A/N: So sorry for the late update. It´s been a little crazy around here. First I had a terrible cold, and let me tell you, I´m a complete wuss when I´m sick. Nobody in the whole world have ever been sicker. Then I had a bunch of birthday parties to go to and needed to plan my son's birthday that was yesterday.
The last chapter pushed this story over the 100 line. Thanks to all my reviewers for that. Especially Patchlover25 who gave me my 100th review
This story has been beta'd by cboo2501 and Worm in the Apple and pre-read by, Aliherondale333 and bethgreat97.
All recognizable characters are owned by Cassandra Clare and J.R Ward
My darkest days – Can´t forget you
Papa Roach – Live this down
My darkest days - Perfect
Chapter 6
What happens if you kiss and tell?
Jace couldn´t keep his eyes off the fuck hot girl in his bed. She was lying on her back, propped up on her elbows, making her gorgeous red hair spill down her back. The top three buttons on the white sleeveless shirt she wore were undone and her green and black, checkeredplaid skirt ended just above the middle of her thighs. The outfit was completed by a pair of white knee-high socks, creatingthe perfect mix of innocence and sin.
A low groan reverberated through the silence when the tip of her little pink tongue darted out and licked across her full lower lip. He was surprised when he realized that the sound had come from him.
Clary's emerald-green eyes darkened under his lust filled gaze and her perfect pale skin took on a rose-colored tint.
Jace could tell that she was nervous, but she was also…aroused.
He couldn´t get to the bed quick enough as he slid down next to her, molding himself to her side and pressing his lips to hers.
The feel of her silky skin against his fingertips resulted in his dick becoming harder than ever before. Moving his hand slowly from her knee to the place where he ached to bury himself, she parted her lips and moaned, giving his tongue access to the place he so desperately craved.
They didn´t break apart until the need to breathe became overwhelming.
"Fuck Angel, you´re so wet," Jace whispered as he pressed his palm against the soaked fabric of her panties.
"For you baby," Clary panted as he slid one of his fingers inside of her slick heat. "Only for you."
"Jace?Hellooo? Did you fall asleep again?" Alec´s amused voice pulled him from the day-dream. And just when it started to get interesting too.
"What? He looked around in confusion, feeling as if he just woken up but instead, finding himself seated at the breakfast table on an early Thursday morning. "Did you say something?"
"I asked what your plans were for this weekend, and you just sorta zoned out on me," his brother chuckled.
The daydream popped back in the forefront of his mind at Alec´s statement, but he pushed it back down for the time being. "I´m still weighing my options," In truth, Jace hadn´t had the chance to plan anything since his thoughts had been completely fixated on Clary all week. Now that they were friends he was one step closer to getting her in to his bed and then out of his head. Hopefully for good.
"How about going with us to the pre-opening of Pandemonium?" Izzy asked tentatively.
He hadn´t told her he had forgiven her for not telling him that Clary was back in town, but Jace could never stay mad at his sister. Not for real anyway. But he enjoyed watching her squirm and doing whatever he asked to get back on his good side again. Maybe it was time to through her a bone? "How the fuck are we supposed to get in? I thought it was invites only?" he smirked, letting her know they were okay again.
His siblings shared a look. "Well…we might know someone who knows someone…"
He shrugged and tipped back his chair. "Sure, why the fuck not. You think you can get Seb in too?"
Izzy scrunched her nose and pretended to gag. "Do we have to?"
He grinned. "If you want me to come…" It had been hate at first sight for his sister when she´d met Seb and no one could hate quite like Izzy. Seb had been relentless the first month with trying to get into Izzy's pants, but eventually, had to admit defeat. Since then, they´d moved on to mutual contempt.
"Fine," she scoffed. "But we´re not taking any of your skanks."
"Fair enough," he agreed easily. After all, he had his sight set on a particular girl and any others would just be in the way.
"Could you do me a favor, Jace," Izzy cocked her head and gave him a long look. "Would you mind dressing like you actually care what people think? I´ve got a rep to protect as the best dressed girl in all of Alicante High. How am I supposed to keep that title when both of my brothers insist on looking like they just rolled out of bed?"
Jace snickered. "You´re just jealous that I could make anything look good." His thoughts drifted to what Clary might be wearing that day. If he didn´t know better, he would have thought that she had worn those tight jeans or short skirts just to mess with him. But why would she do that when she had her precious giant to take care of her glorious body?
He took a long look at his new distressed jeans and the wife beater he normally wore when he went running in the evening. He had just thrown it on this morning, hoping to take advantage of the glint he noticed in Clary's eyes during P.E on Monday, when he wore a tank similar to the one he had on now. It had just been there for a second or two and he wasn´t sure what it meant, but he figured he needed all the help he could get.
His conscience flared a bit at deliberately ruining what probably was a perfectly happy relationship, but he shook it off. He would give Clary back to her giant after he was done with her.
Right?
Right!
Jace was leaning against his car when Clary drove in through the gates to the parking lot. Ever since Tuesday morning she had driven her own car to school and what a fucking car it was.
