After school, I told Izzy that I would rather her come over to my house to get ready because I really didn't feel like dodging her brother. While I go upstairs to change into an outfit of MY liking, Izzy runs downstairs to get my speaker and plugs up my ipod to the old thing and hits shuffle. And I can feel the smirk appear on my lips when I hear the first song play. Cosmic Love- by. Florence + The Machine.

A falling star fell from your heart and landed in my eyes
I screamed aloud, as it tore through them, and now it's left me blind

The stars, the moon, they have all been blown out
You left me in the dark
No dawn, no day, I'm always in this twilight
In the shadow of your heart

And in the dark, I can hear your heartbeat
I tried to find the sound
But then it stopped, and I was in the darkness,
So darkness I became

The stars, the moon, they have all been blown out
You left me in the dark
No dawn, no day, I'm always in this twilight
In the shadow of your heart

I took the stars from my eyes, and then I made a map
And knew that somehow I could find my way back
Then I heard your heart beating, you were in the darkness too
So I stayed in the darkness with you

The stars, the moon, they have all been blown out
You left me in the dark
No dawn, no day, I'm always in this twilight
In the shadow of your heart

The stars, the moon, they have all been blown out
You left me in the dark
No dawn, no day, I'm always in this twilight
In the shadow of your heart

When the song is over, I am dressed and ready for Izzy to abuse my hair and face with products. I had changed into a light pair of skinny jeans, my 'We The Free' Kyoto Cuff Thermal, my favorite Patchwork Beanie, a crescent crystal collar necklace along with a Kniezewski Statement Necklace and a Vintage Deco Heart Rosary necklace, and a Triple tear drop ring, and embellished tonic ring, and my Ashton ring. I slipped on my leather 1968 ankle boots and then presented myself to Izzy.

"Ugh! Absolutely gorgeous! Looks like someone has been rubbing their fashion sense off on someone," she says and winks at me. I scoff and roll my eyes.

"Hey Iz, um I was thinking, how about NO MAKEUP?!" I ask- more like pleaded. She raises her eyebrows up at me and asks,

"Seriously? You can ask ME that?" I groan and reply, "It was worth a shot."

She shakes her head and motions for me to sit down in front of her, I was just thankful that she decided to leave my hair alone after I had put the beanie on.

"So do you have any idea what plans Jace has for you this evening?" asks Izzy as she applies a light coat of light brown on my eyes.

"I was actually going to ask you that question," I reply.

"You really think he would tell me? Your best friend?" she asks as though I was an infant.

"Like he would tell me!" I yell back in my defense.

"Okay, okay… and we are done!" she turns me around and I don't really notice anything that different other than the fact that the eye shadow makes my eyes pop and the bronzer makes my cheek bones more angular and the mascara makes my eyelashes a lot longer and fuller and… okay, yeah, Izzy did good.

"Can I wear something of yours tonight?" she asks me as she rummages through my closet.

"Sure, but none of it is probably your taste… it's all from Free People and Anthropologie."

She groans first and then says, "I can make it work." I laugh and begin looking through my playlist on my ipod.

"Clary… seriously… you are the only one who can pull this stuff off! What about that stuff from Gucci that I gave you that one time?"

"Oh, uh that's in that little box in the back of the closet." I point to the back and Izzy yells out,

"You mean you haven't even tried it on?!" I laugh a bit and ask,

"Did you really expect me to? You said yourself that it wasn't really me but you would give it to me anyway."

She rolls her eyes and mumbles something under her breath but digs the box out anyway. She pulls from the box a high low, black skirt and a black crop top with white pumps- only Izzy. "This would actually look good on you Clary, if you would just give it a chance instead of that weird… hippy rustic look."

I roll my eyes at her back and say, "I like my weird hippy rustic look!"

"At least it works for you!" she says with a playful grin.

"What's that supposed to mean!?" I yell back with a smirk.

"Oh nothing," she answers, "Now, come on! I want to get there so I can 'accidently' push you into Johnny Lucas- then you guys can fall in love and have really cute kids! I mean your green eyes with his dark hair- PERFECTION!"

