A/N I don't intend to turn this into a story or anything. I just like putting Clary and Jace in awkward positions and seeing how it works out. I'll probably add another chapter but this won't be a real story.
Clary blinked in the strobe lit room. She hated strobe lights but she mostly hated how they were always paired with that same fog- dry ice that made her eyes itch and her throat insatiably dry. She rubbed her eyes wondering again why she'd agreed to do this. Why she just went along with this stupid, stupid idea. Clary couldn't dance very well. Better than Simon but that wasn't saying much. Clary enjoyed the scenery much more. People watching- but with all this stupid fog she could barely see in front of her without having to blink then rub her eyes. The music was good at least she thought grudgingly. The bass pounded in your bones making your body go fluid.
Through Clary's narrow view of the world she saw Simon hopping up and down in his usual parody of dancing. Isabelle dancing with a tall boy with long dark hair and eyes that should have been dark too, but were an extremely pale green. He watched her dance around him as if she were a prize to be won. Unfortunately for him he didn't realize what that kind of thinking would cost him. Clary had seen Isabelle incapcitate guys much larger for much smaller offenses. Clary gazed at the dark haired girl; she moved fluidly, hypnotizing the boy with the way she moved her body. Clary rubbed her eyes again this time to rid herself of the image. It wasn't fair that Isabelle could make any boy fall for her so easily and Clary had no idea where to start.
Clary frowned. "Jealous" a voice asked. Clary turned on her heel, grateful that she'd also changed out of those impossibly high strappy heels. Jace smiled at her choice in shoes. Simple Keds. "No why would I be" Clary asked though she knew that Jace didn't believe her. His one eyebrow lifted at her proved as much. "Too bad" Jace said. "Why" Clary asked. Jace grinned at her. The lights in the club lit him up unnaturally. Making him all angles and shadows with shining golden eyes. It was eerie as it was beautiful. "A little jealousy would look good on you," he said and before Clary could speak he disappeared towards the bar. Clary was left feeling confused, not sure whether to feel flattered or insulted.
The lights in the club flickered, casting a bizarre feeling of being caught in a slow motion horror movie. Everywhere Clary looked bodies moved against bodies in the flashing lights and pounding rhythm. Arms and legs disappeared in smoke filled corners. The smoke made Clary cough and she reprimanded herself again for getting involved in this bad idea. Oh please, her mind told her. It knew why Clary had come, why she'd let Isabelle dress her so ridiculously. The reason was leaning against the bar ordering a drink that he knew he was too young to have. Jace's hair glinted in the lights flashing white then silver. He took the drink and tipped it back, draining the shot glass. The girls next to him tittered and giggled at him. Once, Jace might have noticed, might have flirted back just for kicks but now he barely saw them. His face was full of barely concealed agony, his eyes only for the redhead girl he couldn't have.
The girls around Jace pouted disappointed by his lack of attention then quailed like a bunch of cubs when approached by the lead lioness. A busty blond walked fluidly up to Jace. She appeared to be the bravest one, approaching the lone Shadowhunter without a posse of followers. She smiled with what she must have thought was seduction but all Clary saw was a grotesque red mouth. Clary's hands curled into small fists but her body stayed still- watching the show. The blond girl's outfit was almost as open and showy as Clary's had been, only made more so by the chest the blonde had that Clary lacked.
Clary's stomach burned with anger. The blonde girl's hips swayed as she approached Jace and his eyes flicked up to her as if just taking her in. His gaze slowly ran over her body, her curves, her long honey hair and Clary's chest was tight. Her heart was hurting- it was pounding so hard. But Jace only looked away from the girl as disinterested as he'd been before. A breath Clary didn't know she'd been holding pushed past her lips. She knew she shouldn't be so relieved. That it wasn't really concern about Jace's date choices but more of the fact that he would be dating someone other than her. Being with someone that was not her.
