Heeyyy everybody! I hope you liked the previous chapter! I'm just thinking of ways to follow the plot I thought of, but I just need some ideas (*hint, hint*). Thanks for the continuous support. Special thanks to new followers/favorite-ers out there! OH, AND PLZ, PLZ PLZ review: positive, negative, ideas, anything that i should improve, or whatever. I just wanted to say that I'm going to break my procrastinating ways and FINISH this story (*cheers*). ILYGSM (I LOVE YOU GUYS SO MUCH)! And thanks for the continous support.

~Charlotte

Disclaimer: I, sadly, will never own these characters...

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Clary POV

"Do I look fat?" Isabelle spins, making the dress flutter around her. Magnus and Clary give her wary looks.

"Nope."

"Nuh-uh."

She pouts. "You guys don't mean it." She goes back into the changing room.

Clary glances at Magnus, he's picking at a glittery nail. He looks just as bored as Clary feels. " Iz, can we go? We've been here for hours."

The shuffling of clothing stops. "Hmmmmm...No."

Clary groans.

Isabelle dramatically slides the dressing room curtain to the side, and looks at her. Unfortunately for Clary, she knows that look: its the look she gets when she has an idea. "Clary how about you go shopping?"

She laughs nervously. "I- I don't want to. You can't-"

By now Magnus is perked up. "Yeah, Clary! Izzy and I can give you a makeover."

"What's wrong with the way I dress?" She gestures at her jeans and t-shirt.

They both clear their throats."Nothing."

Isabelle speaks up. "We'll just, uh, improve the way you dress."

Magnus nods vigorously.

"But how will I pay?"

They both grin. "We'll pay."

Clary groans.

-o-o-o-o-

"Try this on- oh, and this!"

"Yeah, and also this!"

Clary staggers around, trying to stand while carrying a massive pile of clothing. "Do I really have to try on all these clothes?"

"Yes, so stop complaining!" Isabelle shoves her into an empty dressing room.

Grabbing a random top from the pile, something that Isabelle calls "a slightly cropped tank top". She pulls the light, maroon fabric over her head and braces herself as she turns to the mirror. Opening her tightly shut eyelids, she looks at her reflection. The shirt loosely hangs off her shoulder, but in a flattering way. She pulls a large, off-white cardigan around her arms and shoulders. "Iz, is the cardigan supposed to be big?"

"Yes!"

Glances back at the mirror. Wow, that looks good. Still my style, but slightly "improved". Slowly but surely, tries on every single thing in the pile. "Izzy, I'm done!" She comes out feeling tired. "No wonder you're so skinny! Trying on clothes is tiring."

Izzy giggles. "It's a workout minus the running, like soccer. Come on, let's go pay."

"For everything? You don't have to, it's going to be very expensive."

She shakes her head. "No, it's a thrift store. Things are much better priced here!"

"No, I ca-"

"Shut up and come on!" She grabs Clary's hand and drags her to the counter, but abruptly stops. She backtracks to a men's clothing rack and pulls out a light gray-blue button down. "Hold on. Do you think Jace would look goos in this?"

"Um-He-I guess...?"

Isabelle shrugs and adds it to her pile. They approach a very surprised cashier lady and watch her type in the prices for everything. When she finishes, she beams at them.

"Thank you so much for your purchases! You know, 100% of the money goes to charity. So we really appreciate it! Have a nice day!"

Clary smiles and thanks her. Knowing she was going to regret it she glances at Isabelle, and is greeted with a smirk. She then turns around. "Magnus! Where is he!?"

"Wait, hold on. Is still have to pay." Magnus walks over carrying a mound of glitter. No, wait. Those are clothes. The cashier seemed to be momentarily blinded as she entered the prices. After several (looonngg) minutes, he walked over to the impatient girls and gave them a sheepish grin. "Sorry it took so long!"

No response. They just turn and walk to Isabelle's car.

"Okay, I was thinking that we should do her makeup."

Hearing this, Isabelle perks up. She turns to Clary and gives a hopeful look. Her mind debated: Ewww, makeup. But it would be fun to try som- NO! NEVER! Well, maybe. Oh, I'm really going to regret this. "Sure", Clary whispers.

"What? Speak louder."

"SURE! Fine, whatever."

Magnus and Isabelle beam at each other, then at look her.

