Drum roll please! Here is chapter nine for your enjoyment:)
Chapter eight was the last update almost two months ago. I honestly wasn't happy at all with that chapter and I was debating whether or not to delete chapter 8 but since it's already been up for months, what's the point now?
I hope this chapter is better and you all enjoy:)
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Chapter 9
I could see Jace's blonde hair flash out of my room with the door quickly getting shut behind him before I got the chance to get out of bed and chase after him.
I fumbled to get up.
My dark blue bed sheets got ruffled out of the ultra neat place I had put them in when I woke up that morning. If we were in different circumstances I would've done nothing until they were in place again and my slight obsessive compulsive disorder was subdued but this wasn't the time for that.
I finally yanked my bedroom door open to see Jace's backside running down the ridiculously long wall, my Walkman in one closed hand and a plastic square CD case in the other.
"Jace! Give it back!"
It took forever to find my ancient CD player in the back of my closet. I had stopped using the thing years ago when I started using Izzy's iPod when I couldn't sleep. That was basically the only use I had for the huge circular music player anyways.
"Make me!" was Jace's brilliant retort. Make me? Really? Jace of all people within a 50 mile radius could've come up with something better than that.
I admit it. I bought the CD. But...I was just curious! After Magnus practically worshiped him as if he was another deity, I had to see what the singer was about.
I had to.
I didn't expect to actually like it. But I only like it a little bit. Only. I swear.
"Isabelle! Look at what our older brother is into!"
"No! Its...it...it's not mine!" I stammered in the beginning of my sentence, probably triggering to my siblings that I was lying. I really had to get better at deceiving them.
"It's Magnus'!"
It was then that I saw a slight moment of opportunity. Izzy always leaves her high heels lying around in the house causing someone unaware to trip and fall. Jace was running straight forward but with his head whipped back, facing me and Izzy's size 8 1/2 black Jimmy Choo pump one stride away.
It was then that I realized that I knew what designer the shoe came from. Either I'm spending too much time with Magnus and his huge assortment of clothes and accessories or there's been too many times of me hiding in Izzy's closet when she tries to attack me with eyeliner.
I was going with the latter.
By the time my thought process had finished Jace, even with all his Shadowhunter confidence and agility, had indeed tripped on the misplaced shoe.
That was my chance.
He was lying face down on his stomach, picking up his knees to try and get up, but it was then I fell on top of him. I could feel the breath whoosh out of him as I applied my weight to his back.
Something like losing breath won't stop Jace though. He tried kicking and squirming around, yelling obscenities and saying that he "could take me down" if he was really trying.
Please.
Somehow he flipped us over with him straddling over me. Fists and slaps were thrown. Hair was pulled. Bruises had to have been made.
I was the one on my stomach now, trying to crawl to the piece of tile where the CD player and case had been dropped.
It was time to destroy evidence.
Apparently it was also time for Isabelle to walk out of her room, stepping on the plastic case that was just in reach of my fingertips. It was very "I caught u red handed" movie-esque.
"What are you two doing now? Everyday something goes on between you two! You aren't cheating on Clary and Magnus are you? And don't lie! I saw that straddle you did on Alec, Jace!"
All I could do in my position was hit her ankle, which of course had no effect on her but to kick back. She kicked, I grabbed, and she was on the floor with us. It was a whole family thing now except my brother and sister were working against me.
Peachy.
"You have a thing for him don't you Alec? He even looks like Magnus too! I think u like the tall make-up type!" Now Jace taunts.
"No I don't!"
"It's okay Alec! Let out your innermost feelings!"
Sarcastic bastard. I blame the childhood abuse.
"I have it!" Isabelle had popped the CD from its player and was now getting off floor and running down the stairs in her blue socks, but not without making sure her dark hair was in place first.
She looked down at the black with silver lettering compact disc, probably making sure of the well-known singers name.
"I'm telling everyone that you like Adam Lambert!"
Busted.
