A/N: This is a preview for the next chapter from Jace's point of view. If you have any ideas you'd like me to incorporate in the story, or if you'd like me to add in an OC with your name and personality just let me know. BTW please vote in the poll on my profile page. Thx.
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Jace P.O.V
A minute ago, I had heard Magnus' voice come over the walkie-talkie, and all I've got to say is: what the hell did he do to get my mother so riled up. I mean honestly, I heard her scream from the other side of the Institute! There are only two ways to accomplish that feat: a. you are immeasurably mad at someone, and b. you've got some tonsils from hell. In Maryse's case I think it's explanation a, but of course I could be wrong...ah, who am I kidding I could never be wrong.
I'm walking down a hallway towards the library. That's where Magnus was just killed, so whoever did it must be somewhere around there. While I walk, I find myself imagining the feel of Clary's lips on mine. I shiver with pleasure as I replay that moment of my life over, and over, and over, and over... I know I like her, I'm just debating over whether or not I am glad about that. On the one hand if she likes me back I'll be ecstatic; but on the other hand if she doesn't well...that's that I suppose.
I don't feel like thinking about the little redhead anymore, so I choose to muse over my brother and Magnus instead. Even though this isn't a very Jace-like thing to say, I think that they would make an adorable couple- if Magnus survives Maryse that is. I laugh, imagining what he must be going through right now.
To get to the library from where I am, you have to pass by the the Institute's kitchen. That room has got to be the best one in the house, after my room obviously. I'm passing the door to that heavenly room,and I hear some questionable noises. It sounds like people kissing, and I'm guessing it's Jordan and Maia; but I decide to peek in just to be sure it's not Ratface getting lucky with my sister. Now seeing that would be even worse than having to deal with an angry Maryse.
I approach the door cautiously, take a deep breath, and walk in quickly. Just to get it over with like ripping of a band-aid you know?
All I can say is, I wasn't ready.
End of Preview.