So I decided against changing the story because many of my patrons didn't agree with the change;) any who…

Chapter 3: Don't Dream It's Over

"Isabelle! Where are the scissors?" Clary yelled from her spot on the kitchen floor.

"On top of the fridge in that jar thing." She called from the living room. Clary climbed up on to a stool and grabbed the jar. She cut open the package and took out the three roles of streamers. School had ended an hour ago and it was now 4:15 and the party was at 9. Isabelle had planned to have the house decorated by 6 so the two girls could get ready. Clary had confirmed the previous night that Tessa would be coming with Axel.

Clary picked up the streamers and went to the living room where Isabelle was setting up a little sound system. Streamers were thrown around and furniture had been pushed to the side to dance. A few coolers sat beneath a window, the contents undoubtedly alcoholic beverages. Isabelle had taken all the valuable and breakables and placed them away in a closet. Her parents knew that they were throwing the party but they didn't know about the drinking and probably alcohol induced sexual activity, but we'd leave that to Maryse and Robert to find out for themselves. This is what happens when you leave teenagers alone for a weekend. Then again it wasn't Maryse and Robert's fault. Maryse had an unusual flight plan this month and Robert had taken Max to see his grandparents in Europe.

"What else do you need me to do?" Clary asked.

"I'm almost done here. Why don't you go take a shower, your hair is looking a little greasy." Clary's hand flew to her head. Sometimes she wondered if Isabelle was socially challenged. I mean who says those kinds of things? "I'll be up soon, I just need to plug this bad boy in and then make the punch." Clary didn't protest as she turned to go upstairs.

"Uh, Isabelle, is he home?" Clary did not want to shower in Isabelle's house if Jace was on the premises.

"Oh no. He went to get the cake." Isabelle shook her head.

Clary closed the bathroom door that was connected to Isabelle's room. There was another door facing the shower but Clary just thought it was a closet. No need to lock the door, she thought to herself, it was just her and Isabelle in the house. She shook out of her clothes and turned on the shower. The water steamed up the bathroom quickly, so Clary threw the window open. She stepped in and proceeded to get clean.

Jace walked into his house, the keys to his Porsche jingled in his pocket. He went to the kitchen looking for Isabelle to give her the cake. She wasn't there so Jace set the cake on the counter. He stuck his ear buds in, listening to his mix of music as he went upstairs to his room. He stripped out of his jeans and tee shirt, leaving him in his boxers. He let himself into the bathroom, noticing that someone else was in there. He plucked the buds from his ears and heard humming, but it didn't belong to his sister. Then the water turned off and before Jace could step out of the bathroom, the door slid open, a freckled hand reached for one of the fluffy towels, and went back into the shower. Crap! Jace's mind screamed. It was Clary. The girl who'd caused strange feelings to emerge even though they only met yesterday. And Jace was about to see her naked. Well not naked, but close enough. Then she stepped out. Her cheeks were rosy from the hot water and her curls lie limply over her shoulders. When she met Jace's eyes her face blended with her hair.

"What are you doing in here?" She screamed. You can't blame her. I mean if a guy who was extremely hot but acted like a total prick was gawking at me while all I was wearing was a towel and all he was wearing were boxers would me a tad flustered too.

"I came in here to take a shower. What are you doing in here?" He shot back.

"I was taking a shower in Isabelle's bathroom. Now get out!" She shrieked.

"No! It's my bathroom too. You get out." He glared.

"You are ridiculous." She sneered, pushing past him with excessive force.

"Same." He growled. After she had left he locked the door.

"ISABELLE!" Clary yelled after she had reached the other room. Who and the hell did he think he was? Treating her that way! She really wanted to slap him across his gorgeous face.

"What?" She stuck her head out of the closet.

"I thought you said Jace was NOT home!" She couldn't help but yell at Isabelle. She was furious that he had seen her with the lack of clothing.

"What are you talking about?" Isabelle's eyebrows knit together.

"I'm talking about the fact that thing that puts the ASS in CLASS just walked in on me!"

"Oh God! He saw you naked didn't he?" She sighed.

"NO! I was wearing a towel but I'm pretty sure he could fill in the blanks with his perverted mind!" Clary dropped on the bed. She grabbed her bag and pulled out some clean undies.

