My brain sucks, therefore I cannot be the owner of both PJO and TMI. Who do you think I am? TMI belongs to Cassie Clare, and PJO belongs to Rick Riordran.
"So...you're telling me that you hung out with a mundie? Clarissa, you know better." He glared at me, the golden pupils seeing straight through me like crystal balls. Part of me wanted to shrink back and apologize, yet I knew that I can't. After all, he's my trainer. Something like, "quia opus virtutis est ingenium non fortitudo. nec unquam in acie pertimuerit ostendens omnino simplex, magis quam desperationis"
That probably was wrong. I never was good at Latin.
"Hey!" I complained. "In my defense, she was really nice. And kinda knocked me down to the floor. But that's not the point."
He gripped the edge of the chair forcefully. "And she-a mundane, knocked you, a Shadowhunter trained by myself, down to the floor? A muddy one. Ick. You also didn't tell me that you were going out. And don't tell me that you were daydreaming, or she was daydreaming, or-"
"You're rambling," I chimed. "You should stop."
He groaned and facepalmed, hard. "That's very helpful." He started to laugh, out of pain or anger I don't know.
Just to annoy him, I smiled and nodded. "Yes. It was. You ramble too much. Are you aware? I hope so. Also, you have glitter on your cheek."
Making him blush is an amazing hobby. He turns all red, his cheeks go puffy, and he basically looks like a really buff blond tomato.
As if someone was mirroring my thoughts, a voice came from the door. "You look like a tomato."
I flipped around, excited. "Magnus! Did you have fun with Alec?"I hope so, anyways-"
Jace gave a low cough. "Bane."
"I would wish that you would stop calling me that. I am fully aware that I am magnificent and all, yet calling be 'Master Bane' is a little excessive, don't you think?"
"Really? Your modesty shocks me. Don't you address yourself as ' The Magnificent High Warlock?' "
Magnus glared. "Excuse me?"
"You as well, great grandpa. How was it? Did you choke? I think you have a stain."
"Boys. Quit it. Now." I growled. Surely this isn't important, and Alec would be quite embarrassed. "I haven't finished."
"You're younger than me, Clary. Who are you talking to? I'm your trainer."
"What haven't you finished, Biscuit? Please don't tell me it's homework from again. Thirteen ways on how to handle a seraph blade with a injured arm, leg, and splintered other is not my strong suit. Listening to Selena Gomez on a Tuesday, though, I can relate two. It's satisfactory. Revival was an amazing comeback."
"No, Morgan. Not that. Besides, we are way past that. I just taught her 14 ways to kill someone with a toothpick as well." He chugged his water down,which, already foreshadowed as a bad decision.
Magnus whistled. "My name isn't Morgan. And Shadowhunter training is over-complex. Whats next? How to knock someone out for twelve hours with Stephanie Meyer's Breaking Dawn?"
"To be fair, Twilight wasn't half bad." Isabelle came in with her typical outfit. Black on black on black on black.
Alec walked in with incredulity. "Isabelle. Did I just hear you say that Twilight was acceptable? What's going on?" I nodded gravely.
"Your sister has betrayed you. Marry Magnus immediately and run away. Hashtag Malec."
"Back to the story." Jace demanded, staring out the window. The sun was setting fast, making his golden hair glint red. "This stupid Malex talk is not relevant to me."
I was appalled. "Excuse me? Malex? The hell is that? Your saying it wrong! It's MalEc, not MaleX. And maybe it's not relevant to you, but you're just pissed that you're still single and don't have freaking girlfriend. Plus, Kaeli didn't even have good taste."
Isabelle looked up. "She's right, you know. She wore a lime green turtleneck! That clashes TREMENDOUSLY with her hair. Ugh. It's horrid." She shuddered.
"Story."
"I thought you were against the story?"
"Just...get to the point." He growled.
Isabelle snickered. "You two make me lovesick. Are you done yet? If not, get a room." She examined a perfectly manicured nail, yet pulling out a glass nail file anyways.
"Anyways. All I was trying to say was that the heels of death caused me to trip over-no, I couldn't get back and control my footing like paragraph 7 of lesson 67 because, heels of death, Isabelle - and a mundane girl was there who also bumped into me and knocked me over. Therefore, she carried my bags for me to the gallery-yes I protested, and don't interrupt - so then Jace called and I had to leave."
They all stared at me before finally breaking the silence.
"The point is?" Alec said, confused. He tossed the water bottle at Jace who took a swig. Magnus frowned, while Isabelle blew nail shavings all over us. I coughed and glared as I picked a piece out of my hair.
"Biscuit, I don't see what the problem." Magnus said lightly.
I crossed my legs. "Who said I was done? The girl could see through my glamour, Magnus. Even faeries can't see my glamours, yet she saw past my glamour. A mundane."
Jace's eyes widened and spat the water, spraying me with the liquid. He choked, and Alec started slamming him on the back.
Isabelle stared. "But even the Silent Brothers had to be taught to see through them. This is serious, Clary. You didn't kill her?"
"Uh, Isabelle! You can't just ask someone why they didn't kill that other someone!" Magnus exclaimed, shaking his head.
Alec had an expression that was able to, well, kill. "Mean Girls. Really?"
