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Clary
"Why, exactly, is Jace picking us up?" I ask her, right before I twist the doorknob.
"I came with Alec, and then he took the car. You'd think he'd take his, but no, he doesn't work that way."
"Oh."
Jace enters the house then, speaking on the phone. "Yes, Seb, I told y—" He freezes, looking at me like I'm some kind of werewolf or pegacorn or some crap like that. I swear, he could have seen a ghost and he'd have the exact same expression. "I'll call you back." he says into the phone, trying to close it hastily, never once looking elsewhere. "Bloody hell. You can't wear that!"
What?
"What?" Isabelle exclaims, placing a hand on her hip. "You can't tell her what to wear!"
"Well, technically, I can. Do you want slimy perverts looking at her like she's a piece of cake?"
It's actually cute that he's so protective. But why, exactly, is he so protective?
"She's fine!" She rolls her eyes and crosses her arms over her chest.
"No, she's not." He turns his gaze at me. "Don't take this the wrong way, you look stunning, but... please, don't wear that."
Stunning? Oh, so now that I'm wearing this I'm stunning? Oh, please.
"What the hell? Now that I'm wearing this I look stunning, but when I'm in my jeans and a T-shirt, I'm not? What is wrong with men? You go, playing it all 'Oh, I prefer the natural look', but when you see a girl in sweatpants and a sweatshirt, you don't bother glancing at her? You pig!" I shout, jabbing his chest with my finger. Over-dramatic much, Clary? Surely, he didn't mean it like that.
"I don't quite recall saying that you don't look stunning in jeans and a T-shirt. Please, quote it."
Oooooh. So. Um. Awkward moment. "Are you kidding me?" Look where you got yourself, Clary.
"Accept the compliment, Clary." Oh. So, a compliment from the sex god - oh, no. I did not just think that. Somebody, please murder me.
"It's my clothing, Jace." I turn away, but I feel his hands on my wrist and turn back. "What?"
"Are you really gonna wear that?" he asks. We're so close, he has to turn his head down to look at me. I take a step back, uncomfortable with our current position.
"Yes."
"Fine. Then stay close to me. I don't want you to get hurt." Awe, cute. Sort of, like, kitten-cute, but not kitten-cute, since he's not a kitten — my mind is so weird.
I give him a once over, "Okay." There's no point in arguing with him, anyway.
"Good."
That was weird. But cute. Weird, but cute.
Is he high?
"And..." Swallow your pride, Clary. Swallow your pride. "Thank you."
A small smile appears at the corner of his lips. "You're welcome." It wasn't that hard, was it? And it's kind of cute - SHUT THE HELL UP.
"So, anyway, guys, if you're done with the PDA, I'd like it if we go and pick up Simon now." Isabelle says, looking at her nails.
"You never mentioned I would pick the rat up!" Jace exclaims, his face in an annoyed expression.
"His name is Simon."
"And you're crushing on Rat Boy."
"What? Pfft. No, I'm not!"
See, here's the thing about Isabelle. Everybody knows when she's lying. She says "pfft", scratches the back of her neck and tries to change the subject. Even I know that, and I don't know her that well.
And here comes the scratching.
"Who else are you picking up?" Here comes the subject change.
"Sebastian. Jordan's coming either on his own, or with Maia. He had some stuff to do, or, rather, Maia to do, if you know what I mean." He moves his eyebrows up and down suggestively.
"You pervert." Isabelle rolls her eyes. "Magnus has been hanging around you too much. He's starting to act like you."
"How so?"
"He thought of dying his hair blonde, he makes too many sex jokes, he calls himself Magnus the Magnificent, and he got drunk and ran around town shouting 'I LOVE YOU, ADAM LEVINE!'"
"I—I've never done that!" Jace says, his face a mask of pure horror.
"No, you're right. You were wearing antlers on your head. And you were naked." At this point, I'm shaking my head, trying to clear the images of a naked Jace with antlers on his head running and shouting "I LOVE YOU, ADAM LEVINE!" Mostly the images of a naked Jace, because, well, you get me. Or, I can try to sketch it and show it to Simon — no, forget about it. I'm not drawing Jace's behind.
Wait.
Apparently, Sebastian, Isabelle and Simon are going to be in the same car. Oh, wow, that's gonna be so fun! Note sarcasm.
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"Hey, Iz", Simon says, waving his hand. He's calling her Iz?
He looks at me in confusion, and then his eyes widen. "OH MY GOD CLARY IS THAT YOU WHO MADE YOU WEAR THAT WAS IT THAT ASSHOLE JACE I'M GOING TO FREAKIN'—"
"Simon, calm down!" I say, placing a hand on his shoulder. "Jace was actually against this."
