Goldwick (A Mortal Instruments story)

ANOTHER!

Third Person POV:

After hearing Amelia’s entire life story, Clary was feeling both pissed and guilty. She was pissed because Amelia still just beat up her boyfriend down to a pulp, and because of what she said about Jace, but she was feeling guilty for what Jace did to her and now Clary has taken her place in his heart.

“I’m so sorry.” She whispered. “I never imagined he’d do something like that. It’s just-“

“Clarissa, please don’t pity me. I am over it… sort of. But really, I don’t care about him anymore. Let’s do something fun. It’s your first night back in Idris. I say we all go for a drink!”

“I second that!” Izzy says, raising a finger in the air.

“Oh, God.” Clary mumbled under her breath, putting a hand over her eyes. She hadn’t seen Isabelle drink, but she has smelled her drinking, and Clary was pretty sure Amelia was no better.

“Come on! It’ll be fun! Plus I haven’t had a drink with a hero before, so that’ll be even better!” Amelia said, grabbing Clary’s hand in hers, holding it while she did a puppy dog pout.

“Yeah, Amy’s right! Please Clary?” Izzy clasped her own hands and did the same pout as Amelia.

“What about Chris-“ Clary said, trying to get out of it.

“It isn’t the first time I’ve gone out. He’s old enough to take care of himself.”

“Ugh, fine!” Clary said, defeated. Isabelle and Amelia both let out a squeal, and Amelia went in the back to get her jacket and some more weapons. When she came back, she told Christopher was going to be out a bit, and linked her arms with both girls and they left.

***

“Another!” Amelia shouted, throwing her empty beer glass on the floor, sending shatters flying everywhere. Amy and Isabelle knew more people than Clary thought, so soon their party of three became more of a party of 20. The people around them laughed and cheered as Iz gulped down three more shots. Clary, who was still on her first glass of wine, sat quietly, feeling slightly uncomfortable in the huge crowd.

“Excuse me, is this seat taken?” Clary turned her head toward the young man asking if he could take a seat. He had hazel eyes and sandy blond hair, and reminded Clary of Jace a little.

“Um, no. Not at all.” Clary said, motioning for him to sit.

“You can only watch those two drink for so long.” The boy said, indicating toward Izzy and Amy.

Clary took a sip of her bittersweet red wine. “You know Isabelle and Amelia?”

The boy nodded his head. “Oh yeah. We go way back. Well at least Iz and I do.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. Iz and I were seeing each other for a while, but when she moved back to New York, we sort of grew apart. Ames and I, on the other hand, used to hate each with passion. But the more we got to know each other, the closer we became. She’s one of my best friends now.” He replied, looking at both girls who had both challenged each other to a drink off. They were now chugalugging from vodka bottles, Amelia in the lead.

“Did they always drink this much?” Clary asked, laughing a little.

“Oh, hell yeah.”

“I’m sorry; I didn’t get your name.” She said, looking back at the boy.

“Sorry, I’m Nick. Nick Dawnblood.” He said, extending his arm out to Clary.

“I’m Clary. Clary Fray.” She replied.