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Over the next few school days, I spent most of my time with Simon. It was comforting being around someone who had a sense of humour like his, especially when he was 100% aware of my situation at home. Luckily for me, he had agreed to come to Sebastian's party with me at the weekend. Sebastian had caught me in form on Friday morning specifically to give me his address for the party.

Saturday rolled around quickly and I still wasn't sure what I was going to wear. I didn't even know the dress code. I'd invited Simon around early so that he could help me pick something out. He knocked at my door exactly when he was supposed to be there. I let him in and ushered him up into my room.

"I have absolutely no clue what I'm supposed to wear." I groaned. Why had I even agreed to go? I looked Simon over, he was dressed very casually in a pair of jeans and a baggy t-shirt.

"Well, what were you thinking?" Simon asked. I showed him the two outfits that I was stuck between. The first was a jumper and a pair of leather leggings. The second a pair of ripped jeans and a baggy vest top. Simon threw the jumper away before throwing the jeans away. Pairing the leather leggings and baggy vest top together.

"Do you not think it's too much?" Simon almost burst out laughing.

"Clary. Wait until we get there. You'll think you're dressed for church the way some of them dress." He shook his head. I headed into the bathroom, getting changed as quickly as I could. I emerged from the bathroom, hands in my hair.

"Up or down?" I asked, standing in front of the mirror.

"Down." Simon said as though the choice was obvious. I shrugged, fluffing it out over my shoulders. A few touches of make-up later and a pair of heeled boots and I was ready to go.

When we arrived, there were people spread out all over the lawn. The party already seemed to be in full swing. I cast a sideways glance at Simon who just looked at me as though it was a normal thing. As we were heading up into the house, I was adamant I saw Lily sneak past. It reignited a thought in my head.

"Did Sebastian get Quarterback then?" I questioned Simon as though he would know more about it than I would. He shrugged.

"Beats me."

If it seemed busy outside of the house, the inside was something else unto itself. People were rammed into every room. Beanbags were dotted around all over the house, making me seriously question the sanity of Sebastian's parents.

"Let me get you a drink!" Simon shouted over the noise, weaving through the crowd after leaving me next to a very decorative plant as a marker. I recognised a few people but only from passing. I had zero clue what their names were. Jace, the boy from my form class, was sitting on a beanbag with a girl on either of his knees, vastly enjoying himself. Simon was right about the outfits. A lot of the girls here were wearing short dresses that barely covered their modesty. My leather leggings suddenly seeming like a fantastic idea. I felt a tap on my shoulder and span expecting to see Simon stood in front of me. Instead a large man swam into view, he was wearing a letterman jacket and I immediately went to turn around, assuming he'd spoken to the wrong person.

"Hey, little lady!" He shouted in my ear, making me turn back to face him. I looked at him with my eyebrows raised.

"Hi?" I said confused. I couldn't tell if he was drunk or just naturally a really touchy person but he was making me seriously uncomfortable. Where the hell was Simon with these drinks?

"Let me get you a drink." He smirked, giving his friend who was stood next to the bannister a 'sly' nod.

"No thank you." I smiled politely. I'd seen way too many episodes of Law and Order: SVU to buy into this bullshit. As I went to turn around set on finding Simon, his hand sprang back to my shoulder easily enveloping it and spinning me around to face him. His smirk was gone, his brow frowning.

"I said, let's get you a drink."

"And I said, no thank you." I reiterated. He went to grab me again but I felt his hand pulled from my shoulder from someone else. I was surprised to see Jace stood there, holding his hand away from my shoulder.

"Come on bud leave it. You're not getting anywhere with this one." Jace smirked at him before pointing out some cheerleaders who were giggling and waving in his direction. I watched the large guy wander over to them and easily win them over with his suspicious drinks. "I think the words you are looking for are – you're welcome." Jace smiled at me before sauntering back over to his beanbag where he was approached by two different girls. I shook my head before making a beeline for the kitchen to find Simon. Once I got there, he was nowhere to be seen. Where the hell had he went for these drinks? The store? I set about making myself a drink. I had zero clue what I was doing, mixing a couple of spirits and then pouring some soft drink on the top of it. Meh, it would do. I took a hearty sip before pulling my face. Why did people like drinking? It tasted vile!