She had barely killed the engine on her silver-grey Mercedes Benz e550 cabriolet before she was swarmed by every male student in the area. The horny fuckers alternated between drooling over the car or itshot as fuck driver. Her black and green checkered plaid skirt and white sleeveless shirt made him instantly hard. Jace couldn´t decide which was worse; seeing her giant having his hands all over her or watching every fucking guy in school making complete asses of themselves to get her attention.
When he saw the panicked expression in her beautiful eyes he ran over, managing to convince himself that he was only doing it for selfish reasons. If he intended to get her into his bedroom – and he definitely did – he needed to get closerto her in every possible way, and this seemed a good place to start.
It took every ounce of control he had not to beat and kick his way to Clary, who was pressed up against the side of her car, surrounded by idiots who were completely blind to her distress. Without a word he scooped her up in his arms and carried her towards his Impala. Izzy and the others hadn´t arrived yet, he was still pissed at his sister and asked Alec if they could get a ride with Magnus that morning instead.
He tried really hard not to think about how perfect her body fit against his, how she still smelled exactly the same as she did the last time he held her in his arms, and how amazing it felt to have her slim arms wrapped tightly around his neck.
He gave her his signature grin. "Relax, I´m not gonna drop you."
Much too soon they were clear of the horde and he had to regrettably let her go.
"Thanks Jace," she mumbled, her cheeks taking on an adorable shade of pink.
"No big deal," he shrugged, and then ran his fingers through his hair. "Look, about yesterday…I´m sorry, okay. I was kinda shockedto see you again and I acted like an ass." He thought about apologizing more, but he didn´t want to lay it on to thick and make her suspicious.
"Don´t worry about it," her blush deepened. "We can´t expect things to return to the way they were before I left. A year is a long time."
Jace knew from her tight smile and the way her eyes focused on a spot to the right of his head, exactly what she was trying to tell him.
Clary had moved on, and was nervous that he might still be holding out hope for the two of them.
Don´t worry Angel. I won´t do anything to fuck up your new and happy life…yet…
"Yeah, a lot has happened while you were away. Things change," he grinned and bumped hershoulder with his own playfully. "Doesn´t stop us from being friends though, right?"
Something flashed in her eyes, but it was gone too quickly for him to figure out what it was. When her gaze finally locked with his her eyes was blank and expressionless, but the small smile that tuggedat the corner of her mouth was warm. "Yeah. Friends."
Jace shook his head as he watched fifteen to twenty guys swarm around Clary, like flies on shit as she got out of her car.
Her smile looked strained as she nodded politely at what one of them was saying.
"Those fuckers never learn, do they," he said and nodded at the crowed that seemed to grow bigger by the second. "Someone should have a talk with her giant and tell him what´s going on with his girl every morning."
Alec's low chuckle came from the other side of the Impala where he mimicked Jace's pose against the car. "He has a name, you know."
"Hey, if it looks like a giant and talks like a giant..." he shrugged.
Alec snorted. "It must be a duck, right? Isn´t it time for you to swoop in and be her Jace in shining armor, like you´ve been doing these last few days?"
Jace kept a careful eye on Clary´s expression, watching for any sign of panic or discomfort, and relaxed when he couldn´t find any. "She doesn't need me yet," he answered, but didn´t take his gaze off her.
"Uh-hu, whatever you say," his brother's amused voice barely registered as Jace noticed Clary nervously fingering the gold chain around her neck. It was a clear sign that she was growing more and more uncomfortable with the unwanted attention. He pushed away from the car and starting walking towards her.
"Go rescue your damsel, Jace," Alec called after him. "But just so you know, my emotionally challenged brother, you´re not fooling anyone."
Jace grinned over his shoulder and flipped him off. Then being none to gently, he shoved away the bastards closest to Clary. Most of them moved out of the way without too much fuss but the more persistent ones took some extra prodding. Leveling his icy gaze at the stragglers, they were soon gone along with the others.
"My hero," Clary giggled.
He casually put his arms around her bare shoulders and blamed her sun kissed skin for the sudden burst of heat. "That´s what friends are for," he grinned.
Her delighted laughter sent shivers down his back and straight to his dick. Today she was wearing jeans again, but that did nothing to lower his blood pressure. They seemed to fit her like a second skin,hugging her hips in the most delicious way,and made her ass look mouthwatering. Her short tank top left her midriff bare and… wait was that a bellybutton ring?
Fuck me!
He stared at the gun-metal grey hoop with a small green stone like a moron, his mouth hanging open.
Jace hadn´t noticed that he had stopped walking until she asked what was wrong.
Say you forgot something in your car. Don´t let her know how much she affects you.
"Um…Nice piercing…"
Fucking idiot
"Oh," she turned a lovely shade of scarlet. "It´s new. Got it Tuesday, after school."
"O…okay," he swallowed hard. "It looks good. Really good."
Shut up, asshole.
"Um…thanks," she worried her lip with her teeth, making it difficult for him to walk so he decided to change the subject.
"The weekend is coming up. Got any plans?"
Smooth Lightwood. Idiot!
