I can't think of an easy and fun way to say hello without being stabbed by you all. I apologize if you thought I abandoned this story. I DIDN'T, I LOVE THIS STORY AND YOU ALL.

IT'S BEEN SO LONG AND I'M HONESTLY EMOTIONAL RIGHT NOW BECAUSE I'VE MISSED WRITING THIS AND I'M SO HAPPY TO BE BACK. PLEASE DON'T STAY MAD AT ME ILY. I'VE HAD COMMITMENT ISSUES IN THE PAST BUT I'M COMPLETELY READY TO CONTINUE THIS.

I don't really like to set update days because I have a very confusing schedule that changes every so often. I'm a freshman now -_- and my theatre life is going ccrraaaazzzyyyy.

Anyways, I've recovered from the initial shock of high school and my monstrous writer's block.

I'M SO SORRY BUT OVER THE COURSE OF MY ABSENCE, I'VE CREATED A NEW STORYLINE AND I'M COMPLETELY SCRATCHING MY OLD ONE. SO I APOLOGIZE TO ANYONE WHO GAVE ME SUGGESTIONS AND I SAID I WOULD USE THEM BECAUSE AT THIS TIME, MY VISION IS COMPLETELY DIFFERENT.

Thank you guys for still reviewing even when I was gone! I love your feedback so much! 3 Enjoy the long waited Pandemonium chapter! :)

P.S. SHOULD I CHANGE MY TITLE? LET ME KNOW! Enjoy!

CLARY POV

"I'm not so sure about this one, Izzy." I nervously admit to my best friend and personal beauty guru.

"What are you talking about? You look absolutely perfect!" She exclaims from the bathroom, where she is changing into her own outfit. I groan and kick the bathroom door, showing my hate for my dear friend.

"YOU CAN'T EVEN SEE ME!" I yell in her direction. I plop onto the bed and wait for her. Not a moment later, she slowly opens the door. I wait for her to come out but she doesn't. Just as I am about to stand and see what she's doing, she begins to strut out of the bathroom in her dazzling dress. She is in a short silver mesh dress that looked like chain mail, and what she liked to call, "demon-stomping boots". I stand and stop directly in front of her, with my hands on my hips.

"Excuse me? Who gave you the right to look stunning?" I say as seriously as I can. She smirks and does a twirl, causing her dress to float around her.

"Sweetheart, I was born with that right." She winks before evaluating my outfit. "What were you complaining about? You look flawless!" She says with a smile. Sighing, I turn towards the mirror and evaluate my outfit yet another time. I am wearing a tight short black dress that hugged my body in all the right places. Although it does look great, there is definitely something missing. I turn back to my stylist.

"Something's missing." Izzy says, practically reading my mind. She motions for me to wait before walking out of the room, down the hall, and into her room directly across from mine. She is obviously looking for something because you can hear her shoving objects into the closet, or unzipping her luggage that she originally brought everything in. She returns a few minutes later holding a pair of high heeled, knee high boots and fishnet tights. She tosses them at me and I hastily catch them. Sitting on the bed, I quickly put them on and check the final product in the mirror. I had previously done my hair; an intricate swirled up-do with sparkling bobby pins. I have to admit. I look awesome. I confidently smile at myself in the mirror and see Izzy come up next to me and evaluate her final outfit too.

"We look incredible, Fray." She states excitedly. I nod in agreement and carefully walk over to my vanity. Izzy and I decide to have a race as to who can put on their makeup quicker. In impossible time, Izzy finishes her bold makeup; complete with dark red lips, smokey eye, and an almost ridiculous amount of mascara. I finish a few minutes later, satisfied with my makeup. I decided on a bright red lipstick, jet black eyeliner, and almost as much mascara as Izzy; not too much, but just enough to make my lashes look super long. Since we are both satisfied with our appearance and we still have a while before we should go downstairs, we relax in my room and watch some TV. How can Izzy relax when we have JACE WAYLAND IN OUR HOUSE? I'm having a mental monologue when Izzy clears her throat.

"Hey Clary? Take a look at this." I sit next to her and stare patiently at the TV, waiting for what was such a big deal. TMZ is on, so I assume there is some big celebrity crisis that Izzy demands that I watch.

"Let me guess. Rihanna wore an inappropriate dress at the fashion show. I saw that on Twitter this morning!" She shakes her head hastily and shushes me. Just then, TMZ returns from commercial and the loud announcer returns.

