Better Than Revenge

Disclaimer: All characters belong to Cassandra Clare, except for a few OCs.

Photo above or at the side (depends on what you're using) is how I imagine Clary's new room
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Previously on Better Than Revenge:
"Who are they?"
"You'll find out soon enough"
"Dylan. Dylan Landmeyer."
"The name's Kazuma Westcarter."
"You think we'll hold up okay here?"
"Yeah. I think we're going to be just fine."

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Chapter 11

Jace

"You look like shit," Magnus said for what seemed to be the thirteenth time today. And yes, Jace has been counting.

"I know. You don't have to keep reminding me," a tired Jace answered, sounding fairly irritated.

"And smell like it too," He added that caused Jace to fight the urge to knock the warlock's lights out.

Magnus, you better be thanking allthe angels and the depths of hell that you're my parabatai's boyfriend he thought as a vain popped on his forehead.

"Give him some slack. He's been like that since the break up," Alec told his immortal boyfriend, making Magnus look at Jace in deep thought.

"Hhm, and how long has that been?" He asked.

"Five days, I think," Isabelle answered from the coach, her chin rested on her palm.

"You should go eat someting, shadowhunter. And I'm not saying this because I care about you, I'm teling you this because it'll affect Alec," Magnus said, making Alec blush.

"So technically you still care what happens to him," Alec mused.

"Oh spare me the PDA," Jace whined.

"Don't go all anti-love on them, Jace. It's not their fault," Isabelle said, getting up from her seat.

"I don't think it's anyone's fault though, if you ask me," Jordan said, joining the conversation. To be honest, they actually forgot he was there in the first place.

"Which no one did," Jace countered.

"Ugh. Why do I even bother," Jordan rolled his eyes and lied back down on the floor.

"Anywaaay, guys, have any of you been able to contact Clary?" Isabelle asked.

Everyone in the room gave the other expectant looks.

"Hey don't look at me, I'm the last person she wants to talk to, or want to talk to her for that matter," Jace said, raising his hands in the air.

"Wow. You talk like yours the one who had their heart shattered to a gajillion pieces," Alec said.

"What is your problem with me these days?!" An extremely fed up Jace exclaimed, glaring at the people in he room.

"Nothing. It's not everyday Jace Herondale is vulnerable to such easy pissing," Magnus answered, observing his nails.

"Oh yeah? Well to better enjoy it while it lasts," the blonde shadowhunter said, leaning back on his chair.

"What about Simon? Has anybody heard from him?" Isabelle asked, loolin around.