Note: I had a slight mishap in the first couple of chapters where I had already made it known that Clary knew Magnus and then later on met him at the house party and didn't reflect the earlier statement. The only way to resolve this mishap is to explain it. Clary knows of Magnus but doesn't know him personally. As the Lightwood parents disapprove of Alec's sexual preference, Magnus has never shown up at any family events which is the only time Clary sees Alec prior to the start of this story. So naturally, she's heard about Magus before but hasn't put two and two together yet but she will soon, just you wait. If it's any consolation, I have known two Magnus' in my short, off-line life so it's not that unusual to me for those of you who are doubting Clary's ability to comprehend things. Thank you all, and my apologies.

Also, to the guest reviewer who kept me entertained by spamming my email inbox with like half a dozen reviews. I love you. I hope someone bakes you a cake. Also make an account so we can chat! Xx But to cover a few questions, yes there will be more Clace, it's just complicated currently; Yes, you will find out the backstory involving Jocelyn's death; and yes, I am seriously considering turning this M rated. I can't even handle the sexual tension in this story sometimes. *Cue 'Now Kiss' meme*And honestly, I'd really appreciate your opinion on this matter.

Regardless I love all your feedback. It makes me feel bad that I can't push chapters out fast enough for you all! Uni is a big pain in my butt.

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"Clary, get your butt out here. Simon will be up in a second, so hurry up!"

Izzy banged on my door for the fourth time in the last ten minutes but I still pretended that I hadn't heard her ranting at me. She had tried to convince me for the last week to go along to the boys' soccer final but honestly, it held no interest for me at all. I'd rather just stay home and search through the wonders of the internet all day under my doona. Plus it looked like it was going to rain outside and at even the slight hint of moisture in the air, my hair would become unrestrainable and the size of a small country.

My lack of response must have been the last straw as Izzy pushed open my door, her black bangs swinging some-what stylishly as she strided into my room and jumped on me, the bed squeaking beneath us.

"Argh, need…air!" I spluttered as she squirmed on top of me. She eventually settled beside me, propping her head up on her arm.

"I'm not going, Isabelle," I said, looking up at the ceiling. She pouted and raised an eyebrow.

"Come on Clary, it'll be fun. Consider it getting your social life fix for the week," she said brightly. I looked over at her and grimaced. This woman would be the death of me. I had a heck of a lot of stuff due and I'd been working my butt off on it at the cost of any time with my friends and she knew it.

"No, Isabelle, I mean it. I've got to get this gallery plan done before I let myself any time to go out."

She sighed and nodded. "I understand. Well at least meet us for drinks after the game?"

"You're forgetting I'm underage," I said, flicking her on the ear. She rolled her eyes and pinched my arm.

"There are such things as non-alcoholic drinks, dipshit," she said, pulling herself up to a sitting position.

"Yeah yeah, I know, I'm just pulling your leg," I replied, "But yeah, sounds like a plan. Text me when it's over and I'll meet you wherever you are, depending on if I'm in the zone or not."

She laughed at that one. "Oh you and your zone. I'll never get you artists. You're all about this force that you can't stop when 3AM comes around and you're struck by creativity and, blah blah blah!"

I sat up and wrapped my arms around her neck, "Thanks for understanding, Nurse Lightwood."

"Whatever. I'm going to go find my poncho. Those clouds outside look particularly torrential," she said, returning my hug.

"Go forth and have fun," I insisted, and she got up and bounced off, back the way she came.

I sighed. So I kind of lied when I said I wasn't going just because of work. Yeah sure, I had a lot of it but I hadn't seen Jace or any of the boys since that party a few weeks back and I still wasn't sure where I stood on my feelings towards Jace. Well, yes okay I was still a little embarrassed over my drunken episode but more or less, I was more confused over why he was being so nice to me all of a sudden than anything. Did I just peg him wrong? He used to be a complete dick to me and I used to hate his guts, but now, I don't know. I was between opinions.

The morning passed without a text from Izzy and I lost myself in my art projects. I was always thankful for an empty house every now and then. Not only did it mean that I could sing at the top of my lungs as I went to refill my water pot in the bathroom, but just the time alone. I loved having a roomie but I enjoyed the quiet life sometimes.

