A/N: Great news! I got my computer back! Therefore, I am updating this story :) Things happen in this chapter...some of the storyline comes in. I hope you guys like it!

~I Heart Herondale Boys~

Make You Feel My Love
Chapter Three: Valentine?

Clary wrapped her arms around herself in an attempt to warm herself as Isabelle walked up the stairs and rang the doorbell. Above the door, she could see the words The Magnificent carved in the wood.

The door opened moments later, revealing a tall man. His eyes were greenish-gold, his black hair was gelled up in spikes, his skin was the color of warm honey and he was absolutely covered in glitter. His almond shaped eyes were heavily covered with makeup, he wore a skin-tight black sequined vest and rainbow leather pants.

Isabelle held out her invitation. "I brought some people . . . I hope that isn't a problem," she said, batting her eyelashes.

The man grinned. "No problem, darling. Come in, come in!" he exclaimed. "Enjoy my party!"

Ah, so that's Magnus Bane. Not at all how I imagined him, Clary thought. She glanced up at Jace, who looked like he was trying to hold back laughter. Smiling and shaking her head, she followed everyone inside.

Clary guessed that Magnus loved glitter, seeing as every surface of his apartment—and self―was coated in it.

A girl approached them, carrying a tray of drinks. Clary didn't have to ask if they were alcoholic or not—she just knew they were.

When the girl offered one to Clary, she was ready to say no―she was, after all, only fifteen. Screw it, she thought, accepting it. I've had a bad day. Jace's eyebrows shot up at this, but Clary only grinned at him. She downed the drink quickly, trying to keep a straight face. It was hard because the drink burned her throat like hell, but she managed, reaching for another drink.

After she'd downed her third and was reaching for a fourth, Jace grabbed her wrist. "Easy there, Clary. I think you've had enough," he said, his eyes glinting with amusement.

Clary giggled. "Who? Me? Pfft, I can handle it, Jacie."

Jace raised an eyebrow at her. "Jacie?"

She nodded, still giggling. "Uh-huh. Jacie-Lacie-Macie-Pacie!"

Jace pressed his lips tightly together to keep from laughing. "Okay, Clary."

She looked hurt. "No nickname for me?" she asked sadly, looking up at him through long eyelashes.

He pursed his lips. "Hmm . . . how about Drunky?"

She scowled. "No. You're no fun, Jacie."

He chuckled. "Believe me, I'm fun."

She raised her eyebrows. "Really, now?"

"Yes, but I don't feel the need to prove it to you yet."

She rolled her eyes and stumbled off, looking for another drink.

Jace watched her walk away with faint amusement. She was completely hammered.

Reaching for a drink of his own, his eyes swept over the crowd, taking in all of the freaks at the party. Some people were so weird. He spied a girl with fake fairy wings strapped to her back with pink hair that had flowers woven through it. Some people, he thought, shaking his head.

Suddenly, the sound of feedback from a microphone filled the room, causing people to cover their ears. He glanced up at the stage to find Clary, struggling to stay upright, clutching the microphone. He saw that the microphone was plugged into a karaoke machine.

"Everyone SHUT UP!" Clary shouted, causing all eyes to swivel up to the stage. Once she was satisfied that everyone was paying attention, she spoke again. "I wanna dedicate this song to Jacie, who has yet to show me how fun he his." Then she dropped a glittery wink at him, and he grinned.

Then, "Blow" by Ke$ha flooded through the speakers, and Clary sang along. Jace watched as she strutted around the stage, swaying with the music.

The girl had no idea how attractive she was.

When the song ended, she sauntered—well, she stumbled and almost fell, but that's irrelevant―off the stage towards Jace, but was stopped when a dark-haired boy stepped in her way.

Jace's protectiveness that he already felt for the small girl kicked in, and he jogged over and grabbed the shoulder of the guy who was blocking her path. He jerked him back, making him almost fall.

"Simon!" Clary exclaimed, reaching for him.

"Jeez, man! What was that for?" the dark-haired boy—Simon―asked angrily, straightening his glasses.

Jace turned to Clary. "You know him?"

She nodded. "He's my best friend Simon. Simon, this is Jace. I live with him now."

Simon's jaw dropped. "When exactly did you plan on telling me that you were moving in with some dyed-blond asshole?"

Jace turned back to Simon. "Excuse me, but my hair is natural. And she didn't really have the chance, since it was a surprise to her. To all of us," he replied coolly, staring him right in the eyes.

Simon ignored him. "Clary?"

"Jace is right, Simon. I meant to call you, but I was settling in," she said, resting her hand on his forearm. "Sorry."

"Why are you apologizing to him? He's not your babysitter," Jace muttered.

Simon glared intensely at Jace, which he returned.

Clary stepped between them, putting a hand on both of their chests. "Cool it. Jace, just shut up. Simon is my best friend, and he was worried about me." She turned to Simon. "And you. Be nice to Jace, he saved me from being mugged earlier. He was just looking out for me."

Both men sighed in resignation, muttering "Yeah, whatever".

"Clary! Jace! There you guys are!" Isabelle exclaimed, pushing through the crowd to get to them. She noticed Simon. "Who's this?" she asked.

"Isabelle, this is my best friend Simon. Simon, this is Isabelle Lightwood. She's Jace's adoptive sister," Clary replied.

Isabelle grinned and held out her hand. "Nice to meet you."

Jace had to hold back his laughter as he watched Simon stare at Isabelle with a look of admiration on his face. He knew that Isabelle would eat him for dinner.

Simon shook her hand. "N-nice to meet you too," he stuttered.

She pulled him over. "Let's dance!" she said enthusiastically before dragging him over where other people danced.

Jace swept a bow to Clary. "Care to dance, Drunky?" he asked, smirking.

Clary rolled her eyes, but let him lead her to the others.

"I'll show you how fun I can be," he whispered before ducking behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and swinging her around a few times. He grinned as she giggled uncontrollably, begging him to put her down.

He acquiesced, not wanting her to puke on his shoes.

Still wanting to humor her, he started dancing like a freak, making her giggle even more.

"You're so messed," she said through the giggles once he stopped.

He shrugged. "Maybe. But at least I'm fun."

She nodded, smiling. "Yeah, you proved it."

Suddenly, her skin turned greenish. "Uh-oh," she mumbled, turning to run for the bathroom.

Jace watched her go, sighing. She's going to have the worst hangover tomorrow, he thought, shaking his head.

When she got into the bathroom, Clary promptly threw up in the toilet, her entire body convulsing. She suddenly wished that she hadn't drank so much, because it was starting to catch up with her.

Once she was finished, she wiped her mouth and splashed some water on her face. Thankfully, Isabelle had used waterproof stuff on her, so her makeup wasn't ruined.

As she was turning the doorknob, the door flew open, and she squeaked in surprise. A man burst in the room, and Clary recognized him instantly as one of the men who'd tried to mug her earlier that day.

She began backing away, needing to get as far away from him as possible. But her back hit a wall, and she was trapped.

The man grinned, and it chilled her to the bone.

"Ah, here you are. Valentine will be so pleased," he said, stepping closer.

Clary whimpered. "Who's Valentine?"

He laughed. "You'll find out soon enough."

With that, he knocked her over the head, and everything went dark.

God, I'm evil :) haha never fear, I'll update soon!

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-Sarah