Okay, guys. So I posted the first chapter for a story last week, and I wasn't certain whether to continue with that one or try this idea. I thought that I would try both. If I continue with this story, it is a little on the darker side. Quite smutty, mentions of substance and alcohol abuse. This was loosely inspired by Red Riding Hood with Amanda Seyfried and Shiloh Fernandez, who is just mouthwatering. Anyway, here's the first chapter. Let me know what you think. I'll see where the reviews take me :)

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters. I do, own all of the mistakes made, which there are probably plenty of.

Clarissa Fray considered herself a good girl. And everyone else seemed to as well.

She got on well with her single mother, Jocelyn Fray, and didn't cause any extra hassle. She wasn't horrible to any of the men that her mother dated, and when she started seeing Luke Garroway on a regular basis, she made an effort to get to know him better.

There were never any complaints from her teachers. Her teachers liked her and she got on well with the other students. Her bestfriend, Simon Lewis, was on the honor roll and she was on the cheerleading squad. She wasn't the best student but she did well and was in the top half of her class.

But there was something about Jace Wayland.

Something that made her want to act not so good.

Jace's father lived across the hall from Clary and he would come to visit during some weekends and holidays from where he lived with his mother in the city over.

When they were seven, a girl down from the lower floor of their apartment building was making fun of Clary for not being able to ride her bike without training wheels. For three straight days, Jace helped her tirelessly learn to ride the bike on her own. As Clary had ridden proudly down the streets, the girl had jumped in front of her, and Clary had got such a fright she had fallen off the bike and scraped her knee. Jace had helped her up and then stormed after the girl. He had grabbed her around the upper arm, squeezing it so tightly it would leave bruises and called her names that Clary hadn't dared to say in her short life.

There had been a definite sense of satisfaction as she had watched the little dark-haired girl run inside, crying.

When she was nine, and Jace was ten, he spent almost a month at his dads. It was New Years, and Clary was watching the New Year celebrations on the TV. Jocelyn had fallen asleep just after eleven, exhausted from her double shift at the hospital. There was a soft knock on the front door at quarter to twelve and Clary had opened it hesitantly. A grin had broken out over the blonde boys and he reached out and grabbed her hand, dragging her down the hallway and to the fire escape. She should have been worried about following a young boy up a dingy stairwell, but she knew that she was safe when she was with Jace. They reached the roof and he had pointed out over the houses and gardens below. Minutes later, fireworks were going off, painting the sky in a hundred different colours. There had been glee written over the childrens faces as they watched. Jace still hadn't let go of her hand and he had tightened his grip on her fingers. Then he had told her that it was tradition to start the year with a kiss. He had pressed his lips to hers quickly, which made her cheeks flame red and nervously giggle.

At fifteen, Clary was becoming much more aware of her surrondings, her innocence slowly slipping. And when Jace started sneaking into her room on the nights he was staying with his dad, she noticed the bruises on his arms and chest. Jace brushed them off, saying that he just wanted to hold her and sleep. She was careful, making sure her mother was on late shifts or coming up with excuses to go to bed early, She loved sleeping next to him, feeling his body against hers and his arms around her. Most of the time he would wake up before her and she would open her eyes to him either laying with his arms hooked behind his neck or sitting in front of her computer. But occasionally, she would wake before him and his body would be curled around her. His morning arousal would be pressed against the curve of her ass and it would make her flush hot and cold all over. She knew it was a normal human reaction, she had taken Sex Ed class, but she had never felt one before. The first couple of times, she had stayed frozen until he had woken up, pretending that she was still asleep. But as months went by, and it became a common occurrence that every weekend Jace was over he would be in her bed, she got a bit braver and wiggled her ass backwards. The harder she moved against him, the tighter his fingers would dig into her hips. And then one time he had bucked against her and murmured her name into her neck. She had felt a rush of heat between her legs that had left her hypersensitive for hours.

She had her first proper boyfriend at sixteen. Jace's visits had been becoming less as the years went by, but they still text or messaged on Facebook a couple times a week. Sometimes three or four months would go by before she saw him for only two nights. She had never really thought about Jace with another girl. She guessed that it happened, she only saw him for maybe a total of three weeks out of a year, but she had never actually put any thought into it. But one day she had logged on and someone had tagged him in a bunch of photos from a party and there was a brunette wrapped around him. They were both completely unaware of the people around them. Something nasty had sparked inside of Clary, and the next day she had accepted Rhys Kensing's insistent invitations to pick her up and take her to one of the after match parties in the weekend. Rhys was good looking a lot of girls were jealous that he had wanted to take her out, but she honestly didn't get that jittery feeling in her stomach that she got with Jace. They dated for a couple of months, fooled around in his room while his parents were out, but nothing more than some over the bra action ever happened. Jace had been waiting for her one night when Rhys had dropped her off, and the boys had glared at each other. Jace had slung an arm possessively over her shoulder and led her inside. When they got to her bedroom, he had looked at her almost angrily, asking her if she really liked the guy. Clary had shrugged and looked at her feet.

