Author's Notes: Thank you so much for the reviews left on the last chapter! You guys are amazing and I'm so happy to hear you're enjoying it so far. So, even I have to say I may have made Clary a pinch sluttier in this chapter, sorry! I just couldn't resist :P

This is an updated version of Chapter Two as I wasn't completely happy with the content. Plot is still the same, just a few minor adjustments made. Thanks for reading!

Chapter Two

Clary tossed her head back, downing yet another shot of the night. At this point the music had blurred into one big cacophony and the people had really just begun to blur. She wasn't sure at what time she had lost Jace but she was too occupied to care. Clary was shaking her head from side to side, her auburn tendrils bouncing around her face. She felt the constant grabs at her body, some would wander around her waist while others would try their best at copping a feel. All she would do is swat them away and tut at the boys. What was it with high school boys and all their damn testosterone?

She had now skilfully managed to stand atop Raphael's kitchen counter and shake her body from side to side. The boys around her chanted and swoshed their red solo cups around. The air was full of hollers and hoots as one boy shouted out, "TAKE IT OFF, BABY!". Clary would admit that the alcohol had definitely made its way towards her brain but stripping? Publicly? She would never… right?

"Yeah, strip!" Another boy yelled out. Clary shrugged her doubts away and began to fumble around at the edges of the oversized t-shirt she wore. The ends had just met below her underwear before her foot tripped against an abandoned solo cup and Clary lost her footing altogether as she began to fall over the edge of the counter. Just when she was sure she'd welcome a backbreaking spinal injury, she was taken aback when the drop never came.

"Jace?" Clary's eyes were wide with surprise.
"Well, it's not Father Christmas." Jace raised an eyebrow before steadying Clary on her feet. "Seriously, how much have you had to drink?"
"Does it matter?" Clary winked as her words slurred. Jace shot her a challenging look before she rolled her eyes. "Come on, it's just some harmless fun!"
"Harmless fun? Clary you were a beer slip away from showing those boys everything." Jace deadpanned.
"Careful Wayland, for a second there I might have called you jealous." She pursed her lips.
"Oh God, we're going. Party's over." Jace shook his head. "Now. Come on, move it or lose it."
Clary huffed, knowing it would be no use arguing with Jace. He was either the most understanding and level headed person, or he was as stubborn as Clary. Which to say the most was not nearly as fun as the former.

Jace had stayed behind Clary as they weaved their way through the packed crowd. Some would allow their gaze to linger down the length of her body, or some would smile suggestively at Jace. Clary always knew Jace was a 10, of course he would never hear her say that, but she knew what the girls at her school thought.

"Jace Wayland is so hot."
"Why won't Jace Wayland notice me?"
"When will Jace Wayland just take me?!"

What's really sad is that the last one was heard the most often. Clary could have gouged her eyes out that day in the hallway. When the two were finally out the front door, Jace turned to Clary.
"How are you doing? Take my jacket." He said as he pulled the leather around her.
"I'm fine Jace, seriously! You don't need to watch me like a hawk. I am 17, you know. That's basically an adult." She crossed her arms.
"It's got nothing to do with that, Clary. You know I'm just watching out for you." Jace shot back.
"I know that, but seriously, at a party? If I wanted to be embarrassed I would have brought my dad."
"Clare, you're being childish."
"Coming from the school man whore himself!" As soon as the words were out, Clary instantly felt like taking them back. "I'm so sorry, I didn't-"
"I've heard enough." Jace's face hardened. "Let's just get you home so I can finally call it a night."
"Jace, I-" But again, Clary was interrupted. However this time it wasn't by Jace, but the incessant cries of someone screaming for help nearby.

Immediately the two shouldered their way through the growing crowds at the front of the party, until they were by a large hedge, deep inside the shadows of the night. Again the cries called out and Jace jumped into action. Clary was hot on his heels and when Jace pulled back the blanket of green, Clary stood frozen. A girl was pinned under a large mass of muscle; the boy had his hand over her mouth and the other between her legs. It was dark but Clary could still see the tears that streamed down the girl's face. Luckily Jace wasn't frozen like Clary and instantly pulled the boy off and punched him square in the face. After the sickening crack of what she assumed was nasal cartilage, Clary bolted beside the girl and began to get her up, ensuring that she was okay. Well, as okay as you could be after a near miss with rape.

Clary turned and saw Jace still brawling with the boy across the grass. This time a crowd had started to appear, and Clary knew it was time for the show to end. She pulled off Jace's jacket and wrapped it around the girl. Her hair was matted with dirt and twigs and her eyes were bloodshot with tears. When she looked up at Clary only then did she notice her as one of the freshmen at St. Xaviers. It just kept getting worse.

