...Forever (COMPLETED)

Behind the school

DISCLAIMER: I OWN NOTHING
MAX POV
    Magnus's words have me new hope. I ran upstairs to Owen's room. I open the door. Instead of seeing Owen in his room playing video games or reading a comic book or anything normal, he was kissing Sophia. Her hands were in his hair and his hands were on her waist. "Oh....sorry...your mom said you were upstairs....I just didn't know you were busy," I gulp. I guess I know how owen feels every single time he see's me kiss Max.....what have I been doing to him?! This hurts too much to bear...I walk backwards and eventually leave. My phone rings. I answer it.
     "Hello?" I ask.
     "Max? It's almost time for the rehearsal wedding....I hope you're ready to go to the chapel," My mom says.

IZZY POV
     "Isabelle...your baby is ok," relief goes through my body. "But you have got to stop stressing! It's horrible for the baby! You're killing your baby Isabelle! You have to stop!" The doctor says.
       "But...I'm getting married...." I say.
      "Then let someone else take care of the stress...you're pregnant Isabelle....you have to stop with the stress or this baby will die...."
        "Ok....I will.." I tell the doctor. "Promise," I say.

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CLARY POV
     I was sitting next to Jace and Justin at the chapel. Tension was everywhere. Izzy and Simon had thick tension. Izzy told us the baby was ok, but she couldn't have stress. So I volunteered to take care of the wedding with Pixy. Roxy and Pixy also has their own tension. Honestly everyone has tension except Kasey, Juniper and a few of the adults. The doors open and in comes all of our tension. Mallory, Daphne, Jordan and a girl I didn't know. Jordan was my best friend in France...she helped me re invent myself....but almost killing Izzy's baby was unforgivable...even if she didn't know Izzy was pregnant. She still knew they were engaged. The priest hurries to explain how the wedding would go and then leaves us in the church, running out the back door screaming something in Spanish 'Ay Dios mío! Ayúdame librarme de esta tensión del diablo!' (Oh dear god! Help me liberate myself from this tension from hell!) I get up and walk up to Mallory, knowing that I'm probably the one to blame for her appearing here.
     "What the hell are you doing here?!" I ask grabbing her sleeve. She was dressing like a skank. She had tight black jeans with high heels and a small leather jacket with a small shirt.
       "I'm just enjoying the wedding...why?" Mallory asks.
       "No! You're destroying it! Stop it!" I tell her. "Izzy's pregnant....ok? Stop giving her stress or you'll end up killing an innocent child!" I tell Mallory. Mallory scoffs.
       "You think I care? I'm not the killer here! You are!" Mallory tells me. "You almost killed me!"
        "What the hell are you talking about?!" I ask.
         "I was suicidal for years! Dad always told me about how amazing you were! How much better you were! Just because I had sex behind my high school with a killer doesn't mean I'm not a good daughter!"
"You has sex behind a high school? With a serial killer?!" I ask.
"Hey! You have NO ROOM TO JUDGE! You had sex in a tent! And in a public restroom! Both times with different guys! WHO WERE RELATED!" Mallory yells. "At least I was decent enough to make sure they weren't related!"