Hey guys, I'm back once more! Of course this chapter isn't as long as I wanted, but I was pressed for time. I just had surgery, and I've been pretty doped up on medication for the past few days. But I did get this chapter completed, so let me know what you think!

The week flew by faster than I anticipated. Hanging out with Jace nearly every day this week made me truly appreciate him as a person. He was so funny, he told the best stories, and he was caring and so sweet to me. It was a whole different side to him that I never would've seen had I not gotten so close to him. He was absolutely amazing.

Whether or not his cousin Isabelle was, however, remains to be seen.

"Clary, come onnnnn," the dark haired beauty complained as she rummaged through my college with a look of disgust on her face. She'd been huffing and puffing ever since she'd gotten to my apartment, complaining about the outfit I just had to wear tonight to the club, and how Jace just couldn't wait to see it.

My argument was simple. "Jace wouldn't care if I just wore a regular shirt and jeans, Isabelle. He's a guy," I explained with an exasperated voice. Isabelle shook her head as she flung hanger after hanger from my closet onto the bed. It would've been comical had it not been for the impending mess that I knew she'd make me clean up.

I sighed dramatically as she approached me with a rather skimpy looking pair of blue jean shorts. "These are super cute and super revealing. These'll do," she wagged her eyebrows at me suggestively. I snatched them out of her hands and examined them. There was a gaping hole on the already too-short piece of fabric that would expose my upper thigh. My upper upper thigh.

"Annnnnnd," she called from the closet. I could hear the sliding of the plastic hangers along the metal rod. "and, this top!"

In her hand, she held a low cut forest green tank top. So low, I feared that I would flash someone on accident. "Um, and what would I wear underneath it?"

Isabelle bit her lip and looked up in thought, "Lemme see," and with a twirl she was at my dresser, rummaging through my bras and panties. "Ouuu, definitely these!"

A black lace thong – or more accurately, a black string – landed on my lap. I nearly shrieked. "Where the hell did you even get that from?"

Isabelle turned to cock a perfect eyebrow at me. "It's your dresser, your panty drawer, your panties! I'm just snooping."

I huffed and threw it on the bed next to the shorts. "The tag is still on them, I never wore it."

"What a shame, too. Those are Victoria Secret."

"Whatever."

Isabelle finally walked back over to me with a black lacey bra in one hand and the green tank top in the other. "Alright, Red. This should do. And don't freak out, the peekaboo lace bra is in style."

I looked at her apprehensively for a second before grabbing all of the clothes and heading towards my bathroom. I heard Isabelle's shrill voice call from my bed, "And hurry up! I didn't even touch your hair and makeup yet!"

I groaned and slammed my bathroom door shut.

Isabelle wasn't joking when she said she was doing my hair and makeup. My auburn hair fell in soft beachy waves down my back, and my eyes popped with the smoky eyeshadow Isabelle expertly applied. She didn't go too heavy with the foundation – she said my skin was perfect without it – and my lips were a soft shade of pink.

I grinned at Isabelle. "I clean up nice, don't I?" I joked.

Isabelle laughed heartily, "You sure do, girl!"

"Hey guys, are we about ready to head – Clary? What on earth are you wearing?" Simon's voice came from the door way. I stood and turned towards him.

I glanced down at my outfit. The shorts were really short, and the black lace of my bra glared up at me. "Um," I cleared my throat before pointing to a beaming Isabelle. "She did it!"

Simon's face flushed a light pink color. He opened his mouth a few times to speak, but no words came out. I fought back a blush of my own. "Let's just go before Isabelle makes me trade in my sandals for hooker heels."

Isabelle snorted as she followed me out the room, "Don't tempt me."

As we walked down the stairs from my apartment building, I took a few deep breaths to settle my nerves. Jace would be meeting us there in a few – he had some last minute homework due or something – so it gave me a while to myself. And some time to admire Isabelle's outfit.

