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Chapter 12: Jealous Much?

Alec and I walked into the Institute, then into the library. We immediately saw Manuel and Jace talking to each other in old armchairs. They see us at the same time. Manuel pats his lap for me to sit down, I sat across his lap. "Why did you let Alec stay?" He pouted. "Because I didn't hear him, unlike you guys." I lied. Alec smirked and mumbled something I didn't catch. Manuel shot him a warning glare. Weird. I looked at his arm where I hit him, healed. I guess he saw my confused look and reached into his boot, then brought out two daggers. My daggers. I went to snatch them, but he pulled them away. "Give me a kiss first." I sighed and leaned towards him. Then at the last second I turned my head and kissed his cheek. "There, now give 'em!" He sat there with his jaw dropped. "You didn't say what kind of kiss." I said nonchalantly. He still didn't give them back. So I just shrugged. "Eh, I don't need them. I still have my machetes." I got up and ran towards my room, in pencil heels, not that difficult though. Before I ran down the hall I heard someone say, "Ooo, rejected!" I think it was Alec, I like him, he's a cool guy. While I was a door away from my room I heard a door open, then I was pulled into a room. I shrieked in surprise and the door closed. I couldn't see anything, the room was pitch black, then my back was pushed against the wall. I felt a hand touch my face and I sung my fist and it hit someone's hard stomach. I heard an 'oof' noise and flipped on the night switch I saw Manuel holding his stomach across the room.

I ran over to him. "Jesus Christ, don't scare me like that!" "I'm fine, thanks for asking." He said straightening out. He walked closer to me, I backed into the wall, he was inches away. He put his arms on the wall beside my head, caging me in. "So what did you and the bloodsucker talk about?" He whispered and moved my bangs out of my face. "Well, he said I can trust him, and he apologised." I said. "So, he really used to sleep in the same bed as you?" I smirked. "Jealous much?" "Very." He answered, then crashed his lips to mine. I wrapped my arms around his neck. His fingers touched the strip of bare skin above my boots. He slowly slid them underneath my dress. To love is to destroy, and to be loved is to be the one destroyed.The voice yelled in my head. "I have to go." I said and ran out of his room into mine. I quickly shut and locked my door and leaned against it, then slid down and sat on the floor. To love is to destroy, and to be loved is to be destroyed. It kept repeating in my head. It won't stop.