It was 3 o'clock by the time Izzy came home with Simon in tow. Of course I didn't actually notice her home until she ripped out my earphones, making me nearly hit the roof from fright. Well, I fell off the chair. I'm not the most graceful person to scare.

"Holy shit, Iz!" I yelled, as she and Simon lost it. Simon collapsed onto my bed, wiping the tears from his eyes.

"I'm sorry Clary, but you're adorably dorky when you get frightened," Izzy teased, buckling over in her fit of giggles.

"Oh hardy-har, you guys are hilarious. I assume you hit up the bar without me. Pity, I'm the best person to drink with and you all know it," I said, pulling myself back up to my desk and switching my iPod off.

The giggle fit died out as Izzy composed herself. "Nah, we just decided to go out tonight instead. It is a Saturday, much more fun at night you know."

I screwed up my face. "But whyyyyy? I like bars better. I don't get pressured into dancing."

Simon rolled over and propped himself up on one arm. "You didn't come this morning therefore you're coming by default. It's not like you're going to be drinking anyway unless you get smashed at pre's."

I raised my eyebrow. "And let me guess, you're all having pre-drinks here regardless of my wishes?"

Izzy nodded, smiling. "Saturday, remember? Anyway, it's just going to be the 7 of us. Alec's boyfriend is meeting us out and Maia is coming beforehand."

I sighed. "Fine, but I can't go out after tonight. It's nearly the end of semester so things are getting crazy."

"All good, Clare. But you have three hours to get appropriately dressed before the others come over," she said, pointing her index finger at me, "And by appropriate, I want to see some more skin than usual." She gave a wink and pulled Simon out of my room, thankfully shutting the door behind her.

I sighed.

Well, shit. There goes my plan of avoiding Jace for a little while longer.

I lost track of time once more and before I knew it was six thirty and most of our friends had arrived, bottles in hand. Izzy gave me the raised eyebrow of disapproval when she saw me wander down the stairs, still in my old paint-covered shirt and charcoal on my face. When I re-emerged half an hour later dressed to Izzy standards, there was hardly a seat not taken in the lounge: Maia was sitting on Jordan's lap in the recliner, Alec and Jace had taken the loveseat and Izzy was sitting between Simon's legs as he sat in the other single lounge.

"God, we go and buy two new lounges, and we still can't fit you all," I said over their conversation as I walked down the stairs.

Maia grinned. "There's my wingwoman. What took you so long girl? I mean you live here and I got here sooner."

"I made her get changed before she started drinking. I couldn't have her getting tipsy and going out in her denim shorts and arty leftovers on her face," Izzy said, tipping her bottle in my direction before taking a sip.

"Well she cleans up pretty well, Iz," Jace teased.

I shot him a look. "Shut your mouth, Herondale."

I was in no mood for his flattery tonight, but I smugly took the compliment anyway. I'd left my red hair wild tonight and decided to wear a black dress with cut outs under my bust and around my waist. It accentuated what little curves I had and I'd added heels willingly for once in my life: a pair of black peep-toe wedges that covered the top of my foot and laced up at the top.

"Uh, I'm borrowing those shoes sometime Clare. Just letting you know if you find them missing in the morning," Maia said as I joined them around the coffee table, making myself comfortable on the rug opposite the loveseat.

After a round of King's cup in which Izzy and I lost a lot of vodka from our joint bottle to and Jordan picked the final King, Maia insisted on a game of Truth or Dare before we head out. I'd protested saying that we already knew each other really well, but Izzy had enthusiastically agreed on the game as well.

"Okay, Jace, truth or dare," Maia asked, circling her finger on her bottle's rim.

He leaned his forearms on his thighs and answered, "Dare." How he could look so confident that he could compete with Maia's antics is beyond me.

"Alright then, Mr. Ego, I dare you to sit there in your underwear for the next five rounds."

Truthfully, Alec looked more awkward than Jace, sharing the couch with him and trying to avoid looking down at their laps. At one point in the next couple of rounds I leaned over to Izzy and whispered, "It's like a car crash. I just can't look away no matter what."

"I know we're practically siblings but he's so pretty I could cry sometimes." We giggled and I sat back in my place.

"Oi Clary, truth or dare?" Jordan asked.

I smirked. "Truth."

He thought for a moment. "Why don't you talk to your dad anymore? I hear everyone dropping hints, but never the whole story."

I blanched. "Uh, reasons."

