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Isabelle:
Isabelle knew automatically that Alec hated Clary. Well, if you called hated, jealousy.
She had always known Alec was gay, and it was completely fine with her. She would never tell a soul, after all it wasn't her secret to tell, but she always tried to encourage Alec every time Isabelle saw a guy she thought was cute.
But of all people, Alec had to fall in love with Jace. When Isabelle first heard, she felt a pang in her chest as she knew Jace would never return the feelings Alec had for him. Jace loved him as a brother, but for Alec, he loved him in a very different way.
Alec knew it too, that it could never happen. But that didn't stop him from crushing on Jace. He was also Alec's first love, and considering Jace would never love him back that way, Alec's courage in that area had been wavered.
That's why Izzy knew he didn't like Clary. They both knew that Jace hooks up with a girl, then just leaves. Girls swarm all around him. But the way he looked at Clary, Alec saw it too, was a way he never looked at any other of the girls he had been with. And him and Clary hadn't even had sex yet, which Jace does with girl's the second he meets them.
But what Alec didn't know, was that Isabelle had seen some of Magnus's flirting with him. She had grinned. She had a feeling that Magnus would take Alec out of the closet. And maybe then, he'd warm up to the thought of being gay, and he'd be nicer to Clary.
"Jace! Come on, we need to train!" Izzy turned to see Alec calling towards Jace, who had been making out with some girl at the time.
"Alec! Give it a rest! I'm with a pretty lady here! We'll train later, kay?" Jace had replied, and went back to sucking on the girl's neck. Izzy had seen Alec flush, then look away. Izzy swore she saw a little tear down Alec's cheek.
Isabelle sighed at the memory. This was a long time ago, however, something's just never change.
Alec:
"Hello?"
Alec heard a voice talk into the phone. Magnus's voice. Alec could feel the heat rising in his cheeks.
"Hellooo?" Magnus called out again, and Alec tried to say something, but it came out like a peep. Dammit, Alec, Alec thought to himself, Speak, using words.
But Alec, nervous and panicky, just hung up the phone. Shit! Ugh, why did he do that? It was like the moment he heard Magnus's voice, all hell broke loose inside of him.
"Alec!" Alec heard a voice call. He turned around. It was Jace. He was grinning. "Come on, there is a mission. Gear up!" Jace said, then ran out the door, Alec to follow. Alec couldn't help but blush behind him. But it wasn't as deep as a blush as it used to be, Alec noted. Could he really be getting over Jace?
No. That's impossible. He knew him and Jace could never be a thing, but he just met this Magnus guy. And he was still insanely jealous when they took Clary home. And he still blushed around him, so everything was the same, right?
Wrong. Though Alec would never admit it out loud, he really liked that Magnus Bane guy. Sure, he still preferred Jace, but they had grown up together, it would take him a while to get over him. Magnus had began to grow on him, though.
Alec quickly put on his fighting gear, then grabbed him bow and quiver, and headed out the door, where Izzy, Jace, and, much to Alec's dismay, Clary.
Clary:
Clary screamed. Yeah, that's right, she screamed. She knew shadowhunters weren't supposed to show weakness, yatah yatah. But she couldn't help this one.
Blood poured out of her left leg. The pain was terrible. The stupid demon had gotten her in the leg. Alec was already at the hospital, as the greater demon had injured him and he was unconscious. Clary knew her injury wasn't as bad, but it hurt. Painfully.
"Clary!" Jace screamed, as Izzy killed the last one of the demon's with her whip. Jace rushed towards her, and kneeled down. "Clary, are you okay?" Jace asked her.
"What does it look like?" Clary hissed at him, and he carried, causing her to wince in pain.
"We have to get her back to the Institute," Izzy said, and that's exactly what they did.
Clary's bed was placed right next to Alec's. Her injury was fine now, it was stitched up, but of course her mother, being the woman she is, made her stay in the infirmary for one more night. Jace and Isabelle had agreed with her, much to Clary's dismay.
Jace was sitting next to her, and the chair was right between him and Alec. She had a feeling he would be watching or talking to Alec, but that did not seem like an option, so here he was.