I laugh at her as we get in the car. "You mean Johnny Lucas as in the guy that sits behind me in Biology and hums Of Monsters and Men all the time? Nah, I think I'm good."

"Why do you always judge guys like that, you don't know him!" she yells at me accusingly as she starts the car.

"Precisely, I don't know him- so I'm not going to fall in love with him. I've decided that love is just an illusion." I look out my window and try to ignore the memories of when I thought I was in love.

"Whatever, turn on the radio!" she yells at me and I push the button that turns on the sweet music.

Say something, I'm giving up on you.
I'll be the one, if you want me to.
Anywhere, I would've followed you.
Say something, I'm giving up on you.

And I am feeling so small.
It was over my head
I know nothing at all.

And I will stumble and fall.
I'm still learning to love
Just starting to crawl.

Say something, I'm giving up on you.
I'm sorry that I couldn't get to you.
Anywhere, I would've followed you.
Say something, I'm giving up on you.

And I will swallow my pride.
You're the one that I love
And I'm saying goodbye.

Say something, I'm giving up on you.
And I'm sorry that I couldn't get to you.
And anywhere, I would have followed you.
Oh-oh-oh-oh say something, I'm giving up on you.

Say something, I'm giving up on you.
Say something...

"I think I love that song," I say plainly.

"Thought love was just an illusion…" Izzy says playfully as we pull up to the school that is littered with teenagers that try too hard to get drunk, high, or laid.

"Oh Iz, you know that my heart will always belong to three things: art, music, and coffee."

She rolls her eyes and gets out of the car. "I'm going to go find Simon! I'll meet you at the punch bowl, yeah?" I nod my head to her and she hurries away to find Si.

I start walking over to the bowl of reddish liquid when a hand on my shoulder stops me. I turn around and say in disgust, "Sebastian…"

"Hello darling, you are looking fine tonight but, you already knew that didn't you?" I lift up one of my eyebrows and roll my head to either side of me as if trying to find an excuse to leave.

"Sorry, but if I wanted petty compliments, I would have stayed home and talked to my Siri… she can come up with better pick up lines than you."

I begin to walk away when Sebastian says, "Can a machine give you this?" he grabs my hand, causing me to turn around, and places an open mouth kiss on my shoulder that was thankfully covered up by my shirt. As he moves away from me I can smell the alcohol on his breath and I cringe at the putrid stench.

"You are revolting," I state plainly and walk away, still trying to scrub the spot away from my shoulder that Sebastian had kissed me. Gross.

I decided to just text Simon and tell him that I was going to be outside if they wanted to join me later but that they should have fun by themselves. I walked out of the auditorium and into the cool breeze. The sun was just starting to go down and I could already see my breath and it was at this time that I cursed myself for not bringing a jacket. I sigh and groan and sigh some more as I wrap my small arms around myself. I lean up against the red brick wall and watch the sun set and listen to the good, but overplayed songs going on inside. They were playing Wake Me Up by Avicii right now and I couldn't help but bob my head to the beat.

So wake me up when it's all over
When I'm wiser and I'm older
All this time I was finding myself
And I didn't know I was lost

"Good music, yeah?" asks a deep voice beside me and I immediately know who's it belongs to.

"It's okay… if you like songs that have been played about 50 times a day on the radio. But, as far as I can see, diversity is kind of a hard thing to accept around here."

"Why do you say that?" asks Jace.

I look at him incredulously and exclaim, "Really, you can ask that?! I guess when your ego is as big as yours; common sense doesn't really fit anymore, does it?"

He sighs dramatically and asks, "Can we at least have a civilized conversation… FOR ONCE?! I just want to tell you why I did what I did."

I loll my head over to him without much effort and give him an expectant look. "Fine, fine, this isn't really how I wanted to do this but if you insist, you know I was knew to the school this year and Sebastian made the point that I've never really been um, how do I say this… UNpopular. I agreed and he and all those girls made me want to be a part of their group. I thought that if I wasn't friends with them, I wouldn't be friends with anybody. They told me that if I wanted to hang with them I would have to… well you know. And, Clary… those weeks that I was with you, I was so happy! I really did fall in love with you… I hate that I hurt you…"

I stare back at him and then I can't help but burst into a fit of laughter. "What?!" he yells back at me.

