Chapter 11

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"I am not wearing those," Alec said, his voice firm, as he eyed the glittery swim shorts Isabelle was holding up to