A./N. Well hello there my lovelies! I hope y'all liked the last chapter! I wasn't really sure what I was going to do in it, but it worked out. I had to write out what I was going to do for this and next chapter, because last one I started to get a little writers block, but it's gone now so yay! This chapter is probably rated M. Anyways, on to the story!
Disclaimer: I do not own anything but the plot, everything else goes to Cassandra Clare.
Clary p.o.v.
I check my phone, 2:30 pm. I sigh and put it back in my pocket. We've been shopping for two and a half hours, and I have more clothes than I think I'll ever need.
Though shopping is better than Izzy embarrassing Jace and I this morning.
I walked into the kitchen to see Izzy sitting across from Jace, Alec cooking, and Simon nowhere to be found. I take the seat next to Jace, as Alec hands me some food then takes the other seat next to Jace with his own breakfast.
I see the look Izzy is giving Jace and I know she's going to start something.
"Clary, I was just asking Jace if he slept alright, did you sleep alright?" She asks, looking all innocent.
"Yes, I did sleep alright, wonderfully actually." I answer her simply.
She looks startled for the moment that I don't act embarrassed, then continues on.
"It's just; most people don't get a lot of sleep when they're not in their own room." She says evilly.
My mouth drops to the floor, I'm sure Jace's does as well. My face heats up hotter than a burning flame.
"Iz-Izzy!" Jace sputters.
I just stare in shock before collecting myself and answering back, "Well then Simon must have gotten no sleep at all." I smile just as evilly.
She just looks at me, her expression saying "touché".
We hear Alec make a noise and look over to him; I almost forgot he was there.
His face was beet red and he looked like he was about to explode. We all ran out of the kitchen as fast as we could, knowing things were about to get ugly.
I shake my head remembering what happened after that. Alec started yelling again, and Jace had to wrestle him to his room while Izzy called Magnus. Magnus and Jace are the only ones who can calm him down when he's like this.
Jace talked to him for a minute before coming out, and then waited outside the door until Magnus got there.
Izzy and I crept silently out when Magnus came, after motioning to Jace that we were leaving.
Izzy finally comes out of the shop she was in, after waiting inside for thirty minutes, I had decided enough was enough, and have been waiting outside ever since.
She nods at me, showing we're done, and we head out to her car. Once we're in her car she says excitedly to me,
"Clary, guess what!? Wait; don't guess because you'll never get it! We're throwing a party tonight!" Her grin is taking up her whole face.
"There's going to be so many people, and you're going to let me get you ready, so that Jace won't be able to resist your sexiness!"
"I- I uh…" I say, not knowing really how I'm supposed to reply.
"Great! Now let's hurry home, so we can get started right away!" She says, I guess that was good enough for her.
An hour and a half later, though who really knows how long it took, I'm dressed, my hair and makeup done, and wobbling around Izzy's room in five inch heels.
Izzy put me in a skin tight shirt, excuse me, dress, that was silver and hugged all my "curves". She made my eyes smokey, and made my unruly curls look elegant, cascading down my back. She then gave me red lipstick to make them pop. To top it off, she gave me five inch black stilettoes, which I've been wobbling around her room in for the past ten minutes.
"Izzy, I don't think I'm going to be able to walk, much less dance in these." I say, keeping my eyes on my feet.
"Nonsense! You're already better than you were before." She says, not letting me bargain my way down to lower inches. I had to argue for twenty minute's straight just to get her to let me wear anything less than seven inches.
Izzy, of course, looks flawless. She's wearing a deep red dress, which barely reaches her mid-thighs, which gives her even more curves than she has, her hair is in an elegant up do, and her makeup is all somehow red, without looking trashy. Her heels are so high I have no idea how many inches they are.
She looks like a supermodel about to walk down the runway.
"You're ready!" She says, even though I very much so am not.
She grabs my wrist and hauls me out the door of her room, and takes me down the hallway, where, I see the house has transformed.
What once was a classy, elegant mansion, is now a raving club with possibly 150 people, maybe more, all around.
This is not going to end well.
Jace p.o.v.
I'm standing by the staircase, finally taking a break from the "dancing" and nursing my drink. Thank God the Lightwoods live more outside the city, or we would be in deep trouble.
We have designated people waiting outside for drunken teenagers, making sure to call cabs for those who won't be able to drive home. Or we have them crash in the many spare bedrooms.
I hear someone chattering excitedly and look up to see Izzy; and someone else.
That's Clary!
My eyes widen when I see her. She looks absolutely beautiful. She always does, but this is different. I immediately put my drink on an empty space and rush over to greet them.
I lock eyes with her and offer my arm, not caring what Izzy's saying. Clary says something to Izzy before I whisk her off into the pulsing crowd, near the center of the living room.
I pull her close to me and look down at her, meeting her emerald eyes with mine.
"You look stunning." I say to her.
Her cheeks redden before she answers. "Thanks, you don't look too bad yourself."
I smile and kiss her, not wanting to wait anymore. She immediately deepens it, not being hesitant as we have been previously.
Her arms wrap around my neck and I wrap my around her waist, pulling her even closer to me.
Throughout the night we're never more than two feet from each other. And by the end of the night we're both rather wasted, though I'm a lot more sober than she is.
I take her up to my room, then close and lock the door.
I press her against it, and she wraps her legs around my waist. My hands start roaming her body, and hers pull and tug on my hair.
I groan and carry her to my bed, dropping her down on it and then hovering over her.
I break apart from her before looking in her eyes and asking that one important question.
Are you sure you want to?
She just nods, her eyes a darker green than normal.
I don't hesitate after that.
Our clothes are on the floor in seconds, and then my memory is pretty fuzzy after that.
Clary p.o.v.
I wake up not in my room at the Lightwoods. With something warm around my stomach and waist. Then the events of last night come rushing back.
Jace and I had a lot to drink, we came to his room, and then…
I feel my eyes widen right as my stomach starts churning dangerously.
I run out of his bed with one hand covering my mouth and the other opening his bathroom.
I make it to the toilet just in time to spill the contents of my stomach.
I hear the door open and know who it is. After it stops, I rest my head on the lid and look over to him.
Jace put on a pair of boxers thankfully before coming in here.
He walks over and leans down, caressing my cheek.
"Can't hold your liquor too well can ya, Little Red?" He says, trying and failing not to let a small smile peek through.
I try to make a face at him and say, "Shut up, I'm underage; I'm not supposed to be able to."
He chuckles before scooping me up in his arms and carrying me back into his room. He drops me gently on his bed before going and flushing the toilet. He comes back with a cup of water for me to drink.
"Drink this, you're dehydrated and when you're hung-over you have to eat and drink or else you'll feel worse."
I take it happily and gulp it down. I notice I'm still naked, though I don't really care at the moment.
"And how do you know what to do? You're underage as well." I say to him.
"Yes, but I've been to parties before."
I'm about to say something witty back when a sliver of a though has me stopping in my tracks.
"Jace, di-did we use protection?" I ask quietly.
His face immediately pales and his eyes widen as he stares down at me.
A./N. MWUHAHAHAHA! I left you on a cliffie. Well, sorta. I know what's going to happen, but YOU don't! HAHAAHAHAH!
I'm weird, it happens. Yeah…..
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Always,
Mari