"He was?" He raises both eyebrows (he can't raise an eyebrow to save his life, and neither can I, but that's beside the point) and stares at Jace in disbelief. "You know what? I actually have some respect for you now."
"Of course you do. My charms won you over, didn't they?" He tilts his head to the side and winks.
"Ugh. You're so cocky." Simon crosses his arms over his chest and rolls his eyes.
"Double meaning."
"Screw you."
"Double meaning again." he grins devilishly, "And Izzy says I'm the one making too many sex jokes."
"You bicker like an old married couple." Isabelle says, shaking her head slightly.
"Me and Goldilocks? No way. I'd rather have my boys cut off."' he tells her.
"Oh, please. You only wish you could be with this hot piece of man." Jace gestures to his body.
"If you don't shut up this instant..."
"What do you say we leave them here, take Jace's car and let them walk in the rain and declare their feelings for each other?" she whispers to me jokingly, chuckling at the end of the sentence.
"This is not slash fanfiction, Isabelle."
"What?" She seems genuinely confused. Is there really a girl in this entire planet who doesn't know what fanfiction is?
"Nevermind." I sigh and shake my head.
We end up doing exactly that. We figured, why the hell not? Jace and Simon are too engrossed in their argument to notice us leaving, and as such we get away easily. They can go and pick up Sebastian on foot; I'm honestly not in the mood to see Sebastian eyeing Simon.
"That was so easy!" Isabelle exclaims.
"I know, right?" I say, looking back at the door. "Can I drive? I need to take these shoes off. They're killing me."
"Uuuuugh. They're just heels." Just heels? These are freaking demon spawns, not heels! "But sure, whatever." YES!
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Magnus
I honestly feel like a) I'm going to throw up from nervousness, b) sweat so much I'll have to change clothes, or c) wake the demons of hell with my fangirl-ish screaming. The reason?
Alexander Lightwood - I refuse to call him Alec when nobody's in front of us, why hide such a nice name? - will pick me up.
Now, I know this isn't such a major issue, but if the guy or girl you've liked for two years tells you he'll pick you up, you start doing a mental happy dance. I mean, when Jace liked Clary, he got super happy because he learnt that she didn't have a boyfriend. He was so happy, he didn't yell at me when I sang You Are My Sunshine to him. Well, he did try to throw one of Isabelle's heels at me, but she freaked out because they were Roger Vivier and she called him, uh, a "foul, loathsome, evil little cockroach!" Apparently, he made her watch Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban, and she felt the need to quote it every freaking time. I really wish she'd punched him like Hermione had punched Draco, though.
Oh, great, I'm rambling again! Nothing better than a good ole ramble!
And then, I hear it. That dreadful sound that every person fears.
The doorbell.
Deep breaths, Magnus. You don't want to faint and look like a total idiot.
I open the door, and I meet his blue eyes, who are, very conveniently, staring into mine.
I try to keep my voice cool and calm, and I succeed (I also do a mental fist pump). "Hello, Alexander!"
"Hey, Magnus." Sadly, his gaze lowers. Ah, damn. And I like his eyes. "I told you could call me Alec, you know. No formalities. We're pals." Pals? Pals?
No, seriously, pals? Why do I like him again?
"See, here's the thing. I like it when I call you Alexander. Alec's too plain for you."
Clary
We're currently inside the club, just watching the other people jumping up and down - correction, I watch the other people jumping up and down while I'm sitting on a bar stool. Isabelle's dancing around, much like a partying teenager does. Only, my feet hurt so much, I don't think I can even walk. And I've never even been the partying teenager.
"Hey, Clary, right?" I turn around, nearly forgetting I'm on a stool.
I face a blonde boy, who reminds me of Mr. Morgenstern a lot. Maybe because of his strong jawline, or his eyes, which are so black you'd call them pitch black, but not quite pitch black, more like anthracite or - argh, I'm not going to argue with myself over some guy's eyes.
"Yeah."
"Jonathan." Oh. That explains a lot. He's Mr. Morgenstern's son. No shit, Clary. "What brings you here?"
"Isabelle."
"Oh, the pain. She made you wear heels, I see." he says, pointing at my shoes.
"Yes." What's with the one-worded replies? I normally speak more.
"Jonathan! Truth or dare! Bring Clary!" Isabelle shouts, pointing to one of the storage rooms. Now, how are we going to play truth or dare in a storage room? Don't we need more space or something?
"Okay!" he shouts back, grabbing me by the wrist. "No point in arguing with her. C'mon."
I groan, rolling my eyes, letting him pull me unwillingly to that ominous door. He just chuckles.
A/N: I cut it here, because I am evil. MWAHAHAHAHAHA. UUUUGH, I don't do evil laughs well.
Till next time,
Marianna
