I'm sorry. There's really no excuse for how I haven't updated since forever, so I'm sorry.

I've just gotten into another fandom and I'm reading fanfics left right and center and you guys know how it is... joining new fandoms.

It's crazy. And you're obsessed. And it feels like you can't do anything about it!

So... I'm sorry. And I'm also sorry this is so short, it's just a filler. More exciting things are happening next chapter, and hopefully that will be up on time.

Thank you for sticking with me. I still love you, even though you probably hate me.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything, all rights go to Cassandra Clare.

Chapter Seven

Oh man… I thought, rubbing my eyes wearily and sitting up from my position in my bed. That was some dream. I made my way into the bathroom and froze, staring at my reflection. No. Oh, God, please

no. Please tell me it was a dream. Please. But I knew my thoughts were futile as I reached up to touch my rats nest of a hairdo. My eyes were crusty and had black smudged under and on top and everywhere. I glanced at my knuckle and it was coated in my eye makeup.

I looked down at my get up. I was wearing the exact same mini dress I had on in my dream. Either it wasn't a dream or I'm still stuck somewhere in dreamland and oh, please let it be the latter.

I stripped off and hopped into the shower, scrubbing my face and my arms and my legs and everywhere that felt like sleaze. I conditioned my hair first in hopes to get rid of the nasty tangles before shampooing and re-conditioning.

I groaned as I started massaging my head and realized that my hands were not making my newly founded hangover any better. Could this day get any worse? Not only was I slowly remembering exactly who I ran into at the club last night, but I was also recollecting fuzzy images of what that other someone and I did at the club. Ugh.

Today I was going to do nothing except eat ice cream straight out of the bucket and vow to never ever leave the house again.

Jace's POV

Don't ask me how I end up at Pandemonium two nights after Clary's appearance here, but I'm here and I don't know why. I'm staring at the door and watching tons of eligible one night stands pass through, but for some reason, I don't care. And that scares me. But it doesn't have anything to do with a certain redhead… right?

Right, I silently resolve as I tip back my second shot of vodka. This behavior has nothing to do with Clary. Nothing at all.

I see a flash of red at the door and my head instantly picks up and follows it, but I can feel my shoulders slowly slump as I realize that it's not the right colour. It's too vibrant and it almost hurts to look at. Nothing like Clary's.

Clary's?

Get your head in the game, Jace! I screamed at myself in my head, but I couldn't stop looking for her. I was trying so hard to get her out of my head, but nothing was working. One kiss. That's all it was. But now it felt like Clary's got me wrapped around her finger. This won't have a positive ending for me, I can feel it.

"Hey," said a honey-sweet voice from behind me, and I think I felt the Earth's gravity lessen just a little bit. I turn around, and the world's gravity is just as it always was, if not heavier. Behind me was a very attractive girl, with black, pin-straight hair and angular eyes, and if I was in his right mind I would've pounced on her like a lion after a gazelle. But I'm not in my right mind and this girl is not Clary.

"Hi," I replied, trying to keep the disappointment out of my voice.

"Someone's feeling a bit glum," she laughed, taking the barstool next to me. I guess I didn't try hard as I thought I did.

"Only a bit," I played along, flagging down the bartender for a refill of vodka.

"Enough to drown your sorrows, though," she pointed out.

I look thoughtful down at my empty shot glass. Was that what I was doing? Hmm… interesting. Interesting indeed.

"Aline," she introduced, sticking out her hand for me to shake.

"Jace," I answered, taking her hand and shaking twice. She smiled sweetly and I returned it.

We sit in silence for a while. It makes me think that maybe I should buy her a drink or something, but then she opens her mouth and starts talking.

"Just go find her," Aline said suddenly enough that I think I might fall off my chair.

"Wait, what?" I asked, narrowing my eyes at her.

"Oh, come on. I know what unrequited love looks like," she shot back.

I feel suddenly defensive. How did she see straight through me like that? "I'm not in unrequited love."

"Okay, okay," she put her hands up in surrender. "But you should still go get her. Because you never know… one day it might all be gone." She taps the bar once with her knuckles before she's gone. Well, that was interesting. Her words ring in my ears as I down my third shot and make my way to get a taxi cab home.

One day it might all be gone…