The blond girl bent close to Jace, purposefully leaning in so he could discreetly glance down at her cleavage. He didn't, but the girl still leaned into his ear whispering something then grabbing Jace's hand and leading him out to the dance floor before he could respond. Clary's heart began pounding louder, her blood was screaming as it rushed in her veins. Anger like no other coursed through her body in a steady overwhelming flood as the girl proceeded to dance with Jace. She ran her hands over Jace's chest and Clary thought her head would explode. Her body was shaking with rage but her feet were stuck to the dance floor. The blonde girl smiled and grabbed for Jace's hands placing them on her swaying hips. Clary's head spun and she took in heavy breaths. She would be calm, her mind told her. The blonde girl reached a hand over her head to touch Jace's hair. He was only her brother, her mind said. The girl grinded her hips against Jace, pulling at his unenthusiastic hands and forcing them to rub her thighs. Clary's neck burned, her face was hot. He could do this blonde girl right here on the dance floor and she shouldn't care, her mind insisted. But I do care, Clary's body said. Clary felt heat, suffocating warmth surround her as she watched the girl run her fingers through Jace's hair and reach with both hands about to grab his hands and make them run over her breasts. Something snapped in Clary- her control slipped and her rage swallowed any remaining sanity.
Without thinking Clary stormed up to the girl, stopping her mid- forced grope by grabbing a handful of her hair and pulling- hard, then shoving the girl as far as she could into the packed dance floor. The girl flew back surprisingly far from Jace, landing on the dance floor butt first. Clary still wasn't satisfied. She wanted to claw the girl's eyes out for acting like that. For touching Jace in the ways she couldn't. Jace was wrong- jealousy did not look good on Clary. Anger was still buzzing high in Clary's veins. Her body was still shaking with anger and only the barest sense of control kept her from going after the girl further. Clary glanced back at Jace but he was blinking in profound shock. Surprise kept his jaw locked tight.
He'd never known Clary to do anything so violent- aggressive. He actually kind of liked it. He enjoyed that she felt territorial about him, ready to fight to have him- though she didn't need to. He was already hers even though she insisted she couldn't have him. Clary was standing over the blond girl, breathing in shallow puffs of air and shooting her venomous looks. Clary's cheeks were tinged pink and Jace was unsurprised to find that she was quite attractive when she was mad. Her hands were fisted, her nails probably cutting into her palms. Jace longed to reach out and unclench them, to run his hands over her skin uninterrupted, to just hold her hand without having to brush it off as brotherly concern. Jace buried the thoughts deep where they would have to stay.
The blond girl spoke from the floor and Clary's face twisted with disgust. "What are you his girlfriend" the girl asked in shock. She was grabbing at her hair as if to check that the extensions were still in. Clary sneered, her voice terrible as she spoke. "His sister," she said. The blonde girl blinked stupidly, Clary thought uncharitably; then muttered under breath something that sounded like "doesn't seem like it." "WHAT?" Clary shrieked. The blonde, though much taller than Clary even without her tall heels, quailed at the look on Clary's face. There was no doubt that this much smaller redhead could do some damage. She'd already almost ripped out her fresh tracks. The blond girl shook her head as she gazed at the pair. What a twisted world the girl thought. The redhead girl had attacked her not like a sister, but a jealous girlfriend. She puckered her lips in disappointment. The blond boy was sexy, mysterious, but no guy was worth having your hair ripped out, which looked likely as the redhead girl continued to glare menacingly.
Clary watched pleased as the blond girl got up and walked away not minding the least when she tossed a superior look over her shoulder for posterity's sake. Clary's heart rate steadily returned to its normal pace, her temperature also regular, not at all like the fevered heat that had consumed her. Clary released her hands gingerly, feeling where her nails had created small groove imprints in her skin. Behind her Jace was still staring at her. Clary turned to face him and said only, "You should choose your company better" then walked straight out of the club.
"What was that" Alec asked, appearing at Jace's side a few moments later. Jace didn't look at him, he still couldn't find the words to speak; his eyes were stuck on the door where the redhead had disappeared. "That was Clary" Jace breathed and Alec noted how he said the name almost reverentially.
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