A/N: This should be much better than the other one! I'm happy with it, and it was a big release. My gran was lecturing me how I should be finding a man to marry, than working my way to get to university.

Hopefully I'll start chapter 6 tonight, and finish it tomorrow, and upload it in the same day!

The mortal instruments do not belong to me in any way, shape of form.

Chapter 5: Pandemonium? Party on!

Pulling up onto the side-walk with my friends in my Mustang; the air was already thick with sweat and alcohol; I looked towards the line of multicoloured people. Shrugging and looked at Camille. She winked at me with a knowing smirk. Following her up towards the front of the club, skipping the enormous queue, we walked as a pack. Only some complained at us, - to which Jonathan glared at them - but the others knew us, and stayed completely silent. The bouncer raised an eyebrow, and opened his mouth to say something. Camille stepped forward; chest on clear view, and long legs shown.

"You'll let us in won't you?"

The guy's name tag said 'Bob', to which I snickered at. He nodded, and let us in with no questions; only a quick: "Welcome to Pandemonium!" We waltzed inside and high-fived quickly: mission accomplished.

We split into different areas of the club. The boys all snaked into the crowd on the dance floor; they mixed and disappeared in with the crowd of bodies. While me and the girls snuck off towards the 'lounge', Calmer music rang around this area, and Camille grabbed my hand, squeezing mine reassuringly. Placing fake smiles onto our faces; I put her fake ID in her back pocket. Walking over towards the bar, the bar keep gave is a sceptical look.

"ID?"

Showing the barman our ID's, and his eyes went large with acknowledgement. They said we were four years older than actually we were, but that was how they arrived to me. We order some Jaggerbombs, and moved to a table in the far corner; admiring any man who walked by. We laughed and joked for an hour or so; until the boys reappeared behind us. We ordered round after round of different drinks, never drinking the same thing in a row. Beer, whiskey, vodka; it didn't matter. I was here to forget, and destroy my liver, and these people were all here to help me.

At around half eleven I was completely out of my head; I didn't feel any better than when I arrived here, in fact, I felt worse. My body was telling me I was having a great time, but my head was in turmoil; fed up of the voices fighting in my head, and got onto my feet and - somehow - made a move towards the dance floor.

A person in the corner was handing out herbal ecstasy, and I stumbled drunkenly over towards him. Placing it onto my tongue; I swallowed gratefully, and diving forward I pressed my mouth against his. Thrusting my tongue inside; it was an instant fight for dominance.

The DJ started saying that he was taking requests, and someone obviously asked for one, because instantly, the distinctive opening bars of 'DUI' started playing. I unlocked myself from the random guy, and found the group. We bumped and grinded against each other, both male and female. The beat pulsed throughout my entire body, sending electric currents around over my skin; I was buzzing. The intoxicating drone of the continuous bass worked its way throughout my sensed and motor functions; the lyrics wrapping themselves around my mind, and weaving into my thoughts:

Opps I did it again, committed a sin

Drunk, Dialled my ex, Fuck her right the next

Hoes on my neck, Mr. Whiskey Train wreck

Always breaking the law, Blame it on alcohol

You better call the cops because we just won't stop

We got that beat that drops, Just drop it like it's hot

You better call the cops because we just won't stop

We got that beat that drops, Just drop it like it's hot

When the chorus started; I found the rhythm among the crowd; bouncing on the balls of my feet, and occasionally grinding onto people next to me. The flashing lights flared up around me. In among the haze of lust; I briefly saw Sebastian grinding with two blue hair girls - twins probably. Spinning around with my arms around strangers; I caught sight of Jonathan. Muscles arms folded over his chest, back against a wall, with a knowing smirk, laughing with a stranger with a hood on, but I was far too gone to care.

I was only on the dance floor for three extremely long songs, before I began to be weighed down with my earlier thoughts. Shakily I walked to the bathroom. Peering around, I was glad no one was here. I covered my face in water, and ran my hands across the pale, paper like thing I called my skin.

Looking at myself was like looking at a dead animal. I felt disgusted, and sympathy towards myself. My eyes weren't shining like they did a few years ago, they were dull. My skin was at its worse shade of white I had ever seen. My hair was ragged, and made me look slightly less human. I was ugly. I was worthless. I was a blip in time that no one would miss. I sighed, and leaned against the tiles wall. Why did I have to act like this? I was drunk, but I had built a tolerance over time, and it didn't bother me much now. Looking up at the ceiling; I silently wished I wasn't this way. A tear silently fell down my cheek, and I shut my eyes. I wanted to shoot up my pain away, but I couldn't. I wiped my eyes, and made my way back to the loud music, the sweating bodies, and the lifestyle I had learned to tolerate...and love.

