CLARY'S POV
About two hours before Magnus' party was supposed to start Clary, Isabelle, and Simon all went over to Magnus'. They hung out for a while helping put out food and drinks. Isabelle had forced Clary into a short green dress and three-inch heels. Izzy herself was wearing a tight black dress and six-inch heels.
"You should really let us put makeup on you again," Isabelle said absentmindedly as she sat next to Clary on the couch.
"How about no?" Clary responded and Isabelle rolled her eyes.
"Come on, at least for the party." She begged. Clary sighed knowing she was most likely not going to win this argument. Before Clary could cave in though Magnus leaned over the back of the couch and cut in.
"Actually, I don't have anything that we can use to put on Clary right now. Ragnor got mad and threw out all my stuff yesterday." Isabelle pouted but dropped it and Clary looked up at Magnus curiously. All he did in response to her look was tap on her palm. Clary looked down to see a small drawing of a heart.
That was when Clary remembered the boy. She hadn't really thought about makeup affecting him but she didn't see why it wouldn't. After all, he had said that anything she did to herself would show up on him and vice versa. Then it hit Clary. That meant all her bruises would have likely shown up on him.
Slight fear flooded through Clary at that thought. She didn't like it when people knew about her horrid home life. They looked at her with sad eyes, questioned her about it, they saw her as weak. But if the bruises had shown up wouldn't he have said something about it? Clary thought back to that Monday when she came back from her parents. Isabelle hadn't let her leave the house so Clary didn't get a chance to see anybody except her, Alec, Jon, and...
Jace.
The bruises all across his arms. Clary hadn't thought much of it at the moment but now she realized that they were all relatively similar to where hers had been. Clary pushed the thought down, there was no way in hell that this person was Jace. It couldn't possibly be him. Could it?
Clary was pulled from her thoughts when Simon plopped down in between her and Izzy. He smiled looking back and forth between them and Clary and Isabelle shared equally confused looks. What was he so happy about?
"What's up Simon?" Isabelle asked after a moment.
"Nothing," He said shaking his head but the smile stayed planted on his lips.
"Well you're starting to freak me out," Clary said. "Could you maybe not be so happy?"
"Why? It's a great day. We should all be happy," Simon responded.
"Okay... but why?" Clary asked raising her eyebrows.
"Why not?" Simon shrugged.
"I..." Clary paused and narrowed her eyes at her oldest friend. "You're weird."
"And you," He said tapping Clary on the nose. "Are adorable."
Clary stood up from the couch. "This is getting strange, I'm leaving." With that Clary walked away from Simon and Isabelle and went off to find Magnus.
When she came upon the sparkling man he was applying a little extra glitter to his hair. Clary watched as some excess glitter floated to the ground.
"You're like a disco ball," Clary stated and Magnus looked over at her with a grin.
"I'll take that as a compliment, thank you." He responded as he put away the bottle of glitter.
"So tell me," Clary said leaning against the counter. "What usually happens at your parties?"