"Hey," Jace said to her, "How you feeling?"
Clary smiled slightly. He was always worried for her. Clary thinks it's sweet, though most people would disagree. "I'm fine," She said, and Jace raised an eyebrow at her. "I am! Really," Clary laughed, then frowned. "It should be Alec you're worrying about,"
Jace frowned, and his eyes saddened. "I am," he said, "Of course I am! He's my brother, my parabatai, I love him. But he's not waking up, and I can't get my hopes up. Things never turn out how their supposed too."
Clary looked next to her, at Alec. He looked horrible. Like the life was being sucked out of him. And the thing that made her feel sick, was that it probably was.
But suddenly, she had an idea. "Don't you need a warlock?" She asked Jace, "To help Alec?"
Jace looked at her, confused. "We already got a warlock, and it hasn't been working."
"No I mean," Clary sat up straight, "What about Magnus Bane? He's the High Warlock of Brooklyn, and a lot more skilled. Plus he knows me, and Isabelle told you and I that Magnus and Alec had already met, so fire message him!"
Jace seemed to be deep in thought. Then, slowly, he began to grin. "Clary! You're brilliant!" He exclaimed, then reached down to her, then stopped himself.
"What?" She asked, "Why'd you do that?"
Jace seemed to be uncomfortable. "Um, no reason," Clary was about to open her mouth to say something but Jace cut her off. "Let's just go get Magnus, alright? Come on."
"Um, Jace?" Clary said, and Jace turned to her. She pointed at her injury. "Leg? Remember?" She said, and Jace face-palmed. "Right, forgot, that was stupid," He said, and Clary would have laughed, but Jace seemed kind of tense. Like he had done something he regretted.
Magnus:
"WHO DARE TO DISTURB THE HIGH WARLOCK OF BROOKLYN?!" Magnus yelled in his most booming voice. Damn, he really loved to do that.
But he did not expect what came next.
"It's Isabelle Lightwood, I was at your party," a female voice said through the machine. Magnus's eyes glittered at the sound of Lightwood, as he thought of Alexander.
Then, a h"And you are?" Magnus gestured towards the blonde, and the blonde said, in the most arrogant voice, "Jace Herondale. And you're Magnus Bane, I presume. Though I'm not sure, you have so much glitter on you I'm pretty sure there is some up your a-,"
Isabelle cut him off, "JACE!" But Magnus had already seen enough. His voice and tone was so much like Will's, that Magnus could tell even if the blonde hadn't said Herondale, that he was a Herondale.
"Heh, Sorry about that, that's my brother for you, arrogant as always," Isabelle said, looking annoyed.
Jace grinned. "I think you mean, super handsome and gorgeous as always," He said, and Magnus rolled his eyes. Yup. Totally related to Will. His sister, however, just ignored him.
"We need your help," Isabelle said, looking at him with pleading eyes. "It's Alec."
Magnus's eyes shot up at this, and Isabelle seemed to notice, but Jace didn't. His mind swirled with thoughts. What happened? Was he okay? He didn't know why he cared this much for a Nephilim, but there was something about the blue-eyed man that intrigued him.
"Look, we know you're very busy, but we will pay you a major amount of money if you help him," Isabelle said to Magnus, "Please, I already lost Max, I'm not gonna lose Alec too."
Magnus looked at her. Did she really think he wouldn't help? He'd rather die than not help them. But he didn't exactly want them to know that.
orrible thought churned inside him. Why wasn't Alec here with them? Had something happened? Was he hurt? But more importantly, why were they here?
Magnus quickly unlocked the door using his magic, and it opened to see Isabelle Lightwood, whom he recognized, but a boy with slick blond hair, and dark golden eyes.
"Alright," Magnus said, "Let's go." These shadowhunters are going to be the death of me.
And that is the end of that chapter! I will write more today. Probably. And I will post the next chapter of my "Clace! College!" story on Wednesday, for those of you who are reading that.
Also, just for the hell of it, I would like to add that next Wednesday's my birthday! Woooo!
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