"Same as you, I guess," she gave him a sideways glance. "I mean… You´re going to the pre-opening tomorrow, right?" She fiddled with the strap to her messenger bag. "Izzy said she´d ask you."
Jace shook his head, a wide grin on his face. He couldn´t believe his luck. "You´re going too? That´s great. Do you know who else is going?"
"Simon and Magnus of course. Jordan and Maia. Other than that I´m not sure."
He frown when she mentioned Jordan's name. Jace had caught the fucker staring at Clary several times since the assembly.
That bastard better keep his eyes to himself.
He wasn´t jealous, merely looking out for a friend.
Right?
Right.
Jace had his eyes glued to the front of the classroom but he didn´t see anything of what Mr. Hodge was writing on the blackboard. His thoughts were completely focused on the petite redhead beside him whom seemed busy taking down every word in her little green notebook. She scribbled furiously, seemingly unaware of everything else around her.
He suddenly wondered what was so interesting and tried to pay attention to what the teacher was going on about.
"…it´s up to you how you chose to present your work, but remember it counts as half of your grade for this class."
Jace leaned closer to Clary and inhaled her wonderful floral scent. "What´s he talking about?" he whispered in her ear. "I wasn´t paying attention."
"Hm?" she murmured softly and continued with her scribbling.
That made him even more curious since Mr. Hodge had both stopped talking and writing. "What are you doing?" he sneaked a peak in her notebook and was shocked by what he saw.
Clary wasn´t taking down the assignment like a good little student. She was sketching.
More importantly, she was sketching him. He was dressed in a tight-fitting tank that had ridden up, showing off his abs, and a pair of shorts. His feet were in the air, knees slightly bent, and his left arm outstretched. At the tip of his fingers was a basketball. That was when he realized that it was a couple of days ago.
Millions of questions screamed inside his head. The loudest ranging from This is going to be easier than I thought to She´s drawing me! What does that mean?
Clary was so deeply engrossed in what she was doing that she didn´t notice his snooping. Not wanting to get caught viewing something that he was not meant to see, Jace decided to check out what was written on the blackboard, hoping that he might figure out what the big assignment was about.
The syllabus he´d been given at the beginning of the week had found itself in the trash before he left school that same day, so he really had no clue to what he was expected to do this semester.
He nudged Clary slightly to get her attention. "We´re supposed to do a presentation on an invention. In what ways has in changed today's world and what has its impact been on the environment," he summed it up for her. "Any ideas?"
She chewed the end of her pen as she contemplated his question. "How about condoms?"
Hearing that particular word come out of her mouth made his semi hard dick grow to its full length.
Well fuck.
He forced out a chuckle. "Like you ever used a condom in your life."
He couldn´t picture the giant stopping in the middle and wrap it.
A blush crept up her neck. "No, but that doesn´t mean that I can´t do the research to get what we need to get a good grade."
Refusing to imagine how she would go about her 'research', he shrugged. "Sure. Whatever. Could be fun," he couldn´t keep the resentment and jealousy out of his voice.
"Something wrong?" she worried her lip with her pearly white teeth.
She´s gotta be doing that shit on purpose. Fucking tease.
He had trouble controlling himself as it were, with her sexy little outfits and fuckhot blushing. He did not need the lip biting on top of that.
She gave him a strange look and he froze in his seat.
Why the fuck is she giving me that look? Oh, wait. She asked me a question.
"I´m fine," he said, trying to sound normal. ""If you need any help with the 'research' let me know," he smirked and winked at her.
"Absolutely," she smiled brightly. "We could do it sometime next week. Your house or mine?"
Jace's dick throbbed painfully in his jeans and he had to bite down on the inside of his cheek to keep from groaning out loud.
Calm the fuck down asshole. She obviously missed your point and is talking about schoolwork.
Right?
Right.
Jace walked out of the locker room and into the gym with a cocky grin. He´d thought about Clary´s drawing during lunch and been hit with the realization that maybe she wasn´t as unaffected by him as he had first thought. She had, after all, paid enough attention to him playing basketball to draw every single detail from memory.
He had no idea what it meant, just that it had to mean something.
"You´re in a good mood today," Seb observed. "What´s up? Pepper finally let you inside those hot little jeans of hers?"
"Fuck off," Jace scoffed. He didn´t like to be reminded that he wasn´t the only one who noticed how hot she looked every day.
"Testy,"Seb laughed.
Jace opened his mouth to tell him off but closed it when Coach Garroway blew his whistle.
"Let´s do some warm-up exercises ladies," the coach hollered to get everybody's attention, earning a collective groan from his students. "Now, now, none of that. I´m not going to deal with another lawsuit because one of you numbskulls decides to go home and cry to your mommy for pulling a muscle. Warm-up."
Jace eyes stayed on Clary as she went through a couple of stretching exercises that the coach demonstrated. Her loose-fitting shorts were tied tightly around her slim waist and her sports bra showed off her full breasts.
"She looks…limber, doesn´t she," Seb murmured from behind him. "I bet she can manipulate her body into all kinds of interesting positions."
Jace head snapped in Seb's direction and he let out a low growl. "You will stay away from her."
