HI! This is me, I want to come back with a bang. This is kind one-shottish but I see potential for a future story. But that won't happen for at least another month. I'm tied with other stories already as it is!

Karma isn't a bitch.

Well he didn't think he was, he thought he was justified if a little cruel sometimes. But then again, maybe being a bitch wasn't so bad if seeing the assholes get what they deserve.

Out of the sea of millions, one man caught his cat-like eyes

He laughs as he studied the man, pity on his face.

"Oh, so you're a player? Heartbreaker? Well, be prepared I will destroy you like you did the heart of dozens."

And so, he did.

I watched her limp away. These were one of the brutal ones. She was particularly clingy: I should have let her go immediately to make goodbye easier on her. But I didn't, because I didn't care.

Cruel? Perhaps, but at least I was honest about my business.

Most of the time.

The bar lights played with her red hair, like light bouncing off the fire. It was intoxicating, I needed her.

"Hey Pixie, may I buy you a drink." I ask as I cage her in, her back against the bar.

She lifts her eyes to meet mine, her face unimpressed.

I didn't let that deter me, however strange it may be, some girls didn't turn into putty immediately.

But most of those girls were gay...

"Oh, wait. Are you gay?"

She ducks out from under my arm shooting me a disgusted look, but I saw he eyes linger on my face.

"If I say yes, will you leave me alone?"

I put my face centimeters from hers "Only if you want me to. So, tell me little girl, do you want me to leave you alone?"

She didn't move away, I grinned.

That was the best night of my life.

"Where are you going?" I grumble, reaching blindly to pull her back under the sheets

She moved away pointedly "Listen... Jace, right?" I nod once.

She shifts uncomfortably dressed in an oversized shirt and underwear.

"I don't want to see you again. It's not personal, it's just that boy's like you tend to..."

I didn't need her to finish, I knew what she meant. Boy's like me weren't made for girls like her.

She shrugs helplessly tying her hair, her shirt riding up to expose her thin midriff.

"I want a relationship and to have someone to call mine. You can't tell me that you would fit into my dream, can you?"

She was right, again. Having a fuck buddy would really ruin what she was trying to accomplish.

"But-you liked it. You can't tell me that you didn't."

She smiled wanly "I did, but not enough to ditch what I've always wanted."

"You don't want to see me again?" I clarify

She nods then stops; I hold my breath. I didn't like the effect she had on me, but something told me that I had to have her in my life. "Not like this. I can be your friend- even though I doubt you'll be interested-"

I sit up, the sheets slipping from my chest. She turns a little red, but her eyes stay on my face.

I sit up and scrawl my phone number on a sheet of paper, handing it to her.

"I'd love to be your friend..."

"Clary, call me Clary."

Clary, like the herb. Clary Sage, I decide against mentioning it to her. Maybe for another conversation.

I grin at her, the same grin that would get girls to change their minds immediately. She simply shot me her own show stopping grin and pulled her pants on, right in front of me.

"Nice to make your acquaintance, Jace."

"Same to you, Clary."

Magnus laughed, this looked too much like a rom com, he needed Karma not a lesson learned. He looked on and snapped his fingers, his green eyes sparkling beautifully.

Clary and I became very well acquainted, close friends even, but I wanted more still and I thought I had a decent shot. That is until Sebastian Verlac made an appearance.

He was my opposite in every way, while I was golden and tan: he was dark and fair.

While I was loud like a lion, he was quite like a panther.

But he was just as confident as I was, he made that clear when he asked Clary out 15 minutes into talking to her.

I thought that her bad boy radar was better than that, but she didn't seem to hesitate since she agreed almost immediately.

I'd like to say I took it well.

I didn't, I demanded to know why she gave him the light of day, I begged her to reconsider. I threw pillows across the room, I yelled at the wind. None of this moved her, she waited for my rage to calm down then she made me sit down and talk.

And that is how I confessed my love to her.

All of the possibilities ran through my head, her rejecting me (again), her laughing at me, her looking relieved and kissing the daylight out of me.

Yet, I failed to see her reaction as it would be. Passionate and short, like her.

She begged me to understand that she loved me too, as a sister as a friend. That Sebastian made her happy.

I snorted when she said this, I wish I didn't. Because she took this as invitation, to tell me all the reasons she loved him.

We went to bed late that night.

I didn't sleep a wink that night and she, well she was probably looking for what to wear tomorrow.

But even as they dated, I didn't take it seriously, plenty of people dated.

I don't know if I grew out of love with her or if the hurt dulled. But two years later when they announced their engagement, I smiled, painfully but genuinely. She deserved the best, and if that's what she found in the creep then fine.

I'd marry them myself, I just wanted Clary to be happy and get married so I can be put out of my misery.

But the jackass had to ruin that too.

He had to cheat on her.

I saw it happen, I knew the signs, I used to hang with enough douches.

She didn't believe me when I told her. She thought that after 2 years I was still in love with her and was trying to destroy her relationship with Sebastian. (I was, but I would never do that to her.)

I told her as much. I said to her "Bold of you to assume that after 2 years I'm still in love with you." She turned scarlet after that and started apologizing.

I just waved my hands as if I could push away her words.

"Clary, I was a heartbreaker not a cheater. But I hung out with enough douches to know the signs. And they aren't in your favor."

I wrote them down for her.

1) he doesn't initiate sexual intercourse

2) he has more work meeting and works later, but his income is the same.

3) always texting someone that is not you

She stopped me, her face flushed and tiny fists shaking. She begged me to stop.

I didn't, I kept talking.

"Check his credit card, I bet my car he is buying lingerie that isn't for you."

She asked me to leave after that, but she hugged me. So, I knew it wasn't me that she was mad at.

I don't know how but she caught him in the act, after confronting him twice.

