Wrong Way

Chapter One: Undone

If you want to destroy my sweater
Hold this thread as I walk away,
Watch me unravel,
I'll soon be naked Lying on the floor (lying on the floor)
I've come undone
Undone (The Sweater Song) by Weezer

Shaking fingers clutched her face roughly before slowly, gently, gliding down her sides. The further down they went the more her stomach curled into a thick wad of fright and disgust. Clary tried not to look. She strained her neck further up the pillow in order to stop her head from tilting down. And it worked. That is, until her betraying eyes slowly looked down out of curiosity.

He had begun unbuttoning her jeans. Thankfully, his head had tilted down to gaze at the button so she was unable to be caught up in his gaze. Thick black strands fell into his eyes while he slid the jeans off of her body. His large, pale hands ran down and up her legs as he brought the pants down and off of her and made his way back up to the area of interest. He licked his lip. He licked his lip. Her small hands curled into fists as she tried to keep her arms to her side. She had to let him do this to her and she most certainly couldn't go back now.

Desperately trying to gulp down the large lump in her throat, she whimpered. Hearing this, the boy looked up and smiled. As his lips curled upwards, his eyes narrowed and a greedy look took over. Clary's eyes widened. She tried to force herself to look down, look away, and look anywhere else. She tried so hard, but she couldn't even blink.

It felt like hours before he looked back down at her body. Leaning down to pick at the edge of her underwear, his smile widened.

"This is your first time isn't it," he asked gruffly. Fortunately, he didn't look back up at Clary as she talked, but instead tugged on her panties.

"No." It was.

He chuckled, "You're lying."

He got up off of her to take his everything off. Clary squeezed her eyes shut so she wouldn't have to look at it. She heard his quiet laughter again before feeling the bed dip beneath her. Feeling him crawl up onto her, she opened one eye to take a peek.

Black hair fell into her face and tickled her cheeks. He glanced at her before smirking. Suddenly she was pushed into the bed and a strange rush of pain came upon her.

A small squeak of a scream escaped her. Quickly, she bit her lip to stop from making any sort of noise other than shy whimpers.

Her lips weren't the only things left bleeding that night.

Two Years Later

The long sleeves of Clary's large tan sweater engulfed her pale arms. The fuzzy wool itched across her cheek as she pulled a frizzy curl out of her eyes. The sweater was Clary's favorite. It consumed her torso and bunched up at the edge of her jeans which left Clary feeling secure and unexposed. Having such a feeling made her day; she never did feel this way often.

"Clary! Come on! We're leaving now- with or without you!"

Her eyes widened and suddenly she flew off of her bed and was down the stairs to where her brother was. Her brother, Jonathan, was something else. Clary loved him, but over the past few years, he had changed. He had become, well, a teenage boy. Raging hormones and all. Clary, who was a seemingly innocent fifteen year old, did not understand why he was this way. Sure, she had those thoughts sometimes too, but he just never stopped having them and, quite frankly, this disgusted Clary. It reminded her of every other boy and she did not want her brother to be just like them.

She found Jonathan sitting at the kitchen table with his girlfriend, Kaelie, sitting in his lap. They were kissing. And Jonathan had a very noticeable hard-on. Clary cringed and looked away.

"Uh… Jon? Does dad know she's here," Clary practically whispered. On the outside, she was constantly timid, even around her family, but on the inside she had some spite. Well, at least that's what Clary liked to think.

She glanced at Kaelie saw that she was currently glaring at her, most likely for interrupting there, uh, 'good time'. Clary looked down, blushing. As her hair fell into her face, she quickly looked up to see that Jon and Kaelie had stood up to grab their stuff. She exhaled heavily, glad they were no longer paying close attention to her. Those two made her nervous.

"Hey Freckle-Freak! You comin' or what!?"

Rolling her eyes at Kaelie's usual complaint, she headed out to the Jon's car.

Just like most teenagers, Clary hated school, perhaps even more than most. She had no friends and got picked on constantly. She didn't really understand why since she rarely even said anything- she should be considered invisible, right? Unfortunately for Clary, that was not how high school worked. It didn't matter who you were, who you talked to, or even if you talked at all- you still got picked on somehow. Unless, of course, you were popular or were the ones picking on the other kids.

This angered Clary. What made them so special? They were all just a bunch of stupid children that had absolutely nothing going for them. All they did was take out their anger and sadness out on innocent people. Clary never did that to them- or to anyone for that matter. When were they suddenly granted the permission to do whatever the hell they wanted? She rolled her eyes to herself.

She made it to first period without, surprisingly, any run-ins with her bullies. This had been a fabulous start to her school day! Sitting in her seat in the back, Clary smiled.

Until he came in.

Her smile slid off of her face like a bar of slippery soap. He was beautiful. His facial structure, the tousled golden curls that fell into his gorgeous gold eyes, his lean yet muscular body, his height, his everything was absolutely breath-taking. He was an artist's dream. Her fingers twitched to draw, paint, or do something to get this artistic energy out of her head and onto paper.