Seb grabbed his right arm in his left one and stretched it across his chest, then continued with his leg, bending his knee and pulling his foot behind his back. "You´re becoming awfully possessive of the chick, my friend. You do remember that she´s not yours, right?"
"No, but she is my friend and you better not touch her," his voice sounded normal, calm even, but the look in his eyes was almost feral.
Seb laughed, just angering Jace further. "Don´t forget that I know you. You´re only friends with her to fu…" his eyes widened and his jaw literally dropped. "…well fuck me."
Jace turned around to see what was so interesting and almost bit off the tip of his tongue. Barely registering the metallic taste of blood in his mouth, he stared at the girl in front of him.
Clary had gone down in a backbend, bending her sensual body in the perfect shape of an arch. Her shorts had slid lower on her hips, displaying more than a bit of black satin and lace. Her stomach was bare, the ceiling lights reflected on her belly button ring, making it shine. Her breasts were pushing to bust out of their confinements inside of her sports bra.
She held that position for what seemed like hours before she kicked up with her legs and stood on her hands, bending her knees and stretching her legs.
Ten times each.
He counted.
Fuck
Jace was sure that he was drooling but didn´t care. He couldn´t tear his eyes away from her.
All too soon she kicked down her legs and was back on her feet once again.
"Fuck me sideways," Seb breathed. "I was totally gonna leave her to you, with your history and all…" he placed a hand on Jace's shoulder. "But now…game on, buddy."
Jace shivered under the icy spray. He didn´t need a cold shower. A locker room full of naked guys took care of that problem. But better safe than sorry.
He thought back to what happened after the warm ups were over. He had been so close to attacking Seb, but managed to get a hold of himself in the last second.
She was driving him crazy, there was no doubt about it.
He stepped out from under the spray, tied the towel around his hips and strode to his locker.
Seb had just finished buttoning his jeans and had his towel hanging around his neck. "So what´s this I´m hearing about being invited to a club tomorrow?"
"Yeah, right," he pulled up his boxer-briefs up over his ass and snapped them in place. "I forgot about that," he said honestly. She had that effect on him, he seemed to always forget everything when Clary was around.
Seb snickered. "Sure you did."
"Sebastian, would you like to join my friends and I at the pre-opening at Pandemonium tomorrow night?" he exaggerated a grin. "There, happy?"
"Is Pepper going to be there?" the look in Seb's eyes were calculating.
"Huh," Jace tugged his wife beater over his head and buttoned his jeans. "I forgot to ask," he lied and grabbed his backpack and slammed the locker shut. "I better hurry, maybe I can catch up with her before she leaves."
"Aww, you guys are so sweet you´re giving me a toothache," Seb goaded him.
Jace answering grin held an underlying threat. "If I punch your teeth in you won´t have that problem anymore."
Seb's crackling laughter got the attention of the other guys. "Jace Lightwood fighting over a girl. She must be special," he licked his lips. "I can´t wait."
Jace wanted nothing more than do garb him by his shirt and throw him headfirst into the nearest locker. "This isn´t a fucking game, asshole," he forced out through gritted teeth.
Seb gave him an incredulous look. "Since when?"
Jace opened his mouth to respond but closed it again. He was right. When did he stop seeing her as part of a game? That was all it was. A game. And Clary was the price. Jace squared his shoulders. "You´re right. Let the best man win," he snickered.
He couldn´t allow himself to take his mind off his goal.
With that thought he ran towards the parking lot, hoping to reach Clary before she drove home. He told himself that it was only to get the information he needed for tomorrow. When he got there just in time to see he speed off through the gates, he almost had convinced himself that it was impatience of having to wait to get his answers he felt, and not disappointment.
She´s screwing with your head his inner voice hissed in his ear. Now get your shit together until tomorrow night so that you can screw HER.
Friday started off pretty much the same as every other morning.
Jace shivered under the cold spray, his head rested against the equally cold shower tiles and he tried to picture every disgusting image his imagination could conjure up to kill his erection, but nothing was working.
He had already jerked off twice, but as soon as he shot his cum thoughts of Clary seemed to pop back into his head and he was hard. Again.
Dead puppies. Road kill. Naked teachers/Simon. Hairy asses.
It wasn´t helping.
Fuck. Shit. Goddammitmotherfuckerasshole. Somebody PLEASE help me.
Suddenly his bathroom door opened abruptly and with such force that it banged into the wall. "Jace, what the hell is taking you so long? You better not be using up all the hot water, I haven´t had my shower yet," Izzy scolded him.
Don´t worry. There´s plenty of hot water left Jace thought and was insanely grateful that the dark shower curtain was in place so she couldn´t see his predicament.
"Get the fuck out of my room, Iz," he shouted as he turned off the water. "Ever heard of boundaries?" There wasn´t any real anger in his voice. Hearing his sister had made the blood return to its rightful place.
Fina-fucking-ly
He reached for a towel and tied it loosely around his waist/hips before he stepped out of the shower,finding himself face to face with Izzy. "Why are you still here? I thought I told you to get out?"
Izzy chuckled. "What´s your problem? Woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning?"
The problem is that I woke up to an empty bed.