He stopped cheating and she stopped accusing him.

The marriage was back on.

I was asked to give a speech, I don't know if it was Sebastian's idea of torture or Clary's earnest need for me to approve the marriage, it didn't matter.

I would give the speech.

I was incredibly charming after all.

Aline agreed to be my date, despite her swinging the other way. As long as I promised to drive her to a restaurant across state to a restaurant where her high school sweetheart manages.

It was an easy promise to make. I liked Helen; she was always really generous with her portions of lasagna.

Clary wasn't thrilled to see Aline with me. She was probably being a bridezilla and was just ticked at seeing a stranger on her special day.

"Hi! You must be Clary!"

Aline introduces herself sweetly as I go off to buy myself a drink. And Aline too, I wasn't a bad date.

I come back and hand Aline her drink wordlessly, she sips it without glancing at it. Her curious gaze on Clary.

"I understand why you might not like me all that much, but Jace is a big boy and he can associate with whoever he wants. Right, Jacey-poo?"

I hide my grimace behind my drink.

"Whatever you say, Aline."

Aline nods approvingly and points at Clary "That is how a man ought to talk to a lady."

Clary kept her green gaze on me.

I shrug helplessly, her eyes narrow "She's not wrong."

Clary huffs and leaves, probably to find her husband. But, not before saying "Jace, remember your speech."

I, maturely, silently mimic her. Aline laughs loudly. Clary shoots us a suspicious look but otherwise leaves.

Karma AKA Magnus shook his silky head of hair, drinking in the sight of the blue-eyed boy, Alec, while watching the plot unfold. This was gettingc ompliacted and teh pain in Jace's eyes was tenfold then what any man can handle.

"Hello, I am Jace and we're here to honor-"

"Jace" Aline hissed, her eyes alight with humor her voice serious "this isn't a funeral."

I look at everyone's grim face "Could've fooled me." I murmur, but a few heard. Some snickers and smiles were earned.

"Friends, Americans, Countrymen, lend me your ears."

I can see Alec and his date, Magnus smirking behind their drinks.

Izzy on the other hand was glaring, she was the maid of honor and pissed that I could give my speech first. You and me both, sister.

"I was there when Clary and Stanley first met," snickers arouse around the room, apparently, I wasn't the only one how dislike the albino with black eyes. "and I got to admit, I hated him from the get go."

"He was quiet and arrogant, and most importantly he was a threat. For, I too was enamored with our darling Clary!" I dramatically cry, putting a hand over my heart.

A woman swoons.

"I let her know as such, and... she rejected me!"

Cries of outrage came from around the room, I tried my best to not smirk, it seems like people were forgetting that they were at their marriage dinner.

"Eventually, I got over it and came to accept their love, until..."

I can feel Clary's look of horror, thinking id expose her cheating husband for all to know.

"Until... he proposed without asking for my permission!"

Laughs came from around the room, strained from those who knew the truth, amused from everyone else.

"By that time, my love for her grew stronger and into a love one would have for your sibling. She was my sister! And he didn't ask me for permission!"

"Or me!" Luke called out from a few seats to my left. I nod at him, clinking our cups.

"So, you can only imagine how distressed I was when Clary told me she got engaged and wanted me to give the opening speech." Everyone laughed politely "I was horrified, but like the good man I was I graciously accepted the task and set out to write the best speech in history."

Aline intervened again "No one cares about you Jace, talk about the newlyweds!

I wave her words away, like they were a pesky fruit fly.

"Everyone cares, love." I turn back to the table; Clary's expression was frozen and Sebastian looked like he was forcing himself not to beat me senseless. I grin at them, my best smile. "And I think that no words can express how I'm feeling right now. Congratulations Stuart Vroon! You snatched the best women life could have given you."

Aline coughs pointedly, all for bluff but I make sure to wink at her, for any pointed onlookers.

I sit down telling Aline "Best women life could have given him."

Izzy stands up, grinning happily, but I see the distrust in her gaze when she studies Sebastian.

"When I first met Sebastian, I thought..."

And so, we go on.

Magnus surveyed the scene over his drink, his eyes holding pity, at first this was purely for Jace to feel the pain he has inflicted. But, eventually, it was to stay close for he has grown in love with Jace's brother, the delightfully handsome and gay Alexander.

No one deserved this much hurt. But alas it was too late.

"So... you and Aline?" Clary asked her gaze on her drink

"I guess... I don't think she's that serious though. We're friends, but she has this buddy that I've been texting. We're supposed to be meeting up next week at Antonio's."

Clary takes a long drink "You must really like her."

I catch her eye and smile, forgetting what we were talking about. "I do."

She chokes on her drink and starts backing away cheeks flushing from lack of oxygen.

I put my hand on her back, patting strongly "Are you ok?"

She flinches away from me. Flinches. It would have been better if she slapped me.

I excuse myself before I can convey how much that tiny little reaction hurt me.

She didn't try to stop me.

Why would she?

"Oh, and what they say it's true" L.L (Love and Lust) purrs in my ear "Karma is a bitch!"

I glare halfheartedly, she was right "I messed up. And now Clary is stuck with that asshole."

Camille laughed "Not if Katarina has any say in the matter. Believe me, I give them 2 years."

Magnus smiles and nods.

That was true, Katarina has not been through them yet. She was their last hope. She was sort of an expert of all, didn't prioritize a single aspect of life. An all-around genius.

She'll fix this.

Anyone want me to continue this, seeing jace and clary find their way to each other with the help of divine beings? I want to, but i'm currently swamped with other stories. Speaking of which, I better start writing...

xxx

Paula

I fixed it, I have no idea why they deleted all of my perfectly placed space dots that I centered perfectly :(. But, her ya go. Follow, fav, kudos, comment! No flames please.