{The Mortal Instruments Fanfiction}
"You're not really in love with me, it isn't real. I feel like I've stolen you from someone... extraordinary." I tell the man in front of me with tears blurring my vision which only makes them worse because I desp...
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I love this feeling, But i hate this part.
~ The Wombats
(typos... soz)
{Alec}
"Is your friend alright?" A pretty brunette I'd already forgotten the name of asks to my left, her defined eyebrows furrowed very slightly and a crease forming between them in her pale skin. She's looking at the blonde in question like she can feel his pain somehow but isn't exactly impressed with how he's dealing with it. Or maybe Jace was just making whatshername uncomfortable because she was gorgeous and had been throwing herself at him all night and he hadn't shown any interest at all.
Surprisingly, Jace was quite picky when it came to his rebounds partly because he could afford to be but also, in my opinion, because he needed a particular itch scratched and only one type of girl could do that for him. Recently it had been redheads, exclusively, which was beginning to worry me.
"He's fine," i lie to her which comes easier to me when I've had a few too many "he's just not interested." I raise my voice and her 'concerned' look quickly switches to one of mild irritation "well does he have to be such an asshole about it?" She asks before storming away from me in her expensive red bottoms. Fabulous taste in shoes but men, not so much. I pay no mind to that, when you're wingman to someone who definitely doesn't need one the questions become repetitive. I watch him weave his way through the crowd, the corner of his mouth pulled up in an attractive half smile when he turns towards me, balancing three drinks in two hands and looks around when he begins to get closer.
He leans in when he can find a surface to rest the drinks on and i catch a whiff of his diesel aftershave "Where's Samantha?" He asks into my ear. So that was her name. In all fairness i had informed her i was as gay as they came when she first began flirting with us and she had barely spoken to me since so i wasn't confident she was that great a person anyway.
"She got pissed off that you didn't want to sleep with her and left." I admit and watch him sigh "I bought her a drink to apologise for snapping at her before but she was very persistent." He explains, the harsh light in here turning the bags under his eyes into canyons. I had no idea when the last time he had slept had been but he'd been like this for at least three days.
I'd tried intervening before when he had gotten himself into similar states and it really hadn't ended well so i had learned to be supportive and allow him to tire himself out. But his mini not quite mid-life crisis didn't seem to be calming down at all. He seemed to be a freight train at the minute. Then again, I'd never seem him as worked up about a girl as he had been about Clary over the years. Usually he got over people in mere hours.
My phone vibrates in my jean pocket as Jace knocks back both his and Samantha's drinks and i fish it out, the lock screen burning my eyes in the dimly lit bar. It was just after eleven which didn't surprise me when i saw who the text was from.