How she managed to pull it off so effortlessly, I had no idea. A short black skirt hugged her tightly. She wore a top that I assumed came with the skirt since it matched in color and texture, but it cut off, exposing her toned stomach. It looked more like a bra than a two piece dress. She even wore those heels that were way too tall for a normal person to walk in. But she did with grace.

Simon was rocking his favorite black t-shirt that said "That's what she said" in blocky letters across the front, dark wash holey jeans, and his black Chuck Taylors. He did manage to brush his wild hair, which made him more presentable than usual. The look suited Simon, and I honestly don't think I could picture him wearing something different.

We reached the club a few minutes later, and I immediately noticed the length of the line. At this rate, Jace would make an appearance before we entered. I was just about to start complaining when a glittery head caught my eye.

Magnus was leaning against the brick building in line. He was wearing the tightest neon green skinny jeans I had ever seen with a white low V-neck shirt.

"Magnus!" Isabelle's shrill voice echoed against the alley walls.

Magnus turned and beamed a huge smile at us. We walked over to where he was in line when he waved us over. When I made it to him, I noticed that Alec was standing next to him with a shy grin on his face. He was dressed in all black, and was a stark contrast against the all-too-fabulous Magnus Bane.

"Hey, Ginger Biscuit!" he greeted me with a kiss on the cheek. "Where's Lover Boy? Don't tell me you had another falling out because of that skanky bit-"

I cut him off with a wave of my hand, "Nah, he's meeting us here in a few minutes."

Magnus grinned and nodded, "Well good," he looked over at Isabelle. "And you're dating the nerd now, right?"

Isabelle blushed a dark shade of red. "Er-uh… no, what are you even – who told you that?"

Simon shuffled his feet awkwardly and looked up at the sky, trying to look busy. He stuffed his hands into his pockets.

Magnus didn't seem to notice the tension. "Well, you talked about him all last week-"

"Shut up, Magnus!" Isabelle's eyes widened and she gritted her teeth.

Alec stifled a laugh. I was about to say something to change the subject and diffuse the tension when a silky voice was whispering in my ear, warm breath tickling my neck.

"You look like my future girlfriend." I gasped when I realized that the voice wasn't Jace's at all. I spun around quickly, shaking away the arms that were placed lazily around my waist.

A tall, dark haired man was standing before me in a thin white shirt and dark wash jeans that hung low on his hips. A dazzling smile was on his face as I took him in. I flushed, and not in a pleasant way.

"And just who the hell do you think you are?" I demanded, placing my hands on my hips and thrusting my hip to the side in a sassy stance.

The guy's grin spread even wider, "I can be anybody you want me to be, baby."

"Oh, knock it off, Sebastian," Isabelle said, coming to stand next to me. "She's spoken for, anyway."

Sebastian crossed his arms over his chest defiantly. Hell, he was even more arrogant than Jace. "And who's the lucky guy that gets you all to himself?" he challenged, eyeing me in appreciation, which made me flush even more.

"That would be me," said a voice just over my shoulder. I stiffened before peering over to look at the man that the voice belonged to.

He was wearing a black button up long sleeved shirt that was pushed up to his elbows, and his signature dark jeans that hugged him perfectly. His golden hair was tousled messily, but somehow made him look well put together. He was perfect.

Jace didn't meet my eyes, his gaze unwavering as he stared Sebastian down. He didn't seem to be pissed, nor did he give off the vibe that he'd seen the way Sebastian had his arms around me. But as I studied his face, I saw the taunt lines around his eyes, or the grim line of his mouth.

He saw.

I gave him my best smile as I threw my arms around his neck in an embrace. He smelled of mint, sunlight, and Jace. I squeezed him and placed a chaste kiss against his neck. When my mouth was close to his ear, I said, "No worries, Jace. I missed you."

I felt Jace relax and his arms snaked around my waist, holding me to him tightly. He didn't let go for several seconds, then he placed his lips to mine quickly before releasing me.

His eyes flickered to Sebastian once more as he said , "I see we have some catching up to do."