Jace's POV:
The game was about to start any minute. But first the cheerleaders were giving their opening performance. As Idris were hosting the game our cheerleaders were doing the performance. The cheerleaders all walked to the centre of the field. I looked but I couldn't see Clary anywhere. My breathing ground to a halt. Clary was missing.
The music started and the cheerleaders were in a circle, their arms in. They all jumped backwards and crouched, bouncing on their knees. Someone whipped past me and I realised it was Clary. She was cartwheeling into the centre. When she got there the girls jumped up, grabbed her arms and legs and chucked her in the air. My heart missed a beat as they chucked her over and over, each time she did different flips and landed in different positions. They did a pyramid finally. Clary was at the top. She back flipped off and the others followed in order. They all landed in a line, grouped around in a circle and held Clary up in the air. She was standing on her hands and rolled forward when the music stopped.
She must have seen my face because she laughed and headed over to me, pulling on my jersey as she did.
"Did I give you a heart attack?" She asked and I kissed her nose
"Several dozen I'd say," and she laughed again.
"Players line up!" A voice said over the speaker and I gave Clary another quick kiss, heading out to the field, waiting in anticipation of what was about to happen.
Clary's POV:
"Will the girls with Jerseys please come onto the field and stand by their man!" A voice yelled over the speaker. Confused I walked out onto the pitch with Maia who wore Jordan's Jersey. I stood infront of Jace and smirked.
"What's supposed to happen now?" I asked and he grinned.
"You're supposed to kiss me," Jace smirked. I looked to the side to see all the other pairs making out.
"Pucker up Number 7!" The voice yelled again. I rolled my eyes and pecked Jace's lips. "Properly!" He yelled and the crowd started chanting.
"Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!" I snickered and pulled Jace to me by the front of his shirt. I crashed my lips to his and they moved against his for a few seconds before I pulled back and looked up at him.
"Happy?" I asked.
"Absolutely!" He smiled. I turned to walk away but Jace trapped me from behind with his arms and kissed me again.
"Aww!" The crowd cooed and we broke apart. I was sure I looked like a tomato.
The game went well and Idris high won. We were heading to the after party now. We had changed quickly at Izzy's request. I was wearing a denim skater skirt with a black, sleeveless top tucked in. I was wearing converse and my hair was loose down my back. Jace was wearing jeans and a white polo shirt. I didn't know where or what Izzy was doing or wearing. She had left before us.
We turned up at Jordan's house, where the party was. Lights were flashing and music blearing. I grinned, this was my kind of scene. Jace and I walked through the open door and into a crowd of people. Jace took his hand in mine and led me to the kitchen to get some drinks. Jace got a beer and I found some vodka. I opened a new bottle so I knew that there wasn't anything in them. I had had to go to a party with Sebastian one time and they had put something in the drinks. None of us knew and I woke up the next day in the same bed as some guy. He was pretty fit but still, it was a shock.
When we got into the main room the floor had been cleared there was a table in the centre.
"Drinking competition!" Jordan announced, making Jace sit at one end and someone else at the other. I watched as they downed shot after shot until the one guy was drunk but they kept going until Jace won. People queued up until Jace was beaten by Tom.
"Come on Jace," I helped him up. He was slightly drunk.
"Clary!" I turned and saw Jordan. "You haven't drunk yet! Do you accept the challenge?" He asked and Jace grasped my arm.
"Don't, I don't want you getting drunk," he whisper yelled.
"I accept," I sat and Jace stood behind me.
"Record?" Jordan asked.
"153 shots," I grinned and some people gasped. Jordan was included.
"How?"
"You don't want to know!" I shook my head and glared at Tom.
"Bring it on," he said. Jordan felt the shots out.
30 shots later Tom gave in. I won and kept going until 57 when we ran out of alcohol. Jordan removed the table and turned the music back on. Jace pulled me into the middle of the crowd. He put my arms around his neck and his arms around my waist as we swayed to the music. Jace rested his head on top of mine in a drunken state. I smiled, ignoring the sluts who were glaring at me. I had my suspicions that Jace had been a bit of a player before I came along. The glares just confirmed my theory. I didn't mind though, now that he had stopped. But the fact that he had slept with half the female population of the school was still unappealing.
"I'm just going to the loo," I untangled myself from Jace and headed upstairs.
When I had found the loo and been I walked back downstairs, avoiding all the couples that were making out in the corridors. Suddenly a hand clapped over my mouth and dragged me downstairs. I was pulled out the front door, thrashing and kicking, but no-one saw me. Outside, I was thrown on the floor. My hair fell in my eyes and I looked up to meet pitch black orbs. Sebastian!