Chapter 1

Another two shot that I will continue if requested. Bind dating is all fun and games until you end up on a date with the boy that humiliated you in high school, and just so happens to be your brother's best friend now. College life with our favorite characters.

Characters belong to Cassie Clare

This story will be Rated M, this is your only warning.

Clary POV

My boobs aren't that big, by ass isn't that fun to look at, and my face isn't that pretty. I look in the mirror and see the girl that I used to be, afraid. It's been years since I have had to deal with the people from high school but I feel the effects every day.

Let me just tell you about this the right way.

"Just go tell him, Clary," Izzy said pushing me to the front door of Sebastian Verlac's house. "You look hot, you'll do fine. I'll be right behind you the entire time."

"I need a drink first, or three," I said stumbling a bit trying to keep up with her. She has me in a minidress and thigh high boots. If only my parents saw me right now I am sure I would be grounded for life.

We took our shots from the bartender and I focused on Izzy. "On three," she said putting her hand to the first glass. I did the same.

When she got to three, we took our shots in unison. The liquid burned like shit and I thought for a second that the third shot was coming back up. I was impressed with myself when it didn't.

"Feel better?" she asked me and I nodded.

I let her take me to the dance floor and lead us in a dance that could get us arrested. I saw the way people were looking at us. It felt amazing to be looked at like I belonged, like I was needed there for the world to turn properly. She swung her hips as I twirled, I didn't know I was falling until someone caught me. A few people gasped but I couldn't see with my eyes closed.

"I didn't mean to trip you, Clary," Izzy said giggling like a goon.

I finally opened my eyes and saw Jace's face right in front of mine. My heart stopped and my breath caught like those cheesy ass romantic movies, totally cliché.

His lips moved but I couldn't hear what he was saying. He was looking at me, really looking at me, and it turned my insides out.

Before I could think it through, I pushed myself and kissed him. He tasted like honey and cigarettes. Intoxicating. Beautiful. And also, totally sober.

I snapped myself into the world again and saw his eyes wide and his mouth turned into a teasing grin.

"Did you mean to do that or was it the alcohol talking?" he said stretching his arms out to steady me on my feet.

"What?" I asked trying to catch on to what he was implying. Was he saying what I think he's saying?

"It's not a good idea to go around kissing people, Clarissa," he said more harshly this time. "Your brother might get the wrong idea."

"What?" I said again, this time leaning against Izzy for support.

"You're an asshole Jace," Izzy said matching his tone. I turned myself around and saw a dozen faces laughing at me from the dance floor. Most of them girls that have been trying to get in his pants for years.

"We're not even that drunk," I heard Izzy say but I feel like I'm going to pass out.

"Let me take you back home, Izzy," I heard Jace say but she stumbled into me again. I caught myself this time but I saw Jon's eyes on me from the bar. He looked furious.

I felt my eyes watering and I crossed my fingers at my waist. It's always been our secret message for help in case one of us couldn't speak. Only three people in the world knew about our secret message. He looked at my hand and back at my eyes and put his cup down, almost missing the counter top in his haste.

I took a step forward but I had to focus more on not letting my tears fall. I looked up at the lights and again at all the people staring at me and I almost lost it again.

"Why would I ever do that," I heard again from behind me and I realized it was Jace.

"I can't believe you," I heard Izzy say but I was starting to lose all control.

"She's not-," I heard his voice again but I let my eyes close and my hands clung to my ears. I can't do this right now. This isn't happening.

"Jon, get your sister home," I heard Jace again but his voice was cut off by a rather murderous glare from Jon.

The last thing I saw from that party was Izzy following behind us. Then Jace being pulled aside by a blonde who had her lips on his.

By Monday morning, everyone knew that I tried to kiss him. I could easily blame it on the drinks because no one knew that we only had three, we weren't even drunk. I told Jon later that night that I didn't need anything because I wasn't drunk but that only made him angrier for some reason.

I ignored the stares and the chatter for the rest of the year. It wasn't easy but I had my own friends that I relied on.

I never looked at Jace again.

Jon and Jace are still best friends but they go to another college and barely even see Jon on the weekends we go home. We text all the time but he's always been careful not to mention Jace or their extracurricular activities.

I don't think I could handle to hear about that still.

"Will you get out of the bathroom and join us," I heard Izzy knocking on the bathroom door.

"If you're doing what I think you're doing I will come through this door," she threatened again.

"I'm not," I said a minute later but the lock on the door was already picked.

I looked at her sequined tank top and her long legs and perfect hair. I never understood how girls like Izzy got so lucky when puberty hit them.

I looked in the mirror again but she was already right next to me. She put hers hands on my rolled-up tank top and pushed it back down so I couldn't look at myself anymore.

"You are perfect, Hun," she reminded me. "Just the way you are."

I feel like she says these words every single day to me, and she probably does.

I haven't looked at myself the same since that happened my senior year. Everyone had something to say about me. She's not even that pretty, her hair is stupid, her boobs are too small for him, she's so short.

"Maybe if I had your confidence, I might actually start believing you," I said staring at our reflections.

"It's been two years," she said pushing us from my bathroom. "It'll get better."

"How is that?" I asked trying to sound like a smart ass.

"Social media," she answered. "There's this thing called Tinder, now."