"Just tell me what you want," Jace said exasperatedly.
"Me, Si, Alec, Magnus, Jordan and Maia are all going to Taki´s to get something to eat before Pandemonium. Wanna join us?"
The one name she hadn´t mentioned seemed to echo in the air between them. "Clary´s not going?" he hated himself for even asking.
"No, Qhuinn needed her for something."
I´m sure he does.
"You couldn´t have asked me this in the car?" he grumbled as he got dressed, choosing an Affliction t-shirt and a pair of old cargos.
"I´m riding to school with Clary today, she´s picking me up in…" she checked her phone "…shit, twenty minutes. Better hurry."
She had left his room before he had time to blink.
Well, looks like Clary won´t be needing any help this morning.
Jace was in a bad mood the rest of the day. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn´t control his bristling temper. He even snapped at Clary at lunch, when she asked what was wrong.
He couldn´t give her an answer that didn´t make him sound like a fucking pussy. What was he supposed to say? You see Angel, I´d gotten used to coming to your rescue this week. But since you gave Izzy a ride to school today you didn´t need my help anymore.
Not fucking likely.
For the first time that week she wasn´t wearing clothes designed to drive every guy crazy, but that didn´t stop his dick from throbbing painfully in his pants. Even dressed in an old Metallica t-shirt and a pair of cargos similar to the ones he was wearing, she was the hottest girl he´d ever seen.
It didn´t matter how much he tried to convince himself that she was no better than any other girl in the city. She was more than that, and he knew it.
"Jace?" Izzy walked into his room without knocking as usual. "Do you need help getting ready?"
He scowled as he stood in front of her in dark jeans and white button-down shirt. He had the four top buttons undone, showing a glimpse of the wife beater underneath, and the long sleeves rolled up to his elbows. "I´m not three years old, Iz. I know how to dress myself."
She thoughtfully cocked her head to the side. "You do, don´t you." She approved his shirt with a nod, but frowned at the sight of his jeans. "Jeans, Jace? Really?"
He snickered and looked at what she was dress was black, with spaghetti straps and draped neckline, it ended just above her knees, giving her a classier look that usual. "That dress makes you look like a slut," he teased and gave her a half grin.
"Aww," she crooned. "You say the nicest things."
He shook his head and chuckled. "Are we picking anyone up?"
"Only Si. Jordan is driving to Taki´s in his car and he´s bringing Maia and Magnus," an irritated look crossed her face. "How about Seb? Is he meeting us there?"
"Nah, he´ll join us later. Said he would be at the club at ten pm."
"Ten? We´re expected there at 8.30," Izzy tapped her foot, clearly angry. "He´s an idiot."
"I couldn´t agree with you more," Jace said as he pocketed his id and credit card. He wouldn´t mind if Seb didn´t show up at all. He wanted him as far away from Clary as possible.
"Yeah, well, be ready to leave in ten," Izzy said and sashayed out of the room.
Jace contemplated hitting Seb up with a text or a phone call, letting him know it would be better if he could meet them at Taki´s after all, otherwise he might not get it. But decided against it. He could definitively do without the competition. It was bad enough he had to deal with her giant and every other single guy there, whether they were supposedly taken or not.
Something a little too close to jealousy burned in his chest. But he wasn´t jealous. How could he be?
He wanted her. Nothing more, nothing less.
Jace cracked open his door and listened for his siblings. When all he heard was silence he closed it behind him, walked over to his closet and took out the shoe-box that was hidden in the back underneath a pile of discarded clothes. It had been almost a year since he looked through it. He put the box down on his bed and slid the lid off.
Inside was photos and letters from his years with Clary. Some as old as when they were both living at the orphanage and the most resent from just a couple of weeks before she broke up with him.
He couldn´t be jealous when it came to her, because that would imply feelings that he didn´t have. Feelings he couldn´t allow himself to have.
If he were to let her back into his heart again there wouldn´t be enough glue in the world to put the pieces back together when she broke his heart for the second time.
"What can I get you, Hon," The waitress, Tessa asked Izzy. She was the only one of them who had bothered looking through the menu. Everybody else knew what they wanted and ordered 'the usual'. They were well-known at Taki´s, they´d been coming there several times a week for years. Clary used to work there on weekends and breaks between school. That was of course before she moved away and met the love of her life only to return to rub it in his face…
Stop thinking about her, asshole.
"Well…" Izzy eyed her options carefully. "I´ve been thinking about supporting Si, so I decided to stop eating anything with a face for the time being…" she closed the laminated menu and smiled at Tessa. "I´ll have a hamburger, please."
They stared at her in bewilderment.
Simon was dressed for the occasion in medium dark jeans, and a short-sleeved button-down shirt, with one of his favorite gamer shirts visible underneath. "Um…Iz?" he hesitated.
Izzy narrowed her eyes, daring them to question her choice. "What? Have you ever seen a hamburger with a face?"
"You got us there," Jordan laughed. He was casually dressed in a pair of distressed jeans and a light green button-up that matched his hazel eyes.
