Izzy POV

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* these characters belong to Cassandra Clare

Izzy POV

"JACE!" I scream down the hall, "WHAT DID YOU DO WITH IT?!"

"With what?" he asks in mock innocence as he pokes his head out the door to his room, which is two doors away from mine.

"Oh don't give me that crap," I say angrily, "I know you took it!"

"What are you yelling about Izzy? Its 8 in the morning." Alec asks, sounding tired, opening the door to his room across the hall from mine. He looks exhausted, which probably means I woke him up with my shouting, but right now I'm to mad to care.

"HE," I say to Alec, pointing to Jace, who is now leaning against his doorframe. "HE took my whip!"

"The gold one that you often wear as a bracelet?" Jace asks half sarcastic, half mocking.

"Yes, now shut up." I tell him.

"Oh wait!" Jace says, "what party were you planning on going to, causing you to need it to wear as jewelry? Because I might go. I've been wanting to go to a party lately."

"ACTUALLY, if you MUST know, I was going to train, SO SHUT UP AND GIVE IT BACK!" I scream.

"I told you, I don't have it!" He yells back. I turn back to Alec.

"Jace," he says, rolling his eyes, "give the whip back to Izzy."

"WHAT?" he yells, "YOU'RE TAKING IZZY'S SIDE?! My own parabati, not taking my side!" He says dramatically, clutching his chest, "WHAT KIND OF CRUEL WORLD ARE WE LIVING IN?!"

"Jace," Alec says, rolling his eyes, "I'm taking Izzy's side because I SAW you take it and bring it into your room yesterday, so I know you have it."

"What...but...when...HOW?!" Jace asks, acting speechless.

"Jace," Alec says, "you are honestly one of the least subtle people I've ever met. You should really work on it." I laugh.

Jace just glares at him, then me, and walks back into his room. About a minute later, Jace comes out of his room with a gold object in his hand.

"HERE." He says angrily, throwing it at me. He turns around and storms back into his room and slams the door.

I turn to look at Alec and he's laughing. I'm laughing too.

"Dramatic much?" I say to him grinning. This just makes him laugh harder. He shakes his head and walks back into his room, closing the door behind him.

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⏰ Last updated: Jul 20, 2014 ⏰

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