Then Jace was across the room, his hands bunching up the fabric of her dress at her waist and his lips were burning over hers. There was nothing similar to the tentative kiss when they had been younger. This made her toes curl and her stomach squeeze so tight that she felt like she was going to explode. His hands released her dress, circling her waist and holding her impossibly close to his body, her soft one molding against his hard one. His lips burned over hers, his tongue invading her mouth and stealing away what little breath she still had. When he pulled away, her lips ached and her body instantly missed his touch. They stared at each other for a long time, breathing heavily. Clary knew that her mouth was swollen and Jace's eyes were like molten gold, scorching every inch of skin they skimmed over.

Needless to say, it was over with Rhys the next day.

When Clary was seventeen, and Jace was eighteen, he stayed at his dads for a week. It was the longest he had stayed since Clary was eleven and Jace was twelve. There was a party for one of her school friends eighteenth birthdays and Jace had agreed to go with her. She had spent a whole week deciding what to wear, but it had been completely worth it when Jace had opened the door and his eyes had flashed wide when taking in the lacy, black number that barely touched her upper thighs. He had wrapped an arm around her wist as they entered the house, and Clary didn't miss the way other girls look at her jealously. Jace had always been good looking, but in the last fie months that she hadn't seen him, he had grown even taller and he had two small hoops hanging from his left ear. He was absolutely gorgeous, in a bad ass kind of way, and Clary felt more than slightly inferior standing at his side. The night wore on, and Clary finished more drinks than she could count. Jace had said something about going outside for a smoke, but half an hour later still hadn't returned. She stumbled outside and stopped short when she saw Jace sitting with a group of people she didn't recognize, a skinny girl with dyed blue hair rubbing against his side. When Jace had seen her, he had shot her his charming smirk that never ceased to make her stomach do flip flops. He held out his hand to her, ignoring the dirty look the blue haired girl was shooting both of them. Clary had walked over uncertainly and had almost tripped over her feet when his hand had closed around her wrist and pulled her onto his lap. He had held up the joint he was smoking between two fingers, encouraging her to take it. Clary had taken it hesitantly and sucked in...She then proceeded to cough until her eyes had watered.

The circle of stoners had laughed—so had Jace, but it was light hearted and his eyes were warm. The others got into some discussion and Jace turned them away, so they were looking out over the yard and away from the party. He whispered in her ear that he was going to try something different. He took the joint from her, taking in a long drag before his free hand came up to cup her jaw gently and draw her in. Jace's lips had met hers and coaxed them open, breathing in a cloud of smoke. Clary inhaled it, holding it in her lungs until Jace pulled away and rested her forehead against hers. They had stayed that way for the rest of the night, outside on the porch, his arm wrapped around her waist and his hand splayed over her bare thigh, sending sparks through all her nerve endings.

Two months after Clary turned eighteen, she lost her virginity to Simon. There were no fireworks or fuzzy feelings, but it was comfortable, and because they were both virgins, they were as inexperienced as each other, so there was no pressure. She hadn't seen Jace in nearly six months and had barely spoken to him. He had called her on her birthday and it had been the highlight of her week. But other than that, texts and messages were sporadic. From what she understood, his mother was sick and he was looking after her. Every now and then, she would fall asleep and dream of a blonde haired, golden eyed boy that made her heart ache and her stomach squeeze, and she would send him a text. He would always reply but sometimes it would take days. School was keeping her busy and she was getting closer to her final exams.

Which brought her to today.

"Mum! Have you seen my other shoe?" Clary asked as she hobbled around the apartment, a heeled shoe on one foot while the other was bare. Her toothbrush was in the corner of her mouth and she was doing up the buttons of her dress as she rushed around the house. It was the morning of her graduation, and as usual, she had overslept. There was a knock at the door as Clary walked past and she groaned. "Mum, can you get the door?"

"You're right next to it!" Jocelyn yelled back from the kitchen.

"But it's probably your boyfriend!" Clary shouted, now in the hallway. She spotted her shoe in the corner and hobbled over, sliding it on and doing up the strap. She stopped by the bathroom to finish her teeth and double check her make up before there was another knock at the door. She groaned under her breath and made her way over to the front door. "Seriously, mum, you need to get Luke his own key—" she yelled over her shoulder and then broke off when she saw who was on the other side of the door. Golden eyes skimmed over her body and a slow, panty-dropper smirk crossed his face.

"Hey, Red," Jace greeted her.

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