hidden feelings//a.l

•chapter seven•

CLARY WAS DRIVING, due to the only one with a mundane license, with Jace sat next to her and the others in the back. Alec and Izzy on the sofa and Shay standing up, holding onto the back of Clary's seat.

"Why on earth is there only one freaking sofa in the back of this van gingersnap? I am going to die."

Instead of replying, Clary drove right over a pot hole causing Shay to fly backwards and hit her head against the door. Clary smirked while Shay sent a glare into the back of her seat.

"I swear to god, Clary, if you drive over another pot hole I will take that gear stick and shove it so far up your arse that-"

She didn't have time to finish her threat as Alec had grabbed her hand and placed her in his lap, using his arms to secure her, making sure she wasn't going to be thrown around any longer. Shay's heartbeat quickened and her parabatai threw a wink her way, knowing exactly how Shay felt.

"You say a word Izzy and I will burn your wardrobe."

Izzy just smirked at Shay, knowing that it was an empty threat, she was just trying to avoid the situation at hand. Alec, who quite enjoyed Shay sitting on his lap, decided to have some fun, and get her back from all the teasing he's become a victim to. He tightened is grip around her waist slightly, and began to lower his head to her neck. Shay could feel his hot breath against her neck and it took all of her self control not to moan, Alec just had that effect on her body. He began to place light kisses along her neck, up her jaw and towards her ear and he placed a kiss just under it. Shay let out a small whimper, not being able to control herself when she felt Alec suddenly stop and sit back. He was sat smirking at the reaction he got from the strawberry blonde sat on his lap. Shay stared at him, her cheeks red, silently questioning why he stopped.

"We're here."

Shay sighed and got up, opening the door of the van and stepping out, not bothering to wait for Alec, she was still trying to get over what happened in the van. Izzy followed suit and held her parabatai's hand, while her phone was in the other.

"Whose grave is it?"

"Mary Milligan, born January 10th 1802, died January 10th 1878."

"Woah, thats a worse present than what I get you guys for your birthday, and they're bad presents."

Still holding onto her parabatai's hand, Shay walked behind Jace who was leading the group, with Clary next to him, still clueless.

"Wait, what are we looking for?"

"Cache of weapons, stashed here with Mrs Milligan."

"Why are there shadowhunter weapons in a churchyard?"

"Because all of the ancient religions recognise demons. Or at least they used to."
"Wow you really are clueless about this world aren't you redhead."