Disclaimer: I do not own The characters in this story. They are the work of the great mind of Cassandra Clare.


Prologue.

I don't relate to girls very well. Never did.

I have friends… that are girls, but not… friends.

Does that make sense?

Of course it does.

Well… where should I begin? I never really stray from the straight line. I don't get into trouble. I was a high school student who graduated with honors. I didn't have sex until I was in love. And I was 100% against sex that was without love.

No, I didn't wait till marriage. But I also think realistically. Teenagers are full of hormones, and they are insane. I only remember my first time as being some sort of relief. Yea it hurt… like a fucking bitch! But I was seriously a horny young girl who refuse to believe it. But there were too many times where I came close to doing it, and I want it so fucking bad. When I fell in love with Ross, I figured that it was love and it was acceptional.

And it was!

I loved every second of it, and I want… more!

I think I scared Ross a little bit. Just a little.

But then he cheated on me. And well… I was sick of being nice.

I went to LA to go to UCLA and be a Film Director one day, and that's where I met Isabelle Lightwood! Malibu Girl, who really, just needed some friends.

And she came up with a game that would bring me my Knight in Shiny Armor.

A competition.

She who sleeps with the most guys in one year form the date the game was made, wins.

Extra points for virgins.

Goody boys

And One Night Stands.

BUT One Night Stands were optional.

NO Families

Or Ex's

It's called…

Slut Year!

You think I'm sick…?

Well I don't give a shit!


Yes! I am back. I got my laptop back up and running. And before people ask; YES I AM still working on Angels In The Attic, and Clary's Little Secret. I'm still working on those. I had the chapters ready until my computer crashed, so now I gotta start them over. With AITA I have to go back and reread Flowers In The Attic, cause I have kind of lost track with this long delay! As Clary's Little Secret, I'm just mad I gotta redo it. lol. But don't worry, it will be done! As for this story. I started writing it on paper after I met my new friend Justine. She told me about her little "Slut Year" game, and I found it funny and kind of sexy. And then immediately it clicked. I thought it would make an extremely cute Jace and Clary Story. I never write cutsy fun stuff. But I like to drift away from that a little bit. I hated writing this on paper. I'm so use to typing nowadays. It sucks to write by hand now.

SO for everyone's information. Almost EVERYONE in this story is OOC. Even Clary. I kind of made her silly/bad ass. Jace is the only one who stays as... well... Jace. I created a bunch of new characters. Based off real friends of mine. I want this to be as funny as possible. Now I'm not good at being clever when it comes to being funny, but I'll try. So any adjustments. I'm opened.

Please, R&R =)