AN: Hey guys so here is the second chapter of enchanted. I am sooooo sorry for the long wait, I have just been super busy with school.

So this was originally longer, but I decided to cut it into two short chapters because I really wanted to update today but I don't think I will get it done by a reasonable time today. The next chapter will most likely be up by this next weekend, but that might change because I am going to Seattle.

Also in some of the reviews you guys mentioned the POV switches were not clear and I am so sorry for that. I my word doc it was fine but when it transferred over to it got messed up but this time I think it should be good.

But anyway, thank you guys so much for the reviews and the likes and really everything, it means a lot to me so thank you.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters

Song: Enchanted by Taylor Swift

A Dance Between the Two

When Jon left me to go talk to other people, I decided to go get some more punch and not look completely lost. I started to think about Izzy and how excited Simon would be when he sees the looks of my roommate. Thinking of good looks my mind goes to the golden eyed guy. I can't seem to get him out of my mind. I grab my drink and turn around to watch the people around the room, a good number of people are dancing and a good many more sitting at tables or standing around the room talking. Something catches my eye across the room and I see his silhouette making its way to me.

As he reaches me, the playful conversation starts when he says, "Are you scanning the room to find someone or are you looking for a handsome dancing partner?"

I look up at him when his piercing gold eyes meet mine. I am taken back, but don't want to let it show so I reply, "The former, but I could possibly be persuaded for the latter."

A smirk appears on his face. "Well may have the honor?" he raises his eyebrows at me waiting for my answer.

I don't know why but the next words out of my mouth are, "I thought the key word was handsome." It was a lie, a complete and total lie. With his golden eyes and hair, strong build that filled out his suit almost too well, and the beautiful lips that were currently in a in a sly grin letting me know that what I said was a lie.

"Well because of that pathetic attempt of a lie, now you have to dance with me."

"And if I still refuse?" I counter his quick remark.

"You won't," his grin getting even cockier.

"And how do you know that?" I say trying to keep my voice even as he steps closer, leaving only a couple inches between us.

He bends down and whispers in my ear, "because I know that you know it was a lie." He doesn't wait for an answer before he grabs my hand and leads me onto the dance floor.

When we reach it the song changes into something slow. I think he is going to change his mind when he hears the song, but instead he brings me closer and rests his hands on my hips. I bring my hands up and clasp them around his neck. Being this close to him makes it obvious just how much taller he is then me. He is almost a foot taller than me and that is when I am in 3" heels.

"Fair warning, I am not one much for dancing so I kind of suck," I say knowing I will probably step on his toes.

"Just fallow my lead and you will be great," he continues saying, "So are you new here? I haven't seen you around before?"

"Yah, I am transferring into senior year, high school obviously. What year are you in?"

"Senior as well. So why did you choose to come to this lovely school?"

"I moved here to be closer to my brother and to see him more."

"That's cool. Who is your brother?"

"Jonathan Morgenstern, he is a freshman," I say giving him a look that asks, 'do you know him?'

He lets out a sarcastic laugh, "Oh yah, I know him."

"You two don't get along very well do you?"

"Yah not in the slightest. Your really his sister, you seem so much nicer," he says with a smile ghosting his lips.

"If you want me to like you, I highly suggest not insulting my brother. So why don't you like him anyways?"

"Well he and I were competing for team captain last year and he got it. Then at practice he made my life a living hell.

I laugh a little bit and say, "Sounds like Jon. I am guessing though that this took a big blow to your ego?"

"First of all, you only met me today. How would you know anything about my ego? And second, it didn't because he only got the spot because of senior pity."

"Wow cocky much." I shake my head in disbelief.

"Maybe," he says. Then he continues with a smirk, "But rightly so."

We dance in a comfortable silence; our bodies close together. He spins me a couple times and its then when I realize the song playing.

I didn't know I was smiling until he asks, "What are you smiling about?"

"I just noticed the song is Enchanted by Taylor Swift; it's my favorite song.

He smiles and says, "It's one of mine too."

It then dawns upon me, "And this song just happens to randomly switch on when we step onto the dance floor?"

"Not randomly" he states. "I have had my eyes on you all night, just waiting for the chance to ask you to dance." I didn't know it was possible, but he pulls me closer to him.

I tilt my head back to look at his beautiful face that I know will haunt my dreams until I see him again. He leans his head in slightly, so there is only about two inches between our lips. I want to kiss him, I want to do it so badly, but instead when the song ends I say in a near inaudible voice "Thank you for the dance."

Getting the hint, he leans away and says with a small smile "It was a pleasure."

As I turn to leave, he grabs my hand and says, "Wait I didn't get your name."

"Clary," I reply

"Jace, uh Jace Herondale," he says.

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I couldn't help but feel disappointed as she rejects my kiss. After she thanks me for the dance, she turns to leave. I realize I still didn't know her name because Izzy decided not to tell me anything about her.

I grab her had and spin her back to face me, "Wait I didn't get your name."

"Clary," she replies.

"Jace, uh Jace Herondale," I say stumbling over my own name.

She only gives a short nod in return and starts to walk away again. I can't help but watch her leave when it strikes me, I really don't want her to go.

"Clary," I run after her. She gives me a questioning look as I reach her. "Don't go," I say. "I want to stay with you and not have to go back to my friends and the other boring people who want to be more than friends."

"Jace I don't-" she starts.

"I promise I don't expect anything. Just the chance to get to know you better."

"Okay Herondale, I'll make you a deal. You take to your favorite hamburger place in New York and I will stay with you."

I laugh at the odd request and say, "I know just the place.

"Be warned though Jace. I will judge you so hard on what you think are good fries and milkshakes."

"Oh, trust me you will love this place."

"Ok then. Meet me by the coat room. I have to go find my brother and let him know I am leaving."

It's only a couple of minutes of waiting until she arrives at the coat room. She get her coat and then follows me to where my car is parked.

As we reach it Clary says, "That is your car?" amazement evident in her voice.

"Yah, it is." I look at my green 1967 Jaguar convertible.

"You drive this to school? Aren't you worried about someone trying to steal it or some drunk idiots ruining it?" she asks.

"Ya I don't take it to school, mainly because my mom won't let me. So, I use my grandmas old 1965 Ford F-100 blue truck."

"You really like old cars, don't you?"

"Ya, now hop in so you can eat these amazing burgers."