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I sat in the limo as it drove down the lamp-lit road. Various girls screamed and chattered around me. My ears caught snippets like "He's so hot." or "I would do Jace Wayland any day." but I wasn't a part of the fan girl club. My phone buzzed in my pocket.
Are you ready to be a bachelorette?
I huffed and rolled my eyes. Some best friend. He knew I hated the label.
Why do you want me here anyways? Its not like I'm going to 'vie for the heart' of my best friend.
I've already explained! I just want you here as one, my best friend (even though none of the other girls would know), and I need an inside spy. You've been by best friend since, what, birth? You owe me for sticking with you this long.
I raised my eyebrows at the last text, letting out a soft chuckle. Yeah, right, owed him.
Riiiiight. I owe you. Suure. It's not like I'm leaving my entire life in New York behind to fly to LA and act like I'm finding love for an ultimate goal of what? Acclaiming 'spy status' in your eyes?
Exactly :) Love ya, Fray! See you soon! Gotta go! Remember, we've never met!
Yeah, yeah. Love ya too, Wayland.
I put my phone on sleep and slipped it back into my purse, the girls around me unaware of my conversation with the man that they would soon be competing to marry. Yes, I flew all the way to California so that I could fake date the guy that's been my best friend since, well... birth (literally, our parents were friends, and we were born about a month apart).
He had made the compelling argument that I would go crazy with no one to play Dead or Alive with. I had countered that Simon would play me, to which he shot back that Simon would be too wrapped up in Izzy. So here I am.
"Hey," The girl that sat next to me poked me on the shoulder, and I turned from looking out the window to face her. She had an Asian build, with an angular face, brown eyes, and hair as black as Isabelle's.
"I'm Aline," she continued, "What's your name?" I plastered on a smile, hoping to god that she wasn't like the other squealing girls in the car.
"I'm Clary." I shook her outstretched hand, and shook it. She leaned closer to whisper in my ear.
"Is it just me, or do some of those girls seem a little... psycho?" she asked, turning my fake smile into a real one.
"No," I whispered back, "It's not just you, I feel like my ears are gonna blast at any moment."
"I swear to god, if I have to hear Ohmigod, Jace Wayland without his shirt on is, like, heaven one more time, I'll kill someone!" She turned away from me to glare at the others.
As if on cue, one of the girls shouted, "Ohmigod, Jace Wayland without his shirt on is, like, heaven!" Aline and I turned to each other and burst out laughing. I wondered if what the other limos were like, along with the girls in them, seeing as I had only been in this one.
The limo slowed to a stop, and Aline subconsciously gripped my shoulder. I could tell that, even though she may deny it, she was just as nervous as the rest of the girls. My heart pounded in my chest, but not for the same reason as everyone else. I wasn't anticipating meeting Jace, I was terrified that I would be on national TV.
I know we had done the interview, but this was different. From the second I stepped out of the limo on, the cameras would be everywhere. They would see me relax, draw, eat, hell, for all I know, they could be watching me sleep, too.
I hush had fallen over us all, and I found myself holding onto Aline. Suddenly, a voice crackled over the speakers.
"Kailie Blue, you're up." it announced, and Kailie (I'm assuming) stepped out of the door as it opened for her. The rest of us found ourselves staring at the window.
"That's him!" Some whisper-yelled, as if he would actually be able to hear them if they spoke too loud. I didn't see anything too impressive. I just saw my best friend. Blonde, curly hair, piercing golden eyes, tall, muscular build. But something felt different, because when I looked at him, I felt a weird fluttering deep inside me, and my breath caught.
Wait, fluttering?! What the hell was wrong with me? I glanced around, as if I could somehow spot the source of that weird feeling, then shook my head, dismissing it quickly. I resumed trying to asses him, but it was hard, seeing as Kailie blocked most of my view, and all I could see was his head. I sighed and sat down, turning my back on the window.
Soon, Kailie's turn was up, and, one by one, the girls went out, until I was the last one left. I had also been told that I was the last one of the night, so, therefore, I was the closing impression. I was sure my jackass of a friend planned it, but there was nothing I could do.
"Clary Fray." The voice cued, and I took a deep breath, I was ready. The door opened, and I stepped unsteadily onto the pavement, trying to move gracefully in my current attire. It was hard, seeing as I had only worn a dress and heels a total of about six times in my 22 year life.
The second I saw Jace, my eyes grew wide. Just like I never wore a dress, he never wore a suit. And he. Looked. Good. I bit my lip as my eyes met his, only to find him with the same expression as me.
"Wow." I swear I heard him say. I walked forwards slowly, the soft breeze blowing the silky fabric of the dress. I finally came to a stop in front of Jace, my forehead only meeting his eyes. At least it was an improvement from only meeting his nose.
"I'm Jace," he used the tone that he always used on girls that he wanted to get in bed (For the benefit of the camera, I'm assuming), but his words still cascaded over me, making me shiver. Wait, what the holy hell? Did someone slip something into my drink? Why was he all of a sudden having such an effect on me? I brushed it off yet again.
"Clary, Clary Fray," I smiled up at him. The realization that the other girls had done something extra seemed to strike us both at the same time. I hadn't planned anything, seeing as it was Jace I was "meeting", but now I realized that we couldn't have our usual banter, knowing we weren't supposed to have even met in passing before. I took the opportunity to scan him one more time, and that was when my eyes caught on it. His damn tie was messed up.
"You don't wear suits much, do you?" I asked, knowing the answer full and well.
"Uh, no." He looked confused, "Why?"
"Tilt your head up," I commanded, and he did so without complaint. I stepped closer, undoing the tie, then redoing the knot the correct way.
"Thanks, Fr- Clary." He grinned sheepishly at the almost slip-up.
"No problem." I assured him, voice surprisingly softer than my usual tone, "Am I the last one."
"Yep." his lips fell into the guarded smirk that everyone, except for his true friends, was used to, "Shall we go inside?" His voice returned to the goofy tone that was reserved for the people he was close to.
"We shall!" I replied, smiling like an idiot. We started towards the mansion. He pressed his hand into the small of my back, and I know it was only to guide me, but it seemed to twist my insides. My steps faltered as I realized what was happening to me. I had a freaking crush on my best friend.
I hope you guys like the first chapter! No, before you ask, Aline is not horrible in the story. I have a question for all of you Mortal Instruments followers:
What would you change about TMI (the movie) if you could?
PS: As for the Clace part... well we'll just have to see what happens! :) Until next time!
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