I returned onto the floor among the safety of the sea of people. The ecstasy burning in me. I was a mess of limbs, and erotic movements. My body wrapped itself around other peoples bodies like a snake, creating a sultry air around me. The girl I was dancing with; wrapped her arms around my neck, and her long brown hair was stuck to her sweaty neck. Her clothes clung to her in all the right places, but she was the wrong gender for me to be attracted to her. I knew everything I was going to do was wrong. I knew who I was, and who I liked, but I needed a distraction...and she was perfect for that. I thrusted my tongue into her mouth. The taste of strawberry lip balm sticking to my lips. She was just as - maybe more - drunk than me, and I knew I wouldn't remember anything the morning after. My eyes very blood-shot, and I lost myself in her mouth, and curved body.

Leaving Pandemonium in drunken haze my rational thinking was shattered. Sebastian was right; I needed to let loose, party, and forget everything - even if I'd regret it later. Floating to the car; I didn't know where I was, what I was doing or much of anything. I felt bile rise up in my throat. I pushed Camille off of me; just as I heaved up my stomach con-tense. It was watery..and slightly bloody. Camille muttered something I couldn't make out. I blinked hastily, and felt tissue on my face. Camille was face to face with me. Wiping my mouth, and brushed my hair off my sweating forehead. My vision was blurred around the edges, and I fell forward like a lead ton weight, tumbling towards the pavement, with Jon's arms around me before I made impact.

I blinked rapidly a few moments later. My head hurt like hell, and the small amount of light that there was semi-blinded me; I inwardly groaned.

"I see you're finally conscious!"

Somebody shouted from the front of the car; I heard some sniggers, and blinked a few more times. I sat up, and groaned aloud.

"Whose idea was this?"

They all laughed, but I just shut my eyes, and rested my head onto Camille's lap. Thankful I had her here for me, even if she was a massive bitch. Feeling her smooth fingers rake through my hair; I fell into a blissful doze.

(Magnus Pov.)

Strolling up the stairs towards mine and Simon's room; I deliberated on actually going to our shared room, or asking Ragnor if I could sleep with him tonight. I let the idea wonder, and trudged towards the door with the sign: 'S.L and M.B' with a few smiley faces under the initials. I opened the door, and stepped inside gingerly. The sound of 'Naruto' greeted me as I made my way through the small entryway. The back of a brown-haired boy strumming some cords on a bass guitar, made me smile slightly. I slammed the door, and watched Simon drop his bass, turn around, and give me a terrified look. I gave him a doubted look, and he gave me his lop-sided grin.

I went into the bathroom; wiped off all my make-up, washed all the gel and hairspray out, and then got dressed into a pair of grey jogging bottoms and one of Simon's shirts, with a bold print on the front saying: 'Sexy and I Know it' I laughed at my reflection, and walked out of the bathroom with a strut that a run-way model would be jealous of. Simon had switched Naruto off, and was lounging on his bed; looking at the ceiling in disinterest. I strutted in, and Simon gave exaggerated applause at my pyjamas. I loved this about him. He didn't judge me, or care about me stealing his clothes - because I refused to wear my own. I laid down on my bed opposite him, and pulled the duvet around my tall frame.

"Simon?"

"Hmm? What's up Magnus?"

"Sorry I keep waking you up,"

He chuckled, and switched his lamp off.

"Don't worry, Magnus. We all have our troubles, and our pasts. Just go to sleep, everything will be okay!"

He excitedly recited. I wasn't sire if he was trying to convince me...or himself. I looked up at the ceiling and sighed; I didn't feel sleepy, and I was still - somehow - buzzing from my encounter with the mysterious boy, with the striking blue eyes. When I finally did fall asleep, my alarm said it was 2:27AM. I fell asleep with a smile on my face, and strange random thoughts of him.

A/N: In the old version it seemed cluttered? Well I've given Alec more depth in this, and Magnus has pretty much stayed the same, from here on things start changing I'm afraid.

Song: DUI - Blood On The Dance Floor

Next chapter is called:"disappointment, Sarcasm, and Hurt."

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- Sarah xx