Well, shit.

-o-o-o-o-

At Isabelle's house, they go to her room. It's black (not in a Gothic way though) with gold and white swirls. She and Magnus literally shoves Clary into the seat of her vanity. Clary watches as Isabelle pulls a big, suspicious looking, black box from under her bed. She places on the table with a thud and opens it. Curious, she peers inside. To her horror, it's full of A LOT of makeup in organized little piles. She, (Isabelle), pushes a button and the box expands even more.

"Oooohhh. Is that your stash?" Magnus looks inside, nodding his head in approval. She and Magnus turn to Clary and begin to scrutinize her.

"Nice skin, and with surprisingly small pores." What the hell are pores!?

"Yeah, and her eye brows don't need filling just a little plucking." Magnus nods vigorously.

"Her eyes just need some mascara, but she pretty thick eyelashes." He glances at Isabelle. "You ready to do this?"

"Hell, yeah! But first, let's take a 'before' picture." Isabelle searches for her camera and takes a photo of Clary. They then grabs some facial wipes and wipe her face thoroughly. Isabelle takes out some tweezers. "So sorry, Clary."

Clary's eyes widen. "Wait. Why are you- OW! Isabelle- OW!- what are you -OW!- doing-SHIT!? THAT HURTS!" She begins to squirm, but Magnus tightly holds her down. When Isabelle finishes, she rubs her sore eyelash area, sniffling.

"The painful part is over. Now, all you have to do is listen to what we say, okay?"

Clary gulps, but nods.

She watches Isabelle reach into her box to take out a medium sized pouch, which she hands to Magnus. "Dump everything out and open them."

He does as instructed. Clary peers around him and sees unopened makeup. She looks at Isabelle in disbelief. "When did you get all this new makeup, and why are you using it on me?"

"Clary, Clary, Clary. Do you think I'm an idiot? You're a girl and I knew that your curiosity would win you over, so I bought new makeup specifically for you." Though I don't like makeup that much, I'm surprisingly touched.

After opening all the packages, Magnus asks Isabelle,"Isabelle, what's the plan? Are we doing dramatic, natural, or..."

"Hmmmm." She looks at me. "We should go for natural but enhancing, if you get what I mean. Maybe make her eyes bigger and, Magnus, NO GLITTER!"

He nods then begins to sob in mock sadness. "Got it."

"One more thing." She walks over to her iphone dock and scrolls through some music. "Perfect."

What do you mean? Oooh
When you nod your head yes

But you wanna say no
What do you mean? Heeey
When you don't want me to move
But you tell me to go
What do you mean?
What do you mean?
Said we're running out of time
What do you mean?
Oh oh oh What do you mean?
Better make up your mind
What do you mean?

Clary sits as still as posible as they put sticky stuff on her face and 'curl her eyelashes'. They put some stuff called eyeliner on her eyelids and mascara on her eyelashes. On her lips, they applied something called "Baby Lips" which is like colored lip balm. When they finish, Isabelle snaps another photo. Anticipation and nervousness stir at the pit of Clary's stomach.

Magnus grins at her and begins to wipe non-existent tears from under his eyes. "My Clary is so pretty!"

She turns to the mirror to see... herself, but with much bigger and greener eyes. The thing Isabelle called "foundation" made her skin look soft. Her cheeks were slightly rosy, with her lips the same shade. She was speechless.

Isabelle looked at her hopefully. "Do you like it? I mean for an everyday look, your skin is nice enough not to apply foundation, but-"

Clary hugs them both. She feels tears well up in her eyes. Isabelle looks at her, her face full of concern. "Do you not like-?"

"Oh, gosh, no! I love it. It's just that (sniffle) the last time you applied makeup on me was for my first date with Sebastian. Remember? I may seem happy, but-"

Magnus hugs her. "Clare, you are my brave little soldier but it's okay to cry. We know how much this affected you so don't be afraid to."

Clary sniffles. "But my makeup-"

"It's okay. We put waterproof mascara on and the foundation is an easy fix." Clary nods and begins to sob onto the shoulders of her supportive friends. I've never realized how sad I was. Ever since I started high school, I thought that a break up would just be a break up nothing more. But he cheated on me. The waterworks just keep on coming and coming in waves. After her crying session, her face feels swollen.

