A Love That Never Dies (A Clace Fanfic)

Chapter Five

Clary

Clary went to the bar on West 57th Street, where she agreed to meet Izzy.

She was dressed in her tightest dress, that hugged her curves, and made her look very sexy. Even though she was wearing her pajamas at the Institue, she always kept her sexiest clothes in Izzy's room; she did this so Jace wouldn't get suspicious. Clary had grabbed a dress before she left out the window.

Clary decided to get a few drinks while she was waiting for Izzy.

"One Bud." She said to the bartender.

"Hey there." Said an unfamiliar (yet hot, Clary thought) face. "What's a pretty girl like you doing out at this hour all alone?"

Clary knew he as trying to get in her pants. Whatever. She thought.

"I just want a beer." She said.

"Okay. I'll leave you to it then." He replied.

Three beers and one hour later, the mystery man and Clary were kissing. They were already pushed against the wall when Izzy came in.

"Clary!" She yelled. Clary left her kisser with a dissapointed look.

"Thanks." She grabbed the bag from Izzy and started walking away.

"Hold it right there." Izzy said, grabbing Clary's arm. "You just declined a marriage proposal three hours ago. Now you're already making out with some douche at a bar? You're better than that."

"Actually, I'm really not." Clary said snarkily.  She left; but not before giving Izzy a kiss on the mouth, just to make a point. And to see the look on Izzy's face. She looked like she had just seen a ghost. She stormed off while Clary returned to her suitor.

-

Clary woke up. She galnced at her phone. 5 am. Damn. She thought. Whose bed am I in now? 

She was used to waking up in a stranger's bed. Normally, she ran out before the person beside her noticed because she had to get home to Jace. Don't have to worry about that anymore. She sighed.

The man beside her was the mystery man from earlier. At least he's not so disgusting. She thought. He was waking up because he probably felt Clary stirring. 

"Morning." He said

"Good morning." Clary replied. "I'm going to take a shower."

"Mind if I joined you?" Mystery Man said with a devious grin.

"I guess not." Clary shrugged. How much worse can it get? She thought.

-

As the two emerged from the shower, MM (mystery man) was eyeing Clary quizzically.

"So," He finally said. "How much do I owe you?"

"What?" Said a confused Clary.

'You know, how much do I owe you? You are a prostitute, aren't you? Oh, and I've been meaning to ask; how old are you?" He replied.

"I...um" Clary knew she couldn't tell him she was only seventeen. "Nineteen."

"Great." He replied. "And the money?"

This was the first time that Clary ever wished she knew what a prostitute costs.

"Um... I guess... 50 dollars?"

"Wow. That's cheap." He said, handing over the money.

Clary had chosen her path in life. Her new job was being a stripper and a prostitute.

I've found my calling. Clary joked to herself.