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"The two of them were out of the room before he could finish, spurting something about not feeling so good. He sat there, also steaming, and cursing Jace. Maybe I shouldn't have asked after all…"

Jace POV:

Clary and I drove around downtown Friday afternoon, praying that the others wouldn't try to find us since it was the weekend.

"Red light," She said casually, looking away from the window.

I slammed on the brakes, barely crossing the white line in front of the light. "Thanks. So, I know we've been avoiding this question…" Mentally, I slapped myself for bringing it up.

"A huh?" She looked at me with a look that said she was listening. But her tone indicated that she was not sure about what I was going to say.

"But, what would have happened if Izzy didn't walk in on us?" I had my fantasies about it, but I was not going to say them out loud. She didn't say anything for a while, casually watching the crowds outside of my car. Her silence actually stated to scare me after ten minutes.

"Well," Clary finally said, "I would have suggested you go get a condom. I don't know."

I didn't reply, parking in the only open spot on Main Street. Clary looked over at me, hesitant to unbuckle. Her eyes found mine before I could look away and she nodded, settling back in her seat.

"Talk to me. What's bothering you?" Damn it! I couldn't hide my emotions from her, not even in my pupils.

"What do you mean…"

"Jace, cut the bullshit. You've been weird all week. I know we've been acting more like a stereotypical couple since we had oral sex, and, yes, we never planned to be so gooey. But, honestly, I've been able to see that something is bothering you for an entire week! What happened when you got back to your dorm after we escaped Alec?" Her hand found mine, lightly squeezing it.

"How do you know something happened? I haven't said anything like that." I replied, killing the engine. Clary cupped my face and made me look at her.

"I'm not an idiot. I am very perceptive. And I know my brother like the back of my hand. You didn't have to say anything for me to know. Besides, I've been reading your moods all week. Izzy has too. Around Jon: you tend to leave an inch between us, or even more if he is glaring at you. With Alec: you whisper a lot, so much that we barley talk. And with Magnus: you are you. So what is going on inside of your gorgeous head?"

She busted me. Of all people, she busted me. How could I tell her that Jon threatened to beat me to a pulp if I ever "violated," her again? Or that I was staying up with Alec every night to make sure he didn't get jumped, and us whispering was our way of planning an attack? So much was going on that she probably couldn't help but tell I was going crazy mentally.

"Look, I know I act strong, and have tried to for a week, but there is a lot going on. Lance has left Alec and I many notes concerning you and his sexual orientation for the past three nights, most of them being threatening. Jon wants to beat my ass still. And I'm struggling with some things from my past that I don't like to think about."

I looked over, exasperated. Clary looked like she was trying to form a sentence.

"And you couldn't tell me that?" She was hurt and I did not want to make her feel like I didn't trust her.

As she looked away, I held her hand tighter and sighed. "I know you can handle yourself; I've seen it before. But with the prank plans not even finished, I didn't want to worry you. Besides, Alec is enacting our revenge right now so I intend to spend the rest of the afternoon with you. And, well, keep you away from the aftermath as long as I can."

Clary unlocked her phone as I finished, texting Izzy of all people. When she finished, she looked over at me again and smiled. "Well, now that I know what is going on, I think we can get out and walk around. I need new art supplies anyway."

"And not new shoes for class? Your converse broke yesterday."

We met on the side walk after I locked my jeep, making our way slowly towards Moe's Art Supplies. She filled me in on the way there, telling me little things that had happened over the past few days. But my mind was elsewhere. The only reason she had had to tell me the light was red was because I thought I saw Lance's car following us. And it didn't seem random at all.

"Jace? We're here." I felt a tug on my sleeve as Clary pulled me back towards the door way. I didn't mind her dragging me around though, even if it looked odd. It was her favorite place after all.

Alec POV

Part four of our five-part plan would start with or without the love birds. Though I did suspect that Jace evacuated Clary from the premises for a reason.

"Clary just texted me. She says, 'good luck.'" Izzy whispered in my ear, scaring the living shit out of me.

"Iz," I mouthed, holding the dye in one hand and a jar of Vaseline in the other. "This is not the time to make me jump, okay?"

She scoffed and put her phone away, removing the Nair from her purse. "Fine. Let's get this over with. I have a date in three hours."

With her finally focused, I took out the paper clip I had hidden in my pocket and worked on the lock. It took five heart racing minutes to get the room open, but when we did our hearts almost came out of our chest. We hadn't opened it at all, Viper just happened to open up the door.