"You're safe, I promise." Clary muttered. The girl nodded as more tears slid down her face. It was definitely time to go.

"Jace, come on. Leave it!" Clary called out. Jace had just pushed the guy to the ground again when he spoke clearly and loudly, "You're disgusting. I guess the only way you can get girls is against their wills." He shook his head.

"You might want to double check that with Clary." The pinned boy replied bitterly. Clary whipped her head around at the mention of her name and watched the said boy/rapist stand up as the moonlight met his white blond hair.

Sebastian.

Oh God. She was going to be sick for sure now. Sebastian was caught in the bushes attempting to rape another girl. Oh God. Sebastian had just gotten beaten to a pulp. Oh good.

"You son of a bitch." Jace spat out as he dove back into the fight. If the crowd had seem interested before, they were now wild with excitement at what was about to go down. Some of Sebastian's mates had jumped in as well, of course ensuing some of Jace's. Even Simon joined in.

This night was definitely not going according to plan. Clary shook her head and wrapped a protective arm around the girl, leading her towards Jace's car. She twindled with the handle until the door swung open and she nodded for the girl to enter.

"I'll be right back, just stay here. Don't open the door for anyone, got it?" She asked. The girl nodded quickly, tears still welling in her eyes. Clary couldn't even begin to imagine what that girl was going through. She had probably thought that Sebastian just wanted a playful romp in the bushes before things could take a turn for the worse. Clary looked at her again; she couldn't be more than 14!

She shut the door and made her way back towards the heart of the party. If it seemed possible, it looked as if the fight had intensified. She immediately found Jace, still battling it out with Sebastian. The two were wrestling in the grass, clearly leaving more dirt than grass. Raphael's parents were going to be so pissed.

She didn't know exactly what would stop them fighting but she was pretty sure that jumping on the back of Sebastian wasn't a good idea. "Get. Off. Of. Him." Clary yelled out as she pulled at Sebastian's hair. He only grunted and threw her off of him, not until he yelled a few choice words at her. It wasn't until Jace saw Clary groaning on the grass before he rushed to her side.

"Are you alright?" His eyes searched hers.
"I'm fine. Bruises I can do. Not so sure about potential permanent trauma." She nodded towards his car.
"Oh god, we have to get her home. Let's go." Jace hoisted Clary up and led her towards the car.

"Don't tell me you've had enough already, Blondie?" Sebastian yelled out.
"Oh get fucked, Sebastian." Clary rolled her eyes as she flipped him off before they got to Jace's car.

When the two settled into the car, Clary immediately turned towards the back seat. Expecting her eyes to meet the trauma shaken freshmen she had previously deposited into Jace's car, she was taken aback when they were only met with empty leather seats.

"So, where is she?" Jace questioned.
"You mean where is she now! Shit, we have to look for her." Clary quickly got out of the car and continued to survey the party. It was going to be an even longer night than she thought.

After an hour of searching the party grounds, Clary and Jace had finally decided to take a break. They were seated by the edge of the pool, and the moon was in full bloom.

"Well, tonight sucks." Clary murmured as her feet swayed in the water.
"Definitely not what I had in mind." Jace concurred.
"I forgot to thank you for stepping in before. I know you were originally protecting that girl, but I heard what Sebastian said about me…" Clary bit her lip.
"You're welcome. Just watching like a hawk." He shrugged.
"Jace, I'm sorry. I said some stupid things before, I am so so sorry."
"Stop apologising. You weren't wrong." He looked up at the moon, his eyes transfixed.
"Yes, I was. You're not a man whore. I know you care-"
"No, I don't. I treat girls like garbage; I go from one to another. I'm as bad as Sebastian." He spoke harshly.
"You could never be like him. Not in a million years." Clary wrapped her hand around Jace's arm so he could face her. "Even if not everyone can see that, I can."
"Clary, please." He shook his head as he stood up. "I just want to go home."
"Okay, let's go." The two got back into Jace's car and had finally pulled onto the road. The windows were down and the only sound that could be heard was the whistle of the wind. That was until Clary's phone let out a chime. The caller ID read Jace.

"Hello?"
"Clary? It's me, Olivia. T-the girl from the party." Her quivering voice was enough for Clary to know.
"Where are you? Are you alright?" She got out. Jace shot her a curious glance.
"I'm okay. I made it home. Sorry for not calling sooner but I only just realised I had Jace's phone, it was in his jacket." She replied. "If you guys wanted to come pick it up? I have hot chocolate?"
Clary let out a soft laugh. "Sure, could you give me a few minutes?"
"Of course, I'll text you the address." She hung up and turned to Jace.