"An anonymous source just sent us some juicy pictures! The man, the myth, the legend…. Jace Wayland! Ok, maybe not a legend. Our source found Jace riding around in a banana van in New York! JACE! If you're trying to lay low, riding in the most noticeable car in New York is not helping! So now viewers, we have a brand new TMZ game! The Banana Van Hunt! If you find this teen heartthrob in A BRIGHT YELLOW VAN, send us your pictures and we might use them! Want to hear more about Jace's 'secret' trip through New York? Stay tuned!"

By then, the commercials started but Izzy and I are still staring numbly at the television screen. I hear Izzy cursing under her breath. She finally looks over at me, her expression shocked and mildly frustrated.

"Probably not our best idea, huh?" She quietly states. If she was expecting an answer, then she would be terribly disappointed. I sat, shocked, blankly staring at the television screen. "Let's not make this bigger than it is. It's just gossip. We are not going to ruin our night with that." She reassuringly pats my back and waits for the show to return. Soon enough, the gossip show is back.

"The man on our mind is Jace Wayland! After arriving in NYC today, he was caught riding in that ridiculous banana van. Today he has been hanging out with his beautiful lady friends, Clarissa Morgenstern and her gorgeous friend, who sources say has not been identified yet. The other man in the group is yet to be identified but I think we have a nerd, straying in the back of the pack most likely ogling at Jace's new companions." Just then a picture of the group pops on screen, Izzy, Jace, and I laughing and Simon in the back glaring at Jace. If I was seeing this at any other time, it would have been hilarious, even frame worthy. Seeing it now dizzies me. Izzy gasped at the image and has a sick expression on her face.

"What's even better is that Clarissa is the winner of the host family! Could we be seeing the beginning of a newfound relationship? Hopefully, we'll be seeing a lot of Clace." Finally reaching the end of the story, the speaker goes on to another topic. Without a moment's hesitation, I snatch the remote and turn off the TV. A bit afraid to see her expression, I look over at Izzy and see her smirking.

"Clace, huh?" She says, her smiling slowly growing. Are you joking? Well really… it's not that bad. Yet. I slap her arm before walking towards the door, blushing.

"YOU LIKE HIM! I KNEW IT! OMG THIS-" I slam my hand over her mouth, cutting off her excitement.

"Shut up Izzy." I smirk before removing my hand and stepping out the door, with her squealing excitedly behind me. After a quick glance at the wall clock, reading 7:30, we sit in the living room, deciding whether we should tell the rest of the group.

"We shouldn't even be debating; we're telling them." Izzy concludes. Before I can add to my argument, Simon walks into the room, looking extremely uncomfortable wearing one of Jon's black V-necks and a dark denim jacket. He finally sees us and stops in his tracks.

"You- you… You girls look great!" He quickly recovers, eyeing our outfits. I smile in gratitude but Izzy stands and gracefully walks towards him. His eyes widen as she approaches and puts her hands on his shoulders. Simon glances back towards me with a questioning look. I shrug in return, not entirely sure what Izzy was planning on doing.

"Thanks." She quickly eyes his outfit and stops at his jacket. "Absolutely not." She murmurs before removing her hands and unbuttoning his jacket. I silently laugh at Simon's face, shock and nervousness obvious. Izzy then returns to sit by me, satisfied at her work. Looking back at Simon, she did help. The jacket buttoned looked awkward and huge on him, but with it unbuttoned, it looked 100 times better. He murmurs his thanks before sitting opposite of us. Thank god for Jon and Matt, both coming in and stopping our awkward silence. Jon does a quick pose, showing off his simple outfit of jeans, black high tops, and a tight button up that is completely black except for the cuffs and the front pocket. Overall, he looked great. Matt came out in a denim button up, wearing some jeans and black shoes. Before I could judge their outfit out loud, Izzy beat me to it.

"You look hot Matt." She says smirking, looking him up and down.

"Ok, 1, you look nice boys and 2, EWWWW." I gag. She just bursts out laughing. John just brushes it off and sits on the arm of the couch.

"You two look nice, although I don't like my sister in such a short dress." He joking glares at Izzy, knowing she set me up in this. We all talk and laugh for a few minutes before hearing someone walk into the room. We all look up and I hear myself gasp, as if I was watching from afar.