"If you don´t count those little toys from McDonalds," Magnus pointed out, glitter rained down on the table from his hair as he bobbed his head up and down. His looks were bordering on outrageous, with his glitter-filled spikey hair, eyeliner and black lipstick. He was dressed all in black, from his turtle neck to his black light up Air Jordan's. His boyfriend was dressed more modestly in a pair of black Dockers and a midnight blue polo shirt that matched the color of his eyes.
"I don´t," Izzy declared, then changed the subject. "I can´t believe we´re going to Pandemonium tonight."
"It´s pretty cool, right?" Maia grinned. She looked hot in a pale yellow halter dress that complemented her tan skin perfectly. "What do we know about the place? I mean, who are the owners, what kind of club is it going to be? That sort of thing."
Jace started getting more than a little suspicious when Izzy and Alec shared a look, Simon swallowed loudly and Magnus almost choked on his Coke.
"Um… We don´t know that much…" Izzy fidgeted in her seat and refused to meet his gaze. "It´s owned by two guys in their late twenties. They own a chain of gyms but this is their first foray into the club scene. They designed it themselves and oversaw the construction and decoration personally. Um…yeah…that´s it…I guess."
Something was definitely going on here. Izzy wasn´t the nervous type. She rarely fidgeted and practically never stuttered. The only time he´d seen her act like this was when…
"This has something to do with Clary," he realized and glared at her.
"I thought we moved passed this crap," Alec scowled. "You two are friends now. Get over it already."
"I am fucking over it," he seethed. "I´m just so fucking sick of being lied to."
The food arrived then and the conversation was put on hold while they enjoyed their meal. When Alec had finished eating he wiped his hands on a paper napkin and drank the last of his soda. The ice had melted, making it mostly water. "Nobody lied to you Jace. I´m sorry we didn´t tell you the whole truth, but we weren´t sure if you´d come if you knew…"
"Knew what? That it´s Clary's giant's club?" he shrugged, going for indifference. "Why would that bother me? Like you said, we´re friends now. I´m happy that she´s happy." His inner voice snickered; and the award for biggest lie of the century goes too…
Shut up!
"Wait, what?" Jordan looked at them with confusion in his hazel eyes. "I thought that…"
"Oh, look at the time," Izzy jumped to her feet, threw a handful of crumbled bills on the table. "We have to go if we want to get there in time."
Jace got up from his seat and strode to the car. He had a feeling that there was something else they weren´t telling him.
The ginormous guy at the door to Pandemonium checked his list. "Lightwood? Lightwood? Ah, here we go," he grinned down at Izzy, the tattoo on the side of his face wrinkling and his eyes gleaming, making the one eye with a white iris stand out even more. "I don´t have any Isabelle, but there is an Evil Twin written on here. Could that be you?"
Izzy huffed and stomped her boot clad foot hard on the floor, almost breaking her heel. "I am not evil."
Alec laughed, ignoring her anger. "Yup, she´s the evil one. I´m the good one."
Big guy´s grin widened. "I can see that. I take it that you are one of the seven plusses?"
"Yes," Alec smiled brightly. "But the seventh one won´t be here until later. Do you think you can put him on the list, so he can get it when he bothers to show up?"
"Yeah," Izzy snickered. "He´s too stupid to think of asking for our names."
"Not evil, huh? Do you want me to put him up as seventh plus or can I have a name?"
"He usually answers to anything with the word 'ass' in it, but his name is Sebastian Verlac."
"Okay," the guy wrote down the name and chuckled. "Now give me your hands, both of them" He proceeded to press a UV stamp on everyone's hands. "This is so you can´t get your hands on alcohol tonight," he explained. "Enjoy your evening. I´m V by the way. I´m friends with Blay and Qhuinn."
Jace, who had started liking the guy for how he joked around with Izzy, changed his mind instantly. Anyone who was friends with the giant was not a person he could relate to. The old saying 'my enemy's enemy is my friend' worked in the other way as well. The friend of my enemy is my enemy too.
As none of them had anything to check in at the coat-check they walked straight in to the club.
"Holy fuck," Jordan murmured, in awe of what was now in front of them.
Almost everything was done in black and white, with small pops of red here and there.
To the left was the large dance floor. It was black with eight red squares in a seemingly random pattern. Next to it was the stage, which was currently being used as the DJ both,but could easily fit an entire orchestra if needed.
To their right was white tables spaced far away from each other to create an illusion of privacy, and around those sat black fabric chairs. Black clad waiters mingled with the guests, offering trays of champagne flutes.
In the far right corner was what looked to be the VIP-section. It was darker inside, making it impossible to see anything from a distance besides the red velvet rope.
In the middle of the club was the octagon shaped bar with at least a dozen bartenders dressed in white tuxedos with red or black ties scurrying around, taking orders, and serving drinks in tall glasses. The chairs around the bar was as black as the bar itself and in every corner was two small glass lamps with red shades and UV lights positioned to shine across the surface of the bar.
"So that´s how they prevent underage drinking," Alec whispered close to Jace's ear in the brief silence between two songs.
He hated to admit it, but it was a great idea. UV stamps didn´t leave any ugly marks on the skin and with one on each hand, the lamps at the bar made it impossible to buy drinks, whether you had a fake id or not.
