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This chapter takes place right after the last...
Jace
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"I said I'm sorry."
Clary stuck her head out from where she'd locked herself in the bathroom, and scowled so fiercely at me that I flinched.
"I can't breathe, you moron," she snapped, pointing to her nose, where she had dried strands of glue hanging out. "It feels all weird."
I winced. "I'm really sorry." I began picking my nose. "I have it stuck in my nose too, you know."
She waved me off. "But you do stupid stuff all the time. And you're a boy," she added, as if it was supposed to make any sense. Which it didn't.
Magnus walked in, lollipop hanging out of his mouth. "Dude, Jace." He held up a package of Oreoes. "You didn't tell me your mom was awesome."
I snatched the package from him, and he shot me a betrayed look. "Those are Clary's," I told him.
Clary took the package from me. "I am never forgiving you for this, Jonathon Herondale." She slammed the door shut.
Magnus rolled his eyes and sat down on the floor, back pressed against the wall. "Girls are weird," he said shaking his head. "Why do you hang out with her?"
I stared at him. "She's my best friend," I told him, unable to keep the pride out of my voice. Anybody would be lucky to be best friends with Clary. "She's awesome."
He narrowed his eyes at me, a grin spreading across his face. "You liiiiiiike her," he cackled.
"Shut up!" I punched his shoulder. "I do not!"
"Jace and Clary, sittin' in a tree," Magnus taunted, jumping up. "K-I-S-S-I-N-" he let out a squawk as Clary came barreling out of the bathroom and tackled him to the floor, grabbing him by his gel-spiked hair.
"Take it back," she growled, her teeth bared and her nostrils flaring, causing the dried globs of glue to appear far more larger than I'd thought they were. "Now, you moronic butthead."
She looks really cool, I thought as I gaped at her.
"Oww! Okay, okay. I'm sorry. Gosh." He glared up at her. "Get off of me and let go of my hair. You're denting my spikes," he sniffed.
Clary rolled her eyes, but scrambled off him.
"We do not kiss in trees," she snapped out, her hands on her hips as she glared down at him, looking kind of like Mother after me and Clary had played soccer inside the house on a rainy day and broke one of her favorite lamps. "And don't touch my Oreoes. Ever."
Magnus rolled his eyes. "Okay, fine, whatever. Chill out." He ran his hand over his head. "Did she mess up my hair?"
I shrugged; how was I supposed to know if his hair was messed up or not? I hardly ever brushed mine.
Clary took out an Oreo and began eating it, smacking her lips as she shot a smug look at Magnus.
"You're greedy," he muttered, wrinkling his nose.
I shook my head. "She's going to teach me how to fight," I defended her. "Greedy people don't do that."
Magnus snorted. "I don't need to learn how to fight," he told me. "I have magical powers."
Clary punched him in his stomach.
We both looked down at where our magical friend had fallen to the floor with a grunt.
He cussed at her, and she just smiled sweetly. "Whatcha gonna do about it, witch?" She taunted.
"I'm a warlock," he corrected her as I helped him up. "A magnificent one. You should be terrified."
I laughed at him. "Dude, you got punched by a girl."
Clary frowned and punched my shoulder, knocking me against the wall. "Jerkface."
"You two flirt a lot," Magnus observed.
I stared at him. Clary raised her fist threateningly.
He raised his hands in front of him. "Just saying. But you shouldn't touch her so much," he said. "Girls have cooties."
Clary snarled.
Grabbing her by her waist, I hugged her to me to keep her from attacking him again. "Clary doesn't have any cooties," I promised him.
Magnus eyed her warily. "If you say so..."
After that we went to the living room and took turns playing with Magnus's Gameboy.
When it was his turn, Clary discreetly handed me a tissue and an Oreo.
I munched happily on my cookie, the token of her forgiveness.
She smiled at me, and patted my bruised shoulder better.
Magnus continued to play his Mario Cart game, oblivious.
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