Disclaimer: Don't Own the Mortal Instruments (Although owning Jace could be wicked fun….)

A/N: So I decided to do one of those 12 songs, 12 chapters things. It's basically just a bunch of drabbles about our favorite MI characters based of the random songs my iPod can come up with…Here we go

Welcome to My Life –Simple Plan

Alec POV

I kicked a pebble across the street outside of Taki's. Jace had asked me to come and get food. Again. Because he was too busy with Clary. Again. And I agreed. Again. "Have you no backbone, Alec?" I muttered angrily, stepping inside Taki's.

I placed the order and went to take a seat, frowning heavily. Things seemed wrong. Normally Jace and I would have came together. Would have sat right there, right here, in this booth. Would have laughed about the battle that went on last night and complained about lost daggers and torn gear.

But instead I was only, playing with the most recent hole to my favorite sweater, complaining to myself. Laughing about nothing and frowning at everything. Silent, unhappy, wrong.

Ever since Clary came around life has spun out of order. Before my life had order and that's how I liked it. Nothing was ever quite complicated. I fought demons, slept, and ate. Easy. Sure…I loved Jace but he didn't know. Only Isabelle did but she was harmless. Well as harmless as a girl with a whip can be.

I never would have Jace but Jace wasn't going to have anyone so that was ok. If he wasn't mine, he wasn't anyone's.

Then that annoying, short little red-headed girl came around and TADA. Catastrophe. She almost gets Jace killed various time, almost gets me killed various times, changes Jace and takes him away from us all. After she came around Jace was always with her or in his room. Thinking, bothered, worried.

It was like I had disappeared completely. Which sucks royally.

And then…we were told they were siblings and I thought everything would be fixed! Jace couldn't be with Clary and Clary couldn't have him. They would be like Isabelle and me. Loving each other in a sibling-like manor, annoying each other to death but saving them from the ones who wanted to put each other under a grave stone like Izzy and I did.

But I was wrong. Oh boy was I wrong.

Jace just disappeared even more, was crankier, upset, ruder than usual. Even to me. His brother in war. Never was Jace that mean to me.

I scowled. Such a whiner I am! I scolded myself mentally. This is just wrong. And I could only think of one source. Clary.

The girl who was probably sweating over Jace at the institute right now. An image flashed in my head and I was quick to shake it. No, no, no. Not like that. Training. With blades and full body gear on.

Images of Clary smiling shyly to me this morning as she ran hurriedly to her practice which she was late for in shorts and a tank top flashed. Okay, maybe not full gear. But whatever. Clothes. She had clothes on.

And now she wasn't Jace's sister. The only shared blood was the blood of an Angel between them. And now they were always together, always touching. Hands clasped, silent lips locked, Jace mindlessly rubbing circles in her back after practice as she sat slumped over a textbook, biting her lip unconsciously.

I growled, shaking my head harder. Stop this Alec. It's got to be one of the highest forms of torture, especially to do it to yourself. I hurried and grabbed the order, nodding to the waitress that at one point in time Jace held some interest in.

Now all he saw was Clary.

I let the door clip my hurt shoulder, the one I had hurt in a battle the night before, not even letting myself wince. The hot sensation of pain shook me back into reality. Once I reached the Institute, Church lead me to Jace.

Of course he was in the training room. And of course his little fiery headed warrior was in there, panting, gripping a practice blade. And of course Jace had an arm wrapped around her waist, whispering in her ear. Neither of them noticed me.

Jealousy and pitiful anger raised high in my throat and I cleared, getting their attention. The both looked up at the same time. Clary blushed and Jace just smiled. "Ah. Food. Thanks Alec. You can leave it on the table. Clary and I will grab it in a sec." he said, obviously hitting at me leaving again. I grinded my teeth, turning my back on them so I could put the bag on the table. Behind me I could hear the low whispers of Jace saying something to Clary, the smile evident in his voice. She giggled.

"Thanks Alec." She said, still giggling and panting. I grunted, nodding as I left, stomping angrily away. "Alec!" Clary called and I almost didn't turn around. She was chasing after me, brushing the plastered hair off her face. "Yeah?" I asked her. "Magnus called. He wants you to call him back…You left your phone by accident in the training room." She said, giving me a shaky smile. I tried to smile back as she handed me the phone but it barely even curled my lips.

"Thanks." I said, retreating to go call Magnus. At least someone loved me.