The Way of Clarissa Fray

Hey Guys, so this is my first fanfiction so be nice? :) anyway this idea has been running around my head just begging to get out so here it is. Basically clary has just moved to brooklyn so she knows nobody and has never met her brothers friends (and band mates) before. should be interesting ;) this will not be smut. but it may have some lemons i havent really decided yet. Dont say you werent warned ;D

I could feel it. The beat. Crawling under my skin and forcing me move off my own accord. My dancing was probably atrocious but I was far too content to care, along with everybody else piled on the famous pandemoniums dance floor. It was way past my curfew I could just tell but as long as I didn't look at my phone or the time it didn't seem real and therefore didn't matter. I had lost simon somewhere in the sweaty mess of dancers but he was sensible, he would be just fine. I had to start a new life here in Brooklyn, you see i used to live with my dad but sadly he passed away a few weeks ago and anything that will remotely get my mind off of his horrible passing I will try. But I had to stop by Monday. Monday is when my new life with mom luke and Jonathan officially (for me) begins, I admit I had missed my mother and over protective yet strangely cool-at-times brother but I usually only saw them on the holidays, including simon my best friend obviously. I decided I wouldn't drink tonight, Jonathan's 18th birthday was coming up but his party was being thrown tomorrow and I was pretty excited for it if I so say so myself. That is when I planned on getting wasted, I mean what else would I do? I wouldn't know anybody there?the only people I knew my age here was simon and Jonathan all the teens there would all be Jonathan's friends and admirers from idris high which I wasn't scheduled to start until Monday. Although as I said Jon can be extremely over protective of me despite the fact that I am now 17, oh the things that boy does not know about me. I edged my way through the crowd I watched them sway and grind with the music, pulled in by it's charms, I love the music at pandemonium. I love everything about pandemonium. I decide to take a few moments to scan the crowd for simon but I can't see a thing thanks to the smoke machines, ugh fuck it. I headed towards the exit feeling the cold air on my exposed legs, I had forgotten I wore a skirt tonight, a plain black pencil skirt and an emerald silk top that complimented my eyes and fiery hair, suddenly someone grabbed me by the wrist as I stepped outside their strong calloused hands pulling me back into the warmth of the club, I looked up startled at the tall boy that still had ahold of my wrist, he was remarkably beautiful, unlike anyone I had ever seen before, he had a halo of soft golden hair that hung down to his ears and naturally curled at the ends that was pushed back, his eyes were pools of gold and he would have looked like a fallen angel if it weren't for the black top and skinny jeans "hey" he whispered leaning down next to my ear "I'm jace what's your name gorgeous?" He pulled back now smirking at me, he had been drinking, I could smell it slightly on his breath but he seemed unfazed by it's toxins. But oh my was he perfect, like he belonged to heaven itself and I itched to sketch him. Get it together clary... "Clary" I said smiling sweetly up at him, a proper smile was now plastered on his face "well clary, can I just say you look fucking extraordinary" he smirked eyeing me up and down making me shiver in a good way, he was a sex god. "Your not too bad yourself" I laughed placing a hand on his arm flirtatiously making him shudder and lean down once again, but his time I felt the brush of his lips again mine before he said the words that would seal the deal "so clary, your place or mine?" He purred against my lips, one night couldn't hurt right? And I would probably never see him again... He quickly pulled away picking me up around his waist obviously deciding for me when I didn't object or answer and I didn't dare stop him, I looked into those gold eyes of his and hushed the voice in the back of my head telling me that sleeping with these boys would not bring my father back before tangling my hands in his golden locks and slamming my lips down on his.