Pen-Pal's.

Chapter 21

"Local lead singer of town's boy band, Simon Lewis, was seen caught up in another woman's embrace earlier today.

Footage of his so called girlfriend, Isabelle Lightwood, seen catching him in the act today has spread like wildfire, drawing unwanted attention to the pair.

Reports from witnesses conclude that she looked utterly stricken upon confrontation, but fans seem to be taking her side as Simon receives a lot of backlash.

What do you think of the situation? Leave a comment-"

The sound of Isabelle slamming the tv remote against the marble counter echoed throughout Clary's empty house.

She shook violently as her hands formed fists in her hair. Silent tears streamed down her face, causing lines of mascara to smear across her cheeks.
She didn't care, there was a dull buzzing in her head that she didn't bother acknowledge.

Clary was on her way, she was assured, but she didn't know if she wanted to be comforted at that moment.
She let her eyes wander around Clary's kitchen, if only to stop herself from crying any longer. It didn't work.

She knew nothing would work.

A surge of anger overpowered her suddenly, causing her to grit her teeth and tighten the hold on her hair. Images of Simon and her flashed in her mind, making her toes curl in fury.
The way he held her delicately, the way she thought he only saved for her...

A defeated sob racked through her, causing her entire frame to slump against the counter.

She didn't realise her fists were pounding against the marble until Clary was there, grabbing at her hands frantically to make her stop.
She held Isabelle's hands to her chest tightly, letting her thrash and cry as she tried coax her.

"Why?" Isabelle screeched, causing Clary to bite her lip as her eyes welled with tears. "Why, Clary?" Isabelle looked desperately into her eyes, letting the tears flow freely.

"I-I don't know, Iz." Clary winced at the crack in her voice, causing her lower lip to tremble.

"Why, why, why..." Isabelle's mutters were silenced by Clary throwing herself at Isabelle, enveloping her into a tight hug as they both cried.

"Why?"

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Jace sighed tiredly, dragging a hand across his face.

He hadn't meant to be so cruel to Clary, heck, everything happened so quickly, he barely understood what was happening before he blurted out those three words...

It's me. Jonathon.

He sighed deeply, a sick feeling in his stomach.

The way he so carelessly said it... the way her eyes held unshed tears because of him.
He couldn't think he could handle it.

He left his trailer quickly, ignoring faces he barely recognised hollering at him to come back.
He headed straight for that nightclub he was a bit too familiar with.

It was bustling with moving bodies, both young and old, he noted, slightly disturbed.
Neon lights flashed, making the shiny bodies slick with sweat stand out more.

He pushed his way to the bar, shooting the bartender a look before receiving a shot of vodka... then receiving some more.

He knocked them back, enjoying the feeling of fuzz taking over the sick feeling in his stomach.
He turned around on the stool he was sat on, feeling his head loll unsteadily.

A strong scent of perfume smothered his senses as he dragged his eyes up, noting a pair of long, fake tanned legs and a very short crimson dress that was basically see through, accompanied by a slit that showed off an impressive amount of cleavage.

He was met with a very familiar pair of blue eyes as a head of blonde hair moved its way close to his face.

"Do you need me to show you my name tag, or do you remember me anyways?"
A husky voice sounded in his ear, causing him to shiver a bit.

"Kaelie." He slurred, as the image of her name tag flashed in his mind, along with her cleavage.

A satisfied smirk settled its way onto her lips as she laced her hands behind his neck, causing the slit in her dress to show more of her chest.
His eyes remained trained there, his mind hazy as she pressed herself against him.

"Wanna dance?" She drawled, dragging her tongue up the shell of his ear.
He groaned, his head lolling back as she moved against him.

She dragged him out to the middle of the dance floor, swaying her hips to the beat as Jace stumbled after her.
She dragged her hands down his chest, pressing hot kisses against his neck before spinning away.

He grabbed her hips and they swayed to the beat, like many of the couples around them. She grinded herself against him, making Jace go wild.
Images of wild, fiery,bouncy hair flashed in his mind and he blindly kissed her, pressing her close.

Kaelie moaned in delight, tangling her hands into his hair and tugging harshly.
Jace peppered hot kisses along her jaw, down her neck before repeating it over and over.

He was in a frenzy, couldn't stop as the night dragged on and as he got even more drunk. Kaelie's eyes were alight in with glee and mischief, though he wouldn't realise that until later on.

Until the next morning, to be exact.