"Oh come on Clary, he's the only one who doesn't know. Despite it being a shitty question, he should know," Simon said. I grimaced at him but sighed.

"I don't talk to my father for the pure reason he was behind my mum's death. Not intentionally, but he despite how high in society he is, he plays dirty. He runs a widely known bank chain and basically something went wrong with a client from the shadier part of his business and the client's daughter died. Something to do with a mob the client had to pay back and my father wouldn't approve him for ransom money. The client came after me as retribution, blaming his daughter's death on my father. Mum jumped in front of the shot. I was 17 at the time but we hadn't lived with my father for at least a year. But yeah, that's why I don't talk to my father anymore. I don't want to be involved in his life and I sure don't want him in mine," I said.

Everyone was kind of quiet. I shrugged and took a drink and turned to Izzy. "Truth or dare, roomie."

I ended up staying home that night much to Izzy's disappointment but I hardly felt like going out dancing regardless. After my friends had left for the clubs around 10, I went upstairs and changed into my pyjamas, glad for the fact I could take my heels off. It was weird being slightly tipsy and wandering my apartment alone; not only weird but kind of sad. One of those weird moods where I didn't want to be around anyone but felt lonely all the same.

I went downstairs to the kitchen, pulled out my favourite mug and switched on the kettle. I measured out some tealeaves into the reusable mesh teabag I pulled from the cutlery draw and hung it over my mug. Mum always used to say that tea would soothe any trouble you had and that there was nothing it couldn't heal. She'd bring them up to my room when I was particularly stressed over exams or just had a bad day at school. I smiled to myself as I poured the boiling water into the mug, dunking the bag a few times before pulling it out and leaving it on the sink.

I opened the window to the fire escape and sat out on the small platform, crossing my legs underneath me. The mug warmed my hands and sighed. I enjoyed the rush of the city- I always had. I found it calming for some reason and with a cup of tea in my hands, it seems the world could do no wrong.

I lost track of time as I sat there listening to the city sounds below me but as my mug grew cold, I decided it was time to head up to bed before I fell asleep on the fire escape. As I switched the kitchen light off, there was a bang at the door followed by a giggling whispers. A rattle of the lock told me who was outside.

Izzy, Jace and Simon spilled in through the door, laughing at something unbeknown to me. Izzy flicked the lights on, looked up at me on the bottom of the stairs and squealed in fright.

"Clary, jeez, stop lurking around in the dark! You nearly gave me a heart attack," she exclaimed, whacking me with her purse when she approached me.

I smiled. "Good to see you home safe." I turned to the boys. "Are you guys staying here or are you just dropping her very, un-sober ass off? Because I can go get a mattress or something if you can't be bothered?"

Izzy grabbed Simon's hand and pulled him up the stairs towards her room before he could reply, giggling the entire way. Jace grinned at me.

"Looks like he had no choice in the matter," he said, "but I'll take you up on that offer if you don't mind. I can get it though, I don't mind."

I chuckled. "That would probably be the easiest option. It's stuffed in the top of my cupboard so you'll probably be able to reach it better than I will."

I motioned for him to follow me. I don't know what it was about Jace but half the time I didn't mind him hanging around. Or maybe I was just in a lenient mood after that cup of tea. I opened the door to my room and pulled open the sliding doors to my wardrobe. Jace pulled down the thin mattress while I went to go find him a blanket from the linen closet. When I returned he was standing in my doorway, the mattress under his arm.

"Here we go. Just let me know if you need anything else," I said, handing over the blanket to him which he took in his free arm.

He smiled one of his genuine smiles. You never really saw them touch his eyes but when they did, they were breath-taking. "Thanks, Fray, I should be right though. It was nice of you to offer to let me stay the night instead of making me fall down your stairs on the way home. Have you noticed how lethal they are?"

I nodded, stifling a chuckle. "Yeah they are a pain in the ass, I will agree."

He leaned in and kissed my cheek, leaving me breathless. My eyes widened as he pulled back, stepping backward to head off down the stairs. I was left standing there, my jaw gaping until he called back, "You look good in those PJ's by the way, Fray. Very low-cut" to which I flipped him off and breezed into my room, shutting the door behind me.

I flopped onto my bed, head face down into the covers. How could he make me feel so annoyed and my heart flutter at the same time? Ugh.

Boys would be the death of me.