"You may want to watch yourself with those." An artsy looking guy pointed out as he leaned against the kitchen counter.

"With what?" I asked, braving another sip.

"Mixing your spirits. I'd go steady if I was you especially in this crowd." He smiled at me, taking a sip of his own drink.

"What are you drinking?" I asked, hoping that whatever he had to offer would taste better than the concoction that I'd created.

"Whiskey." He gestured to a hip flask inside his pocket. "Want some?"

"Will it taste better than this?"

"More than likely." He laughed, grabbing me a cup and pouring me out what I assumed was a better measure. He topped it off with lemonade before passing it to me. I took a tentative sip. "Don't worry, I'm not going to drug you." He laughed. I smiled, blushing a little across my cheeks. He was right, it did taste better.

"I'm Clary by the way." I smiled, feeling the need to introduce myself.

"I'm Jordan." He reached over to shake my hand. "I like your leggings by the way. Leather is a hard one to pull off." He smirked.

"Thanks." I laughed, sipping at my drink. "Nice dreadlocks, I'd imagine they're also quite hard to pull off." I commented. "In both senses." I added. He just laughed at me, shaking his head. "How did you get invited to this party by the way? Somehow it doesn't seem like your scene." I had to ask.

"I could say the same." He smiled, looking me up and down. "Sebastian and I go way back. Now, how did you end up getting invited? Or are you crashing?"

"Sebastian invited me. In form class." I said simply, finishing off my glass. I started rooting around the kitchen looking for other spirits that looked like they might be decent. I didn't dare tell anyone that this was my first ever time drinking. Ever. I picked up a few bottles analysing them.

"Are you actually going to try anything or just inspect it?" Jordan teased, swigging directly from his flask. I shot him a look before picking up the most interesting looking bottle. I poured what I assumed was a measure into my cup before filling it with lemonade before sipping it. It wasn't half bad! "I'm sure I already told you not to mix your spirits…" Jordan laughed. I looked worryingly into the cup.

"I thought you meant in the same cup…" I said dismayed. Jordan burst out laughing.

"You're not going to die Clary. Chill. It just means you might end up quite drunk." I nodded in understanding before sipping my drink once more.

"Do you play football?" I asked intrigued, trying to sip slower. Jordan shook his head.

"No. I'm too laidback for that. You should have seen the guys earlier. Nearly in tears because their coach hasn't decided who's playing Quarterback yet."

"I wonder if the coach is waiting for Jon to come back." I said out loud, kicking myself. Jordan looked at me surprised.

"You know Jon?"

"A girl in form was talking about him yesterday. I'm assuming he used to be Quarterback." I tried to blag my way out of it. Jordan looked appeased.

"He's a really great guy actually. No one has seen him for a while. He strictly told people to stay away from his house so." Jordan shrugged. "Have you seen Sebastian yet then?" I shook my head. I'd somehow managed to drink my entire drink in my nervousness of bringing up Jon.

"I haven't come across him yet."

"No doubt he'll be upstairs." Jordan looked at me as though I was supposed to catch on to the joke. Just as I was about to respond to Jordan, loud shouts started echoing through the living room. A fight had broken out. I backed myself up against the bench as Jordan headed towards the door to see what was happening. He shot me a backwards glance. "You're not going to get yourself into trouble if I leave you here by yourself are you?" I laughed immediately in response as the alcohol flushed to my brain. Jordan sighed, heading back towards me. He lifted me up with ease, sitting me on top of the breakfast bar table. "Stay." He said simply. I easily amused myself whilst he was gone, pouring myself a little bit of each spirit that was on the table and trying it. I'd discarded most of the cups I'd poured them into. In what seemed like no time at all, Jordan had returned. "Woah there, save some cups for everyone else." He joked as he re-entered the kitchen.

"I'm just making everyone else's drinks." I laughed. "I'm a sweetheart, I know."

"You're pissed. That much I know." Jordan informed me.

"I'll live." I said cheerfully as I filled the cups. Jordan laughed, ruffling his dreadlocks.