"Oh don't be so overdramatic Clary! You were covered, he did not see you."

"It's the thought that counts Isabelle." She seethed. A flying garment hit her in the face as she scowled at the girl. "What the hell are you doing?"

"I'm trying to find something for you and me to wear." She spoke from within, her voice slightly muffled.

"Can I wear jeans?" Clary rifled through her bag.

"No you may not! No girl wears jeans to a party." Isabelle instructs as she emerges with an adorable skirt that had built in suspenders slung over the shoulder and crossed in the back. It was bright orange with black and white flowers scattered across the fabric. She handed a black crop top to
Clary and the skirt. She disappeared into the bathroom to dress herself, leaving Clary alone. The skirt covered her belly-button but the crop top left a strip of skin exposed. Isabelle emerged moments later wearing a black tank top and jeans.

"You little hypocrite!" Clary screeched.

"Oh the jeans? Yeah they looked good with the shirt." Isabelle grinned. "Anyways that looks good on you."

"Thanks!" Clary smiled, it was true. Isabelle went back to her closet and returned with tall black boots. Clary slid them into place where they grazed her thighs. Isabelle strapped herself into red velvet booties and slapped her sides as she stood.

"Okay, sit." She demanded.

"Why?" Clary looked alarmed.

"Makeup, duh!" Isabelle pushed Clary on to the bed.

Tessa looked around the room. She was alone in the mass of people grinding, sweating, and the Angel knows what else. Axel had left ten or so minutes ago and still hadn't returned with their drinks. Was he trying to ditch her? He wouldn't because she looked hot and she gave him wide dewy eyed looks since he had picked her up. Her hair was brushed out and hung over her shoulders, a red headband perfectly placed on top. She wore a black and cream striped shirt that showed a little bit of her stomach, and dark blue skinny jeans. She had even decided against the pumps because one they were uncomfortable and two they would've made her two inches taller than Axel. Where was he anyways? She decided it would probably be best to go find him in case another person had latched on to him, chatting his ear off. Well another girl was latched on to him but her lips were on his and her hands were…going places. Tessa caught her breath and left the room. She mindlessly went outside and sat on one of the pool's lounge chairs.

She tried to divert her thoughts. Yes, she was upset. Not only did she think a senior liked her, but she thought she was popular now. She had decided on the day they left New York that she wasn't going to be a dork at the new school. She missed being the dork. She missed her books. Reading was against the rules Jessamine had instructed. She had made the squad, but it wasn't for her. Maybe I should just leave, she thought. Jessamine, Aline, and Kaelie weren't that bad. No, they were that bad. More Jessamine than the others. Then there was Axel. No he wasn't part of her picture anymore. Would it be too late to quit cheer? Just end this whole popularity stunt. She really missed her books, her chats with Clary, and the observations of others. She didn't notice the dark haired boy with the pretty blue eyes sit in the chair next to hers.

"Hey." He voice made her jump.

"Oh, hi." Tessa turned and smiled.

"I'm Will Herondale." He reached over and shook Tessa's hand, which made her giggle.

"I'm Tessa Grey." She smiled.

"It's nice to meet you Tessa." He grinned back. "So, may I ask why you are out here all alone."

"Well, technically, I'm not alone and I saw my 'date' making out with some other girl so…why are you out here?"

"I saw a really pretty girl leave the party, so I followed her." He smiled again. Tessa felt her cheeks flush and then she decided to play along.

"Did you find her?"

"Not yet." Okay, ouch, maybe he wasn't looking for her. "I'm just kidding. Yes I think I found her." He winked at Tessa sending the blood back to her cheeks. The heat caused her to shiver and then Will's eyebrows knit together.

"Are you cold?"

"A little." She shrugged. He stood and held a hand out to her. "Shall we?" Tessa smiled again, what a gentleman.

So I have been working on this chapter for too long so we shall end there for tonight. And as I said before I decided to keep this storyline since so many of you enjoy it ;) By the way, the party scene is not over until someone dances the salsa (hint hint…) The next chapter is going to be titled Sway and will probably be up by Friday. Now I have Geometry homework so please tell me what you think :) By the way, have nay of you read Divergent? Should I read it?

Hearts- Emma