A huge redheaded guy in a sweet Tom Ford suit walked up to them. "Hey guys, we´ve been waiting for you. If you would come with me please," he smiled and headed for the velvet rope.
Another giant? What the fuck are they feeding these guys?
"Who is that guy?" Maia shouted over the music, sounding slightly dazed.
"That´s Blay," Izzy answered. "He´s Qhuinn's partner."
Blay unhooked the rope and let them in to the VIP area.
"Wow," Izzy breathed, echoing Jace's own thoughts.
Even though the room opened out to the rest of the club the volume from the music was muted, making it easier to carry a black couches that fit four people each was placed around five circular shaped tables. Half walls gave each sitting space an intimate booth-like floor was black, as were the walls, except where various empty red picture frames were hung.
But that was not what made his jeans tight, his heart speed up, or his palms dampen with sweat.
Clary had been sitting next to her giant on one of the couches, but got to her feet and greeted them with a warm smile when Blay ushered them inside. Her hair was haphazardly pinned on top of her head in a messy bun with tiny purple rhinestones sparkling throughout. Her lovely face was framed by lose hanging curls. She wore an ankle-length, royal purple, sheath dress with a scooped neck and capped almost whimpered when she turned and motioned for them to follow her. Her back was completely bare all the way down to the swell of her ass.
Oh FUCK. No bra.
On the table in front of them was a tray with ten crystal flutes half filled with sparkling golden liquid.
"Ooooh, is that champagne?" Izzy squealed.
The giant laughed. "No fuckin' way. Can´t lose my license before we open for givin' booze to minors now can I."
Izzy batted her lashes. "I won´t tell if you don´t."
"Fat chance, Iz. This is sparkling cider," he handed her a glass. "We´ve closed off this area for ya tonight, but feel free to mingle with the cream de la cream out there. Just don´t embarrass me, 'key."
Jordan and Maia stared with their mouth hanging open at the two men. They had yet had the questionable pleasure of making Qhuinn and Blay's acquaintance. Clary was quick to change that.
"Maia and Jordan, this is my guardian Qhuinn and his partner Blay," she looked up at the giant with stars in her eyes then turned to Jace. "And guys, this is Jace."
Blay shook their hands and offered them polite smiles. "It´s a pleasure to meet you. Clary has told me so much about you."
"Likewise," Jace mumbled and glanced at the giant that was standing next to him with his enormous hand placed across Clary's naked back.
The giant extended his tree branch like arm, his hand the size of a medium pizza. "Yo not gonna go runnin' again?" he asked with a raised eyebrow. "I´m Qhuinn."
"Jace," he forced the corner of his mouth to lift in a half grin. You better remember it, because I´m the one that´ll get your girl so hot, it´ll be MY name she screams when you fuck her later tonight.
The smugness he was going for evaporated at the thought of who she would be going home with. The giant – Qhuinn, he reminded himself – looked him up and down, like he was sizing up thecompetition."Yeah, your charmed I´m sure," he chuckled and turned to face Clary. "Come and see me or Blay if ya need anything' nalla," he placed a kiss on her temple and left the room along with Blay.
While don´t you just pee on her leg while you´re at it.
"Oh my god, Clary. This place is amaaaazing," Izzy squealed and twirled around.
"It really is," Maia agreed and gave her a hug.
Jordan took a step forward and raised his arms, but a warning glare from Jace stopped him. "Thanks for inviting us."
Qhuinn had moved around the couches so they all could sit together. Jace ended up next to Clary, and he could feel the heat from her body across the short space between them.
"Let´s make a toast," Magnus said and picked up one of the glasses. "To Qhuinn and his nalla for making this awesome night come true."
"Here, here," everyone took a small sip.
"What the fuck does nalla mean, anyway?" Jace realized too late that he had spoken out loud.
Clary blushed and whispered. "Beloved."
Of course it does.
He managed to shake off his anger and that feeling that reminded him of jealousy, but really wasn´t. He had to get his shit together if he was supposed to get what he came here for.
He nodded slowly. "That´s sweet. He sounds like a great guy," he almost gagged on his own words, but held his grin in place.
"He really is. I know you´re going to get along just great once you get to know each other better," she said happily.
She moved slightly in her seat, making her dress part and revealed a slit all the way up to the top of her thigh.
Jace didn´t need the copper taste in his mouth to know that he bit his tongue…again.
Jace sat at the bar with his eyes on the dance-floor where Clary was moving her incredible body to the beat of the music. He was waiting for the Coke and Sprite that he´d ordered for them but found himself mesmerized by how her hips swayed and her braless breasts bounced as she danced with her friends.
Suddenly he was approached by twin girls, probably daughters to one of the guests. They looked like they were the same age as him but could barely stay on their feet because they were drunk up their asses.
"God, you´re soooo good-looking," one of the girls slurred. "Are you a model? 'Cause you´re, like, soooo beautiful."
Any other time he would´ve taken advantage of what they were offering, but instead of being turned on all they did was irritate him.
He glanced back at Clary and noticed the glare she was sending the two bleached blondes.