"Here to prank Lance for his childish behavior? Come on in." We padded in, afraid he wasn't alone. But he ended up being the only person inside and did not disrupt our activities. He actually helped us.

"The brown bottles are Lance's. And I'll do the Vaseline on the inside handle when y'all get done. Just tell me when and I'll be look out for a while."

"Okay," I replied warily, handing the rest of the supplies to Izzy. Right now I needed to talk to Viper.

"Something on your mind?" He asked, shoving his phone in his pocket. I watched him scan Izzy as she slid into the bathroom, bottles of hair dye and Nair in hand.

"Yes, something is. Why is Lance's brother staying here? I didn't know he had one, but I wouldn't have thought his folks would of wanted him with his perverted brother anyway." As negative as it sounded, I thought I had made my point.

Viper stood up and went to grab something from the corner of the room. The way he slid it from under Lance's boxers made it seem pretty important. And speaking of his boxers… No wonder he never got dates, they were hideous.

"This is a letter from his parents. They decided to go to their home in the glass city for the time being and left his little bro in Lance's care. Not that either party was overjoyed by the action, but he was their only option." He then thrust it into my hand, going to sit back on the end of his bed. "If you want more details, read it."

So I did. I read every word.

To our oh-so responsible oldest child,

Your father and I will be departing for the glass city promptly and have mournfully decided to leave your brother in your care. This being said, you are not to do anything that would rot his brain or mess up his psyche. This includes:

1. Sex

2. Drinking

3. Swearing

4. Letting him stay up all night

5. Bringing him to training

And 6. Sending him to the hospital, or inflicting any pain what-so-ever

Have fun darling!

Love,

Mother and Father

"I give. That is depressing. His parents must really not trust him." I handed the letter back to Viper, a little sour about reading it in the first place.

Viper nodded, trying to make Lance's drawer look untouched as he slid the letter back under his boxers. "It's a consequence of being himself I guess. He's done enough shit that I'm not surprised by the contents at all. But them being so harsh still surprises me sometimes. And, yes, his parents are extremely formal and blunt about everything. I think that is why he loves this school so much."

"Because he is away from them…" Maybe he wasn't so horrible by nature.

"Exactly." Viper tried to smile but it obviously wasn't happening.

We both heard a cough from the bathroom and Izzy emerged after, grinning. "I'm done with this part so if we could wrap this bonding thing up it would be really nice." Her hands looked really clean for someone who just inserted red and orange dye mixed with Nair into bottles. "Oh, stop looking at my hands. You know I'm that good. But can we leave before they get back, please?"

As we headed towards the door, Viper stopped us. "Get under the bed. Now. Lance is back and five feet away."

We dove under Viper's bed, the door turning just as we did. "Hey, we're back."

"I got new comics. Clary helped me pick them out." His brother said, flopping on the bed above our heads. "What did you do while we were gone?"

"I chilled out for a while. So, you guys saw Clary? Was she alone?" Of course she wouldn't be, they stuck together like glue.

Lance's voice sounded off. "Yeah. We ran into her and Jace downtown. It was a very brief conversation, if that's believable."

"I think you are telling the truth dude. Especially since I know Jace pretty well. Let me guess: you saw Clary, tried to talk to her, and then Jace butted in?"

"Something along those lines. But he didn't stop her from helping short-stuff here find a new set of comics."

"I am not that little!" The bed bounced a few inches above our heads. And as the conversation went on, we knew we were in for a long night.

Maia POV

"Well, what do we have here?" I said, peeking out the window as Bat put his clothes back on.

"The hell you looking at? You are usually still all over me." Bat complained, upset by my abandonment.

I sighed and closed the curtains, "I have a new theory concerning our favorite couple, other than us of course."

"You don't say…" His sarcasm bled through as he tried not to laugh at my fumbled attempt to pull a sweatshirt on.

"Sweetie, do you want to hear it or not? Because I'm going to say it anyway."

Bat sighed, plopping himself on my bed. "I'm listening."

"They've had sex, or some form of it very recently. I say within the last two weeks."

"and you got this from?"

I tried to ignore his unamused tone as I pulled on a pair of sweats and sat beside him. "Jace touched the butt. I mean, he basically full on grabbed her butt while they were making out away from everyone's sight, or so they thought."

"And this is relevant because?"

"Because," I exclaimed, "I can now ask her sexual questions and she can't deny anything!"