"Change of plans." She smiled.

"I still don't understand why we need to buy you clothes." Jace furrowed his brows as he parked in front of Walmart.

"Are you kidding? I am in nothing but a t-shirt! I can't go to Olivia's house like this." Clary grumbled as she got out of the door, pulling Jace towards the brightly lit store. As soon as the two passed the automatic doors, they were met with judgemental stares. Of course it seemed as though the two might have been entering the store after a quickie in the car. Ignoring the glares, Clary rushed towards the clothing aisle.

"Whaddya think?" Clary laughed as she slipped on a pink bunny onesie.
"Absolutely adorable." Jace couldn't contain his laughter and he snapped a photo on his phone.
"That is my middle name." Clary waggled her eyebrows as she continued to scan the racks of clothing.
"Oh, this is so you." Clary laughed as she pulled out a shirt that read 'But My Mum's Say's I'm Special.'
"Ha ha." Jace stuck out his tongue. Clary had managed to find some semi decent clothes and walked the two over to the change rooms. She sat Jace on one of the waiting seats across the stalls as she shimmied in and pulled the curtain closed.

"So, who would have thought we'd end up at Walmart tonight." Jace laughed.
"What are you talking about? Walmart is where it is happening I've heard." Clary smirked. She tugged Jace's shirt over her head and pulled on the new bra she had chosen. When she reached for the accompanying shirt and shorts, her eyes made contact with Jace's through the small sliver of space that it seemed every change room had. As soon as their eyes locked, it was like something different entirely. Jace's eyes gazed over hers and down her exposed body before he realised what he was doing and abruptly looked away, a deep blush colouring his cheeks.

Clary would have left it, and continued to get dressed but something about that look sent her trembling with ecstasy. Instead, she turned back around and pulled the curtain to the side, giving Jace the perfect view of her toned body.

"Jace? I can't rip the tag off this bra. Mind helping me?" Her eyes looked back at him, challenging him to give into her.

"Uh, s-sure. I can do that." Jace steadily got up from his seat and stepped into the stall. Clary's eyes never left his as she watched his hands try to rip the tag off through the mirror. It was amusing to be in the presence of a nervous Jace. Especially if the reason for his nervousness was a girl, who was no other than Clary herself.

After swallowing firmly, Jace had successfully ripped the tag off. Clary expected him to make his way back to his seat but when she looked back up, she saw Jace's own eyes stare back at her. There was something about those golden irises that left girls in a tizzy, and for once Clary was finally understanding it.

His eyes spoke another language, one that Clary very much wanted to learn. He visibly skimmed down her body and Clary felt goose bumps kiss her skin.

"Clary…" His voice sounded strained. Like he couldn't voice the words he wanted to. Like something was crushing them, forcing them to stay unspoken.

"Yes?" Clary replied as she finally found movement in her legs and turned to face him.

"I… you…" He choked out.

And in that moment, Clary had mustered all the courage she thought was possible and spoke the words she knew she had been dying to say for a long time.

"Shut up and kiss me." And then it was an explosion of fireworks.

Jace lips were hot on hers and Clary's hands searched his entire body, feeling their way under his shirt, up his fit torso. Clary's mind still couldn't fathom the thought that she was kissing Jace Wayland: Expert Kisser.

And that's exactly what he was. His lips were on her neck and then her collarbone, down her shoulders. Every point of her body inducing a gallon of nerves. She was soon pressed against the cool surface of the mirror, her legs wound around his hips. Jace's hands explored her exposed skin and when Clary let out a small gasp, she was definitely sure that other shoppers could have heard. That's when she realised that where her and Jace were currently wrapped around each other, was in fact very public.

"We probably shouldn't continue this here." Clary smiled as she pulled apart, her chest rising and falling.
"Walmart change rooms don't turn you on?" Jace smirked, his hands still firmly holding Clary up.
Clary only shook her in laughter. "Come on, loser. We can't keep Olivia waiting." Jace finally put Clary down but his hands never left hers.
"I knew you couldn't resist the Wayland charms." He smirked.
"Unless you want to stay in this stall, I suggest you stop talking."
"I love it when you talk dirty to me." This guy was relentless. After buying the clothes, the two bustled into Jace's car.

Only when the car roared to life, and Jace steered them onto the road did Clary let the thought occur.

Holy fuck, I just made out with my best friend.

Author's Notes: Chapter two my friends! Please tell me your honest opinions, I love feedback! Sorry about it being slightly rushed and way shorted than the first. I did go off a few ideas, so thank you so so much for anyone who sent them in.

Thank you again.

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