"You're joking… I mean REALLY? You think that after that sob story, I would sympathize with you and then, what- accept you again?"

He diverts his gaze to the cold grass and says, "I was actually hoping you would take me back." he says it so lightly that I almost miss it. I want to laugh again but it seems almost impossible.

"Hell no…" I reply again and then I feel as though the atmosphere of the crowded gym seems much more appealing than a sunset so I walk back inside but before I enter the school, Jace yells out,

"Hey Clary, don't think I didn't forget that little surprise for tonight." I can see his smirk in the fading light but I just roll my eyes and walk back inside.

"Hey Clary, where did you go?" asks Isabelle when I walk over to the punch table.

"Just needed to get some fresh air," I lie- well not completely a lie.

I stop talking to them when I see a mop of gold approach the stage where the DJ was looking at records. Jace whispers something in his ear and slips him what looks like a 20$. The DJ smiles at Jace as he exits the stage and then cuts off the music. There is a chorus of groans that erupt through the place and then the DJ begins to speak into his mike.

"Just hold on, hold on! I have a request from a certain golden boy that goes by the name of Jace Herondale. He wants to dedicate a slow song to a certain lady." I hear girls around the room fawning and swooning and when I look back up at the stage, Jace is standing there again. You would have thought he was royalty or Elton John but no… he was just a quarterback and a midfielder who knows how to get a reputation.

There are multiple girls who yell out 'pick me, pick me' and I laugh at their desperate attempts. "Clary… Clary would you please dance with me?"

Heat rises to my face and I shut my eyes tightly and scrunch up my nose. He can't really be doing this… this is some kind of prank. I watch as he steps off the stage and walks towards me. "Dance with me Clary," he whispers to me and I fell as though I have no choice but to comply. I grit my teeth and take his hand in mine. A victorious smile appears on his lips but I keep my lips in a straight line.

"Thank you," he whispers into my ear and I can feel his hot breath touch the skin and I remember how much I used to love that. Other couples begin dancing as well and I catch the quick glare from envious girls though they don't know that I would do anything to switch them spots right now.

The song starts playing and I whisper, "Not necessarily the slowest song but… it's nice."

She'll lie and steal, and cheat, and beg you from her knees
Make you think she means it this time
She'll tear a hole in you, the one you can't repair
But I still love her, I don't really care

"I tried to base it off of personal events," he replies.

When we were young, oh, oh, we did enough
When it got cold, ooh, ooh, we bundled up
I can't be told, ah, ah, it can't be done

It's better to feel pain, than nothing at all
The opposite of love's indifference
So pay attention now, I'm standing on your porch screaming out
And I won't leave until you come downstairs

"I sure as hell hope you are referring to yourself when you say that because we both know it was not my fault that you cheated on me," I say with venom laced in my words.

So keep your head up, keep your love
Keep your head up, my love
Keep your head up, keep your love

"I was referring to myself for your information. You have no idea how hard I am trying to apologize. Next time, I'll just go for a proposal… I have a feeling I'll have more luck doing that." I can hear the grin in his voice and I can't help but chuckle a little myself, "There's that beautiful laugh," he says and I scold myself for blushing.

And I don't blame you dear for running like you did all these years
I would do the same, you'd best believe
And the highway signs say we're close but I don't read those things anymore
I never trusted my own eyes

When we were young oh, oh, we did enough
When it got cold, ooh, ooh we bundled up
I can't be told, ah, ah, it can't be done

"Are you ever going to give this whole thing up?" I ask quietly.

So keep your head up, keep your love
Keep your head up, my love

"Not when I still think I have a chance… so, do I have a chance?" I want to say no… I really want to say no… but if I say no I fear that I'll just crumble.

Keep your head up, keep your love
Head up, love
Head up, love
Head up, love
Head up, love

I pull away from Jace and a part of me sighs when I look into his flawless eyes. "You understand that if I say yes… you will have to work hard… like HARD."

