10. Two Words… Epic. Win.

It was beginning to get late, and I was left wandering the Institute, but I wasn't quite alone. Church the cat often darted in and out of rooms, but we seemed to be going in the same direction.

I was trying hard not to believe that I had ruined a novel, but it was getting harder and harder by the second. Just the very thought of those star crossed lovers passionately making out sparked anger in me, because this wasn't supposed to happen yet. Just not yet.

The full anger kicked in when I saw Jace hanging by the elevator, obviously listening as Clary went down.

"Jace Lightwood!" I yelled, and Church dodged out of the way.

He was seemed practically tranquil with a sated smile just lightly playing at his lips. It quickly fell into a hard line when he saw my expression.

I shoved him harshly into the wall. "What the hell!" I demanded.

He looked blank. "What the hell what?"

"You, Jace Lightwood, were not supposed to kiss her! Not yet, anyway!" I seethed.

"Why not? This just proves you actually get a seraph blade. You were right, she was going to say that she loved me." His eyes were filled with wonder as he stared off into space.

"You weren't supposed to!" I said in exasperation. "Does it look like you're in Idris? Does it look like fireworks are going off? No? Well, I can assure you that you're a little too early then!"

"Well then that's life." He shrugged.

"Not the life you're supposed to live." I snarled. "Cassandra Clare owns you, this plot, and now that I'm here I'm ruining everything."

"First of all, no one owns me." His face was only inches from mine, golden eyes piercing and pissed. "Second of all, you didn't do anything except tell me what was going to happen."

My whole body was quivering in rage, but I sighed. What kind of friend would I be if I tried to do something that kept him from being happy? Besides, isn't this what I kind of wanted?

"When are you guys going to Idris?" I finally asked.

"Monday… But –"

"You don't feel comfortable with her going." I rolled my eyes and he looked at me in surprise.

"Um, yeah."

"And you're going to get Simon to stall her or something. Geez, didn't I already tell you this?"

"I didn't really believe you then." He said, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth.

He looked a lot happier with Clary now and I smiled back. "So, I guess that's what love looks like." I mused and he started.

"What? Haven't you ever been in love?" He grinned.

"Nah." I waved him off. "To love is to destroy, Lightwood. And my being in love would probably destroy my amazing personality."

"Maybe you just haven't found the right person."

"That would be correct. Hey, now that you're going out with Clary, don't get all whipped on me." I warned him mockingly and he rolled his eyes.

"Wouldn't dream of it."

So, for the second night in a row, we walked. I didn't really realize it, but Jace had pulled me into the weapons room.

"What are we doing in here?" I asked as Jace looked through his blades.

"I made you a promise, didn't I?" He asked innocently and I laughed.

He fingered through the weapons, all of them amazingly sharp and dangerous. All the more exciting rather than pulling out my grandpa's old civil war swords that were bent and dull with age.

"Would this one work?" He asked and I looked up.

The blade was about the length from my elbow up to the tip of my finger, an intricate design weaved in the metal.

"Oh yeah, I'm pretty sure it could work." I agreed. "Won't you miss it, though?"

"We don't usually use it. No one would miss it." He shrugged, and handed me the blade.

It was amazingly light, and I flipped it smoothly. Hey, I'd done it with tennis rackets, and it turned out to look really cool.

"Don't tell me, you took fencing." He rolled his eyes.

"Nope." I grinned. "More like tennis."

He handed me the blade's scabbard and I pushed the blade inside. Who knew holding a weapon could be this fun? I did.

I smiled up at Jace, but it fell when he was scrolling through his phone. "What are you doing?" I sighed.

"About to call Clary to see if she got home." He said, and I rolled my eyes.

"Whipped."

The phone flipped shut, and he looked up at me. "What?" He asked in the most even tone he could manage.

"Whi-ipped!" I said in a sing-song voice as I skipped out the door.

"I wouldn't say that again, if I were you." He said, a daring glint in his eye.

"Jace. Lightwood. Is. Whipped!" And I bolted out of the door before he could even catch up with me.

.M.I.W.

Oh yeah, that's right, I got a seraph blade AND pissed off Jace! Imma beast, dear ladies and gents, Imma beast!