Just then, Chairman came in prowling and nudging my foot. He clawed at me as he stared up, as if demanding food. I stared back.
"Well…."I said meekly. "Who's grocery shopping today? The Chairman's hungry."
"And I volunteered because?" I growled. Jace scanned the aisles while I got stuck with pushing the cart. "And you didn't put on a glamour because?"
"Because," he said with exaggerated patience. "I want some attention. There aren't any good girls around." I snorted.
"So Clary isn't good enough for you?" I teased. He didn't find this hilarious, however. I wonder why.
"Excuse me?" He glared before examining the parsley. "Clary is a midget. She's annoying, she's needy, she's not pretty. Why would I want her?"
I snickered. "Oh really? Ugly, midget, needy, bossy, you say? So you don't wet yourself in bed when you think about her at night? You don't start drinking and all when she talks to some other Shadowhunter man?"
"You." he growled. "Are going to shut up and say nothing of this."
"Yes, father."
A girl had walked up to us. She had brown hair and somewhat multi-colored eyes. With a Orange Mets cap on, spanx, and a thin t-shirt, she looked like any average mundane.
"Hello." her voice was silky smooth, like rich, pouring chocolate. I eyed Jace carefully. Do you know this person?
He started to walk away, before the girl -rudely, may I add,- stepped in front of him and promptly blocked the exit out the vegetable section. She flashed a smile at Jace, who, obviously, seemed disgusted and unaware of what to do.
He clucked. "Excuse me. What do you need, miss?" Inside my head, I knew that this was a perfect opportunity to run home laughing and tease Jace for life, while he gets embarrassed on how he might have busted things with Clary.
Now if he wasn't my parabatai, I would've done so. But sadly, for me, he is my brother. And I shamelessly would like to know how this will end.
She smiled sweetly like nothing happened. "Just you." She gave one of those false girl smiles, and moved closer, slithering up Jace like a snake.
Jace arched a perfectly shaped eyebrow. "You know," he said. "I know some pretty cheesy pick up lines. But this is probably the worst. Right, Alec? Isabelle's been on too many of those rants." Dude. Say something. It's killing me. Make something up.
"Oh crap. Those rants are basically torture. She's going to murder you when she sees you talking to another girl."
She frowned. "Who the hell is Isabelle?"
You're on yourself from now on, buddy. I can't help anymore.
He gave me a hopeless look, begging for help. No can do, kiddo.
"Isabelle is a...friend?" he said, with a slightly mocking, lopsided smile.
She wrinkled her nose daintily. "Ew, no. You aren't single? Hmph. Why are all the good boys taken?" she pouted, and wrote her name and number on a tissue before sticking it into Jace's front pocket. She flaunted her chest, winked, and sashayed away as if nothing had happened.
"What was her name anyways?" I asked, walking out with empty hands. After the scene, we were both eager to get out of there as soon as possible.
"Piper." he growled.
"Now this," I grinned. "Is going to make an amazing story."
He glared. "Don't you dare say anything about this."
"I wouldn't think of it… maybe."
If looks could kill, I would have been dead half a decade ago.
My phone vibrated in my pocket. I pulled it out.
6:17- Clary_F- Help. Now. Long Island Sound. 911. Things.
Things? What did she mean by things? I shook my head and looked up. "They need help."
He chuckled. "They need help. Great. Good for you, yada yada yada. Well guess what? I'm not going. You can help whoever that is- I don't care. I, Jace Herondale, will swear upon the Angel Raziel that I will not-"
"Clary's in trouble."
"Shit. Let's go."
Author's Note: Well well well. This has been quite a while...haha. I'm sorry I'm sorry! I didn't mean to leave for...20 days? School is an ass okay! Too many exams. This isn't the best chapter...I'm sorry! College is horrible and I have 5 needy pets and 2 needy human beings that beg for food and homework help. Thank's to everyone who reviewed...even though you were a guess! If you reviewed with a guest username, I have replied under here...and even if you didn't. Same thanks to everyone last time, plus MarshMillaCam for distracting me at writing and whining about how math homework was too hard and how you needed to to copy it on the bus, and extra thanks to Liz399 for following. I was able to PM you, as you already know!
Rosycat's note- Hi everyone! Many thanks to everyone who reviewed, I and Shamiks really appreciate it. I hope you all like this chapter too!
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This will take a while...
To- Chiamean H- No, twenty days! Though I can PM you a early draft! Twenty to thirty days! Yes I know Hewt and she's the most sweetest human being in the world! I hope this satisfies your need for long chapters...as this story goes quite slowly. Twenty to thirty days! Yes I know JelloDVDs and shes a fantabulous person! Although you already PMed her! Yes please like Clary! She's so judged in the TMI world! Yess I know Holly0114! She's a VERY talented writer and constantly breaks my heart! Yes our ships aren't together yet! You definitely aren't a wacko idiot! No I won't kill you! QueenOfDaydream is adorable as well! She writes WONDERFUL Malec and please check it out omg! The characters develop quite a lot in this story, I can tell you that. YES ROSYCAT IS THE FREAKING BETA! SHE'S AMAZING! WHY AM I TYPING IN CAPS?I'm definitely not going to kill you!
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