In all his glory, in comes Jace. Jace is one of the most attractive people that I've had the honor to meet. I mean, come on, it can't get any better than that blond god. But seeing him in his tight, black blazer open over a slim white button up, and casual black jeans, makes me question my previous statement. Dear lord. I don't mean to sound cliché, but I'm speechless and unable to stand up and greet him. He does a quick turn and puts up his signature smirk. I glance to my sides and notice that Izzy isn't moving, and not surprisingly, Simon is glaring at Jace. Compose yourself Clary…

I clear my throat and slowly get up off the couch. Jace locks his gaze on mine and I see him inhale sharply. He replaces his smirk with a shocked open mouth. He looks me up and down, but not in a creepy hungry way that most guys would.

"You… you look beautiful Clarebear." He says, quickly composed after his slight shock. Oh my god. Did Jace actually just compliment me? I blush bright red and glance at the others in the room. They're all watching our encounter as if it were a movie.

"Thank you. You look hot." I blurt out. OH GOD WHY. If my blush could get any brighter, it definitely has. He chuckles and sends me an honest boyish grin. My friends all laugh (at my blush I guess) and save me from continuing this awkward complimenting exchange. Matt clears his throat and stands.

"Well then. Let's get this show on the road, shall we?" He grins and leads us out the door. We all cram into our black Escalade and take off toward Pandemonium.

THE PAGE BREAK IS BACK DID YOU MISS IT? I DID

I forget how often I'm at this club. I walk past dozens of familiar staff members and greet quite a few patrons as well. I come here whenever I'm sad, bored, angry, happy… basically whenever I feel the need to. I love the atmosphere. The energy is vicious in here, with neon lights and the whole place pulsating with music. One of its major advantages is that it accepts anyone 17 and up, so it's become a regular hangout stop for me and my friends.

I lead the group in here. Pandemonium is my domain and it's only fair that I show Jace the complete experience. I lead them to the bar, where a few stools are free. None of my friends bother me for a few moments. I'm too busy focusing on the energy this place gives me. I feel the music in my veins, the beat in my heart. I feel the urge to rush onto the dance floor, but I restrain myself, remembering that I am not here alone. I turn around to my group and see Izzy and Matt ordering drinks. Simon is awkwardly shifting his weight between legs to the beat. Jace is… looking at me, smiling. I return to my group and stand with Jace.

"So what do you think so far? Does it compare to the other fancy clubs you've been to?" I tease. He smirks down at me (did I mention that he was at least a head taller than me?).

"Much better. Fancy clubs are too boring. I can't have fun." He yells over the music. I'm not sure what possesses me to do this. I'm a different person at this club.

"Let's have fun." I wink, grabbing his hand and dragging him to the dance floor. The shocked expression leaves his face quickly and is replaced by an amused one. I'm already completely immersed in the music, I feel unstoppable. Jace is jumping to the music and completely enjoying himself. I don't stop, Jace doesn't stop. We dance together for the longest time. I lose myself in the music, dancing with Jace, never wanting to stop. We're both sweaty and tired, but we don't stop. I haven't seen anyone else in our group, but it doesn't matter. I'm dancing the night away with Jace Wayland. I can't remember what I'm doing, but I'm vaguely aware that we're dancing close. Very close. I don't remember for how long we've danced but we finally stopped when I noticed that I was holding on to him in order to not fall. He hazily leads me off the dance floor and back to the bar stools, where we sit side by side, breathing heavily. I love this feeling. It's different than normal. It's always been a tired hysteria, but not as great as this. I feel alive.

We sit there for a while, just trying to breathe and lower our heart rates. My friends are nowhere to be found. I look into the crowd when I hear a low voice next to me.

"Clary?" I look up at Jace. "This is quite possibly, the best experience at a club I've had." He says sincerely. His gold eyes are burning with energy. I nod breathlessly.

"Me too."

"Clary?"

" Yeah?"

"Thank you." I look up at him.

"Why?"

"Because you're treating me like a normal person. That's all I want." He confesses. I smile proudly.

"I wouldn't treat anyone like I treat you, Jace." I say honestly. Hopefully he doesn't understand the meaning of that.

"I'm not sure if that's a good thing or not." He laughs and turns around to order us waters. Tonight is perfect.

OK IT'S DONE IM SO HAPPY.

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