His eyes light up a bit and he nods his head, "Yes of course."

I nod and say, "Good luck, you'll need it."

I walk away and I have so many emotions going on inside of me right now that I what I really need is a long bath and a Bradley Cooper marathon. I sit down on one of the chairs seated against the wall and put my hands behind my head and begin to play with a loose strand on my beanie.

I groan when the DJ speaks into the microphone once again. "Hello, hello, it is 8:00 which means it's karaoke hour! We have some people signed up already so let's go for the first signer um… Clary Fray."

My eyes shoot open and I see a bunch of people starring at me. I look over and see Sebastian and Seelie laughing and staring at me so I don't really have to wonder who signed me up. Well… it's not like I haven't played in front of a crowd before… even if this one may be a bit bigger.

I walk on stage and tell the DJ a song that I think I would like to sing. "Um… do you have addicted to love?" The guy nods and the music begins playing. I stare into the eager eyes of all those people who are just waiting for me to mess up so they can laugh and I refuse to let that happen.

The lights are on, but you're not home
Your mind is not your own
Your heart sweats, your body shakes
Another kiss is what it takes

You can't sleep, you can't eat
There's no doubt, you're in deep
Your throat is tight, you can't breathe
Another kiss is all you need

Whoa, you like to think that you're immune to the stuff, oh Yeah
It's closer to the truth to say you can't get enough,
You know you're gonna have to face it, you're addicted to love

You see the signs, but you can't read
You're running at a different speed
Your heart beats in double time
Another kiss and you'll be mine,

A one-track mind, you can't be saved
Oblivion is all you crave
If there's some left for you
You don't mind if you do

Whoa, you like to think that you're immune to the stuff, oh Yeah
It's closer to the truth to say you can't get enough,
You know you're gonna have to face it, you're addicted to love

Might as well face it, you're addicted to love

Your lights are on, but you're not home
Your will is not your own
Your heart sweats your teeth grind
Another kiss and you'll be mine

Whoa, you like to think that you're immune to the stuff, oh Yeah
It's closer to the truth to say you can't get enough,
You know you're gonna have to face it, you're addicted to love

Might as well face it, you're addicted to love

Everyone claps and I just exit without another word. I sigh when I reach the wood floor and a hand comes down on my shoulder. "Very nice song indeed love. In fact, I bet you can do a lot with that little mouth… other than singing."

"Get off me Sebastian!" I yell at him but the music from another karaoke contestant is so loud that no one but Seb hears me.

"Don't be like that love…" he begins winding his arm around my waist and puts his head in the crook of my neck as I continue to struggle.

"Get off of her Sebastian," says another masculine voice and when Seb doesn't do anything, the stranger punches him in the face- hard. Sebastian falls on the floor and I can see the blood flowing freely out of his nose. I turn around to thank my savior but see that it is the one and only Jace Herondale.

"Hey…" I say blankly.

He laughs and says, "I just basically saved you from unwanted affection and you say 'hey?'"

I roll my eyes and grab his hand and walk outside with him. When we are back in the cool air I say, "You know I meant thank you. So… thanks. Sorry I had to bring you out here to say that uh… you should go back in now."

"You know I would follow you anywhere," he says somewhat longingly. "Anyway," he continues, "Aren't you going to go back in?"

I shake my head and say, "No… no I think I've had enough for quite some time. Parties aren't really my ideal forms of entertainment so…" my voice leads away and I begin walking towards to bus stop and I text Izzy and tell her I'm going home.

"Hey!" calls out Jace from behind me. I turn around and see him running towards me. "You don't have a car," he says.

I pinch my eyebrows together and say, "Nice observation."

"No," he continues, "I mean you don't have a car and it's like 40 degrees out here. What kind of friend would I be if I let you walk home like this?"

I roll my eyes and point out, "I said I would give you a chance… I never said that you were my friend. Besides, I'm not walking… I will take the bus to the nearest stop and walk from there. It's no big deal."

He looks at me and says exaggeratedly, "Ugh! Clary just let me take you home!"

I look at him for a moment but then say, "Fine."

A/N: So… how was it?