Was that…Could it be…Was she jealous?
It sounded almost too good to be true, which meant it probably was. But it wouldn´t hurt to flirt a little with the bimbos to see if he was right.
However, before he had even had the chance to complete the thought one of them grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and pulled him in to a lip-lock.
The kiss lasted only a few seconds until he realized what was happening and pushed her away.
His eyes darted immediately to the dance floor, hoping that Clary hadn´t seen what happened. But his prayers had gone unanswered as he saw her retreating form.
Jace caught up with her just as she ran in behind the velvet rope in the VIP-area.
She stopped in the middle of the room with her back facing him. He curled his fingers gently around her delicate wrist and spun her until they were facing each other.
Clary's emerald green eyes were glistening, as if she was struggling not to cry.
"What´s the matter?" the concern in his voice turned her pain into anger.
"Just go back to your sluts and leave me alone," she yelled.
He almost laughed. She was jealous. But his amusement was replaced by fury. How dare she act like he had done something wrong when she was the one who paraded around with her boyfriend right in front of him? "Why do you care? We´re just friends, remember?"
"We´re not friends. A friend wouldn´t make out with girls in front of me without caring about how that would make me feel."
"Are you fucking kidding me!?" he roared and stepped closer until their bodies were almost touching. "I´m supposed to just sit by and watch you ride off into the fucking sunset with Qhuinn!?"
They were being so loud that Jace was surprised that no one came to check on what was going on.
"You have no idea what you´re talking about! Besides, what´s it to you? We broke up over a year ago!" Clary screamed, angry tears spilling from her eyes.
"That´s right! You broke up with me! So don´t act all hurt 'cause I moved on," his heart was beating so fast from all his rage and having her so close that he worried that it might beat right out of his chest.
She laughed but it was far from the usual happy sound. "Yeah, I´ve heard all about how you 'moved on'. Don´t use me as an excuse for fu…"
Jace shut her up by crushing his lips against hers. There was nothing careful or hesitant about the kiss, he took everything she had and gave it back tenfold.
He nibbled on her bottom lip, something he´d been dying to do for days, sucked her upper lip into his mouth, trying to coax her into opening up and letting him in.
He tasted every part of her mouth, but only wanted more. Their tongues danced together, battling for a dominance that neither was ready to give up.
Jace pushed her back against the wall, fisted his hands in her hair, and pulled out her hair pins, causing her hair to cascade down her naked back.
He tangled his fingers in her silken curls, drank in everything that was Clary. Her scent, her taste, the sensation of her body pressed closely against his. He slipped his hand inside the slit of her dress and hitched her leg around his hip, grinding against her, desperate for some friction to ease the almost painful throbbing in his dick.
His brain screamed 'too much' while his body cried 'not enough'.
Jace broke the kiss and rested his forehead against hers. "God, you feel so good," he panted. "It´s been too long, Angel," the old nickname slipped easily off his tongue.
"I´ve missed you Jace," she tangled her fingers through his hair as he started pressing open-mouthed kisses down her neck.
He nibbled and sucked feverishly, leaving small purple bruises on her pale skin, unintentionally marking her.
He claimed her lips once more, deepening the kiss, his tongue sliding across hers. He kissed her with an urgency he hadn´t felt before. But he knew that his time with her was limited and he needed as much as he could get before their time was up.
Clary moaned into his mouth, driving him crazy with need. Her trembling fingers fumbled with the buttons in his shirt.
"Oh, shit! Sorry!" they both froze at the sound of Izzy's voice.
"Just tell us what the fuck you want Iz, then get the hell out," he growled without taking her eyes from the girl in his arms.
Her eyes were dark with desire, her lips swollen. She looked like a girl who´d been thoroughly kissed, and loved every minute of it.
"Qhuinn is looking for you, Clary," Izzy sounded apologetic.
Jace insides turned cold and he took a step back from her, his eyes pleading. Don´t go to him he wanted to beg Stay with me…PLEASE, but he said nothing, instead he squeezed his eyes shut, and when he opened them again she was gone.
His heart constricted, the pain worse than when she left him the last time.
His shoulders slumped in defeat. Then spinning around on his heels, he started towards the exit when Alec's voice interrupted him.
"She´ll be back as soon as he´s done with her. He probably just wants to introduce her to someone."
Suddenly fear for her made it hard to breathe as he remembered what he had done to her neck. Qhuinn could break her in half with his bare hands. What if he hurt her because of him?
"Look, Alec. I don´t wanna talk about her," he pinched the bridge of his nose, feeling a headache coming on.
Alec scoffed. "Are we back to that again? This is Clary we´re talking about," Alec was almost shouting now. "You used to call her your Angel."
Jace couldn´t hold it in any longer. He put all his worry, hurt and anger in his voice as he yelled at his brother. "Yeah, well angels fall! In this case for someone else!"
A/N: Some of you have asked for some Clace action and I really hope it was worth the wait. Unfortunately I can´t promise to update next Sunday. It all depends how soon I´ll be finished with the next chapter and my beta's can go through it. But I´ll update as soon as I can. Until then…