He dramatically sighed, pulling towards him. "Don't say anything yet, okay? She'll tell you guys when she is ready."

"Or," I interjected, shaking out of his grasp so I could pace around the room. "Most of the group knows, but we weren't there to hear it."

"But it's a theory." Bat was obviously in crabby mood as he pulled out his keys and walked past me, towards the door. "Maia, don't bother mentioning that you took a picture of them either. I saw that you know. Love you, I'll see you later." The door closed behind his retreating figure, closing with a thud. I looked down at my phones screen before gazing at the door again.

"Love you too."

Clary's POV

I thought today had been great, really. But Jace was in one of his possessive and sarcastic moods, and had been since Lance and his brother left our presence.

"Do I need to ask for permission to speak, or have you realized that there is no threat to us at all?" I purposefully let my annoyance out, trying to get a point across.

Jace glanced over, tightening his arm currently around my shoulders. We were in his room, watching the avengers at the moment, and the tension was evident. "Who said you needed permission? I've been waiting for you to say something for a good hour." He tried to cover up his mood, but I wasn't going to let him get away with it tonight.

"I will only say this once: whatever has you pissed off, you can tell me about it. There is no need to brood over it while trying to be happy for my sake." I thought a good poke to the chest wouldn't hurt, but he grabbed my hand before I could return it too my side.

"You really want to know why I'm like this?" He didn't even blink as he said it.

I nodded, turning myself towards him. "Yes. As someone who cares about your well being and trusts you to tell the truth, I want to know."

He finally turned his head, eyeing me down. "Helping his brother pick out magazines, or whatever you call them, was fine. It was cute actually. But talking to Lance like he was a decent person did not sit well with me. It was too casual for comfort really."

I raised an eyebrow, trying to control my temper. "But isn't he a human being who just happens to make ginormous mistakes? He was trying to be a good big brother today. In fact, I helped his brother partially because the kid didn't need to see a pissing match." Jace started to break out of his mood as soon as he saw my face. "And I would assume, as a brother yourself, you would want to be as good of a role model as you could also."

He sighed, dropping his head. "I'm an asshole. Or am I the only one who thinks I am sometimes?"

I laughed, shaking my head. "Oh, believe me, you are an asshole. But I know you are a great guy too so don't be too hard on yourself, even if you have your more despicable moments."

Our eyes met and he began to melt back to himself: the sarcastic, prideful person I fell in love with. "Have I ever told you how much I love you?"

His hands cupped my face as he leaned over, the movie playing in the background.

"Do I have permission to kiss you, or no?"

"You always do." I whispered, running my hand through his hair.

But I won't say what happened after that.

Jon's POV

Sadie looked over at me from her side of the booth, casually munching on her salad. The look on her face said everything was fine, but her eyes told a different story.

"How were classes today?" I tried to break the tension, stabbing the lettuce in front of me.

She sighed, crossing her arms. Curse her instincts. "Jonathon, I am painfully aware of the tension right now, but maybe asking what is wrong would be a much better question."

When she was in a serious mood I knew not to do anything stupid and talk to her. But I was almost afraid to ask. Sadie was never this blunt unless it was something horrible.

"Then tell me what is wrong because I am a little scared for whoever pissed you off."

Her fork almost pierced the plate when she slammed it into her salad. "So, you know Jeremy, right? The blonde superstar of the senior class? Well, he had the gusto today to slap my ass after training, right after you left. And, being myself, I slapped him so hard there was a mark on his cheek. But the coach took his side, didn't report it to the headmistress, and threatened to suspend me. I have to apologize to him on Monday, not the reverse. She's pretty damn sexist." Her eyes glowed as she went on. And I knew the climax would be an explosion at this rate. "Long story short, you need to notify your mother of what happened. I was never able to tell my side at all."

"If the coach really thinks you overreacted then she is wrong. I'm proud of you, and we will call my mom and explain what happened after we eat. Just please, for my sake, don't hide this kind of stuff from me ever again. Call me immediately after next time, I don't care if I'm in class or not."

Sadie nodded, prying the fork from the plate. "I will. Let's just hope that this place doesn't check their plates condition extensively. I know I left a mark."

We laughed, grinning from ear to ear when our waiter took the salad plates away. Tonight wouldn't be a disaster after all.

Izzy's POV

We walked back to the Alec's room in silence, both of us in shock from all of the secrets we heard. But maybe being stuck under there hadn't been such a bad thing. At least we had escaped before Lance got out of the shower.