"I'm sure you will."

Sebastian's POV

Everyone seemed to be having a fantastic time. Take that Jace, try and top this party. I'd been upstairs, making sure that everyone was obeying the house rule of not touching my parent's bedroom. Everything was in full swing when I came downstairs. Jace was having a three way kiss with two cheerleaders who I didn't even know. Maybe they were just trying out. I emptied my cup and headed towards the kitchen to make myself a fresh one. There were only two people in the kitchen, Jordan and Clary. Jordan was casually resting against the counter, in his usual get up. Clary was dressed in a way that I never would have imagined when I first met her at school. Leather leggings? Now that was hot. She was sitting astride the breakfast bar, cups lined up alongside her as she poured alcohol indiscriminately amongst them. I cleared my throat before walking further into the room.

Clary's POV

I turned my head towards the noise behind me. Sebastian was stood in the doorway. He was dressed in a pair of dark fitted jeans and a loose white t-shirt. Surprisingly, he had ditched his letterman t-shirt.

"Drink?" I offered him, gesturing to my many concoctions in front of me.

"I didn't think you were going to come Clary." He smiled, inspecting the cups. I shrugged.

"Eh, neither did I." Jordan burst out laughing behind me. Sebastian shot him a glance.

"At least she's honest." Jordan laughed. "Try one of her drinks, she's desperate for someone to try one." Sebastian obliged, taking a half filled cup from the edge of the table. He looked at me suspiciously before pouring it down the hatch. Once it was gone, he coughed deeply.

"Jesus Christ Clary. What the hell are you making in here?" His voice was hoarse.

"I'm the bartender." I shrugged, trying to pour alcohol into a cup and missing. I immediately placed the bottle down on the table. "Oops." Sebastian looked at Jordan.

"How much has she had?"

"A bit of this, bit of that. I did warn her not to mix her drinks." Jordan added.

"I think she might need some fresh air." Sebastian said, heading over in my direction.

"Stop talking about me like I'm not here." I grumbled, crossing my arms.

"Come on, you need some fresh air. Off the table." Sebastian gestured for me to jump down. I looked down, the floor was spinning making my head spin.

"Can't." I said simply, closing them. Sebastian sighed before laughing. His arms grabbed me around the waist before cementing me on the floor. He let go momentarily but must have saw how much I wobbled as he quickly held onto my side. Jordan bid me farewell as we left the kitchen out of the backdoor. Once we were outside, Sebastian sat me down on the grass before sitting himself next to me.

"I've lost Simon." I grumbled, playing with the grass underneath me.

"Is Simon your boyfriend?" Sebastian asked. I laughed, hitting him in the shoulder.

"No silly. Simon is my friend." I laughed. "I've lost him."

"I'm sure he'll find his way back to you." Sebastian reassured me.

"Why are you having a party to celebrate being Quarterback, if you're not Quarterback?" I couldn't stop myself, the alcohol loosening my lips.

"I wasn't really having this party to celebrate." He laughed. "I just like pissing Lily off. She's intolerable sometimes." I went to laugh but lost my balance, landing on my back on the grass. Feeling giddy, I pulled my legs up to my chest before holding them in a perfect vertical line in the air. "What on earth are you doing?"

"Being a gymnast." I laughed, trying to push my legs over my head.

"You're going to hurt yourself, that's what you're going to do." Sebastian's hands were on my thighs trying to push my legs back down onto the grass as I tried to push them towards my head. His strength easily outshone mine as he managed to push my legs back to the ground and me back into a seating position. I pouted at him for ruining my fun, not realising that his hand was still on my thigh. He was looking at me intently as his hand moved from my thigh up to my cheek. His face connected with mine. His lips pressing against mine firmly, searching as his tongue tried to gain access to my mouth. It was nice. I went with it. Until my sober brain kicked in. I barely knew this guy! AND he was Jon's friend! I pulled myself back, feeling relatively awkward. I tucked my hair behind my ear as Sebastian looked at me, longingly.

"I'm sorry." I commented, fidgeting.

"You have nothing to be sorry for." Sebastian muttered, moving in once more.

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