Isabelle stands up and changes the music to one of Clary's favorites: Lean On by Major Lazer and DJ Snake.

Do you recall, not long ago
We would walk on the sidewalk
Innocent, remember?
All we did was care for each other

But the night was warm
We were bold and young
All around the wind blows
We would only hold on to let go

Blow a kiss, fire a gun
We need someone to lean on
Blow a kiss, fire a gun
All we need is somebody to lean on

They sit Clary down again and fix her make up. Magnus grins at her. "We are going to show Sebastian what he's missing, okay?"

Clary nods. Then, a new feeling washes over her. The feeling for vengeance.

-o-o-o-o-

When they finish, Isabelle looks at Clary. "Hi, New Clary."

When they stare at her, she feels her cheeks begin to get warm. Covering her cheeks, she tells them, "Stop staring at me!" They laugh.

Magnus scrunches his nose at her. "You're so adorable!"

"I'm going to get some snacks and drinks. Magnus can you help?"

"Sure."

"I can help, too," Clary says, in an attempt to repay what they did for her.

"No, you can organize the clothes. Lay them flat on my bed in piles for you, me, and Magnus."

Once they walk down the stairs, Clary sets off to work. She organizes hers first, then Magnus' (which was easy because of the sparkles), then Isabelle's (lace, slight sparkles, fitted tops, etc...). She listens to One by Ed Sheeran, but suddenly hears a door slam shut. Startled, she walks out into the hallway and nearly gets knocked down. Thankfully, arms wrap around her waist and steadies her. She looks up at her rescuer. Jace. Actually, a sleepy looking Jace. His hair is tousled (but he still can look good)and his t-shirt is wrinkled.

He releases her and rubs his eyes. "Hey, Clary. What are you doing here?"

"Magnus, Isabelle, and I were just having fun."

"Mmmm." Once he gets a better look at her face, his eyes widen. "Hey, what happened your face?"

She pats feels her face, hoping none of her makeup smudged. "Nothing, why?"

"It's just-" She watches his eyes travel down to her lips, which seems to make him more rattled. Weirdly, this makes her feel smug "I-uh-You-"

They hear people coming up the stairs.

"Hey, Jace." Magnus comes into view holding a plate full of nachos.

"Hey."

Isabelle sees Jace and lights up. "Hey, what do you think of Clary's face? Isn't she pretty?"

"It's-uh-" He clears his throat.

"Yeah, that's what I thought." What's that supposed to mean? "Jace, come and try it on for us!"

She grabs his sleeve and drags him into her room. "Clary, where's my pile- oh wait, I see it." She pulls out the button down and tosses it to him. He catches it and takes of his shirt right in front of us. Clary looks away, feeling her face heat up. When she dares to look back up, he's buttoning the shirt up. He looks at her and smirks when he sees her (what she assumes) red face.

He gives us a twirl. "So. What's the verdict?" The shirt looks amazing on him. The color makes his gold eyes pop, and with a few top buttons open he looks like a god. Even in pajama pants.

I wonder what my expression is. She looks up to find all of them staring at her with suprised expressions on their faces. "What?"

Isabelle gaped at her. "I can't believe you jus- Did you even hear what you just said?"

"I-um- no..."

"You just-"

Jace cuts her off. "'Damn, you look hot!'"

"Stop being so self-absorbed. I would never say that." She says, rolling her eyes.

"For once, he isn't. You really just said that." Magnus laughs.

"I just-wahh?"

Jace winks at her. "Glad to know you feel that way, Clarissa."

"Sorry...?" She offered weakly. She glances at Isabelle and Magnus and sees them watching their conversation looking amused.

"Well I'm not!"

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Hey! Sorry this chapter is: 1)late, and 2)a bit boring. This is like a filler chapter just to get the plot going. BTW: that button down shirt that I had in mind was from the one in the movie when they went to the greenhouse. I totally would've used a shirt from the book, but Jace had a think for gray shirts so. For those who have read the Infernal Devices: I'm reading "To Kill a Mockingbird" and I when I saw the name Jem... I like died at that spot lol. Sorry for such a long break in between chapters, I think I'm releasing chapters on Fridays or weekends. Thanks for everything and PLZ, PLZ, PLZ review! Thanks guys!

~Charlotte

Disclaimer:

Lean On by Major Lazer and DJ Snake

What Do You Mean by Justin Beiber