Alec said something, breaking my trance.

"Huh?"

"I said maybe you should go to your room and let me deal with Lance if he decides to retaliate." His hand was around his door handle, visibly trying to shake it open. "Geez, Jace…"

"What's wrong? Shouldn't I stay with you until you get in."

"That's a big IF honestly. And if Lance decides to come out of his room anytime soon, possibly angry, I'd rather not have you here in the open." He sighed, looking at the door. "Jace! Open UP!"

"I've got this." I, resentfully, took a hair pin from my under hair and stuck it in the lock, shoving Alec aside. He watched with a skeptic glaze, glancing between our current location and the one we had been stuck in for two hours. Eventually it clicked open, but we regretted even coming in.

Clothes littered the floor, including a pair of boxers and panties, one pair I knew well. I raced in front of Alec, finding two very naked people asleep under Jace's comforter. I guess sex wore them out. But I couldn't control the volume of Alec as he screamed, probably waking up the entire hall.

"WHAT THE FUCK!" Alec looked ready to charge over and smack both of them.

Jace's head popped up first, his eyes bugging out. Then Clary's came up, only to hide a second later somewhere under the covers.

"Um, hey. Where have you guys been all day?" Jace didn't move from the bed for obvious reasons so I pulled out my phone, taking photos for evidence. "Izzy, could you not?"

Clary groaned from under the covers. "I second that motion." She knew me too well.

Alec didn't waste anytime lecturing them though. "Clarissa, what would Jon think? He would be furious right now. And Jonathon, I'm glad you two are comfortable with doing things like this, but please try to refrain from doing it here, or at least tell us that you are going to be having sex before we walk in. What were you two thinking?"

"Says the virgin," Jace sarcastically muttered.

But Alec didn't take it too well. "We both know no one in this room is a virgin. And it is not the time to make jokes like that, especially coming from you. Also…"

"ALEXANDER LIGHTWOOD! WHERE ARE YOU?!" We all froze, looking towards the cracked doorway. Jace and Clary got somewhat dressed in the thirty seconds before he entered, him throwing her clothes as we raced to lock the door.

"Alec, did you…?" I was about to ask before the door gave way.

Lance marched in, his head resembling a drunken hair cut with only splotches of hair intact. "This is not funny. And, just so you know…" He went mute as he looked over at the bed, both of them looking guilty of a crime that could only be assumed. But, in a very angry Lance like fashion, he focused back on his point. "What the fuck do you call this catastrophe?"

"Red and orange cat hair via one one squirt of Nair and a fourth of each color per bottle." Alec said, stepping in front of me.

"You don't understand, as usual. None of you do! I'm meeting my parents for brunch in a few days so they can check in on my brother. How will I explain this?" Yeah, our timing was quite unfortunate for him, but that was a good thing too.

"Just shave it off, they'll just think you have gotten serious about your school work with a shaved head." Clary surprising commented from behind us, her appearance almost normal looking.

"Says the girl who just gave up her virginity to a loser." Lance commented back. He looked alarmed a second later when she walked up to my side.

"You really shouldn't have said that." Alec warned, stepping away from us, towards Jace, who was walking to Clary's side as well.

"I'll answer for her for a moment, Lance, because I know what I say will be much nicer than her response." Jace snarled, glaring at Lance. "I'm not the one who sent a girl to hospital after raping her. So, by default, I'm not the loser here, you are."

Sizing the two boys up, I could see that Jace would win this: physical or mental. But, as screwed up as his past was, Lance had dug his hole deep. But the bigger question was: were we going to survive the rest of the year at this rate?

Hey! I know it's been a while, but all things considering...I'm happy to have finished this chapter. College really doesn't allow for that much free time sometimes. But I wanted to get a new chapter posted today. And, boom, here it is.

Basic Info:

.This is basically me trying to show some realistic issues and be funny at the same time.

.I will be trying to update the rest soon.

.I really appreciate the follows I've gotten while on an educational hiatus.

Questions:

.What will happen next?

.Will they tell Jon?

.Is there any pity for Lance at all?

Quick Note:

I just want to thank everyone for reading this and leaving constructive comments, along with the nice ones. It means a lot when you put yourself out there, especially on the internet, and find that people like what you do. It's a real confidence booster. So, just a big thank you to everyone following this. I appreciate every view and comment I get. And I mean that.

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