Wᴀʀ ᴏꜰ Hᴇᴀʀᴛs 𖦹 ᴍᴀʟᴇᴄ 𖦹 || WTS

Chapter 3

Arlo's POV

[ FRAY RESIDENCE ]

[ Jaila, Clary, and James arrived at the Fray residence laughing with giant smiles on there faces. Jaila walked up and grabbed the threshold of the door, while sliding in the room as Clary walked in first and James second. ]

JAILA : Oh, Dottalitcious.

[ James elbowed my side which made Jaila playfully glare at him with a grumble. ]

JAILA : Bitch

[ Jaila shoved him away making James stumble to the side, playfully glaring at her back. Clary was looking back at the duo with a grin.

CLARY : Hey dot.

DOT : Hey.

CLARY : How's your future looking?"

[ Clary looked down at the tarot cards while placing her stuff down. ]

DOT : Not as good as yours. Both of yours.

[ Dot sent a wink Jaila's way which made her blush slightly though it was barely visible due to her caramel complexion. James looked at Jaila with wiggling brows, She stuck her tongue out at him making him nudge her. ]

DOT : The tarot cards tell me you got into the advance program.

CLARY : And "by tarot cards" you mean Simon's twitter account?

DOT : Okay, [She rolled her eyes ] I follow him. Turns out predicting the future with tarot cards is very complicated.

[ James and Jaila shared a glance as Dot flips over a tarot card that has the Mortal cup inside. ]

"Wait," Clary turned around, "so you guys knew that, that was the mortal cup but didn't tell anyone."

"Yea, but I mean we couldn't exactly trust you all at first," I answered to the group, glancing over to James and Brianna, "We also knew you had to discover a lot of things on your own, like your special Shadowhunter abilities." I directed that to Clary. She nodded hesitantly slightly understanding our motives.

"But also because your bitch of a mother didn't want you knowing shit." Brianna murmured to herself making the ones with super hearing plus me and James to laugh a little.

JAILA {MUMBLING} : She is not slick in the slightest, we know it's the cup.

[ James who was beside her, let out a snort while nodding. ]

DOT : But I do see a birthday present in your future.

[ Dot bent down and pulled up a birthday gift from down on the floor. In the background, Jaila stretched her hand out, leaning forward slowly as if She was about to sneakingly grab the tarot card that held the mortal cup. James slapped the back of Jaila's hand which made her recoil it back with a pout. ]

JAILA {WHISPERING} : But it looks cool.

JAMES {WHISPERING} : You already stole some of the cups [ pointing his thumb to the cups down on the glass shelf. ]

JAMES {WHISPERING}: Don't forget you stole—

[ Jaila quickly clamped my hand over James mouth, sending a glare at him. ]