Then he came and sat next to her.

Clary choked and nearly coughed out a lung. Out of the corner of her eye, the golden angel observed her with curious, yet worried eyes. After a minute or so of coughing, a gentle hand came to rest on her back over her bra strap, which made Clary shiver slightly, and another hand held water out to her. She gratefully took the bottle from his large hand and forced down a few gulps. The coughing stopped except for the occasional clearing of her throat. She turned to thank the angelic boy, but was left speechless. He was even more gorgeous up close.

He chuckled. "Have I stunned you into silence with my charming looks, Annie?"

Her nose wrinkled in disgust. "Annie? For your information, my name is Clary and I most certainly not a little redheaded ex-orphan with a super rich and bald dad."

Grinning he snagged a piece of her hair between his fingers and toyed with it. Clary practically melted at his smile.

"I don't know. You seem very much like a little redheaded girl to me."

She huffed. "Maybe so, but my name isn't Annie."

"Well, I know that," he dropped the curl and it fell delicately onto her cheek, "now."

During the entire class, Clary held her breath. Every move Jace (she found out his name during roll-call) made, she would gasp quietly and move away from him. He stared at her strangely quite a few times, but stopped after a while.

After class, he came up to her and asked her on a date. Was he joking with her? Clary froze on the spot. No one had ever wanted her before, what made him different? Plus, he was an absolute beauty and, well, Clary found herself to be below average.

"Well, are you going to say anything, Annie?"

Jace was only trying to see what she would say. He loved to rise reactions out of people and Clary was one of his victims today. To his surprise, she didn't give him the reaction he wanted.

She glared, "No."

Jace looked genuinely taken aback. "No? But every girl says yes to Jace Herondale. Surely you are mistaken? Or maybe you're sick," he place a hand on her head, "Yep, we definitely need to get you to the nurse-"

Rolling her eyes, she moved his hand from her head. "I'm not sick and I said no because I have no time to date, I don't even know you, and, quite frankly, I don't even think you want to go on a date with me. I'm sure one of Kaelie's minions will want to, though. Good luck."

She pushed past Jace and went on with her day. Jace stood in that same place in shock for a good two minutes before smiling and moving on.

"Clarissa, we will be having important business people over tonight. Dress nice."

Clary gulped upon hearing these words from her father's mouth. Valentine Morgenstern had a very important business and every time people came over, she became very easily frightened. She certainly had reason to be too.

She put on the usual attire and make up for these types of meetings. Red lipstick, cake-y foundation, smoky eye shadow, a short dress, heels- basically everything she hated wearing. She always felt so exposed and slutty when she was forced to look this way. So… uncomfortable. Clary liked to think she was used to the discomfort, and sometimes she almost was, but not under any circumstances would she be used to the overwhelming anxiety that came after the meeting.

After getting gussied up she walked slowly to the dining room. Each step she took made her more and more nervous. More and more terrified.

Please don't let it be him. Please don't let it be him. Please don't let it be him.

Clary chanted this in her head over and over again as she came to the entrance of the dining room. When she came inside, she froze.

The black eyes and hair were all too familiar. His sinister smirk crawled across his face as he noticed Clary. His pointed features made the smile creepier, if that was even possible. One of his large pale hands swept his dark hair out of his eyes and when she met those very eyes with her own, she could only see one thing.

Lust.

Just like that night two years ago and just like every night she saw him.

"Ah, Clarissa. Come sit," her father interrupted their incessant gaze.

She nodded and followed her father's orders. Clary noticeably gulped to which Sebastian's smile grew wider. There was no escaping him now. The job was basically done.

The job had already been done. Too many times.

Hello, readers. I hope you enjoyed this and will continue to come back for more. I will update every one to two weeks. Sorry for such a long wait, but I don't want give you guys any piece of shit chapters.

Explanation for Song Featured: In the song Undone, the singer has this monotone type of thing going on which reminds me of someone that is just trying to keep going and is slightly distracted. Clary is the exact definition of this. If you hadn't noticed, which I really hope you have or I may just have to deem you mentally retarded (no offense to the mentally retarded), Clary has gone through some tough stuff and it's about to get a lot worse. She continually goes through her life because she knows she has to (you'll find out why soon). Also she has been forced to come "undone" way too many times. I added the sweater part just to fit the song. :)

Disclaimer: I do not own The Mortal Instruments Series or any of its characters (Cassandra Clare), the song Undone (Weezer), or the song Wrong Way (Sublime). They all rightfully belong to their owners However, I do own my ideas and this story. Do me the honor and do NOT copy, translate, edit, or use my words in ANY way. That, ladies and gentlemen, is called plagiarism. Did you know plagiarism is illegal? Yeah it is. So don't do it. Not only is it illegal, but it is extremely rude and uncreative.

Reviews are much appreciated. :)

Keep on rocking,

Autumn