through the large, dark house.

So songs I recommend are I Think I'm OKAY by MGK, Yungblud and Travis Baker, which I absolutely adore, and the song and especially the music video give me intense early 2000's feels, and Lost by Dermont Kennedy, which is so damn beautiful, I've completely fallen in love with it. Also Lost Without You by Freya Ridlings, which was sent to me by Reppinda5o3 and is completely heart breaking. Umm...I can't really think of many movies and TV series I've been watching lately. Sorry :(

Okay, so, questions; what's your lockscreen/homescreen/blah blah blah? My lockscreen is Dominic Harrison and my homescreen is Demi Lovato, both total babes.

Umm...What are you go-to feel good movies? Mine are—not in any type of order—Princess Bride, The Swan Princess, Stardust, Spirit and Frozen. Lol. Not even sorry. I think Catch and Release might be working its way onto this list as well.

...'Please tell me I'm your one and only/Or lie and say at least tonight/I've got a brand new cure for lonely/And if you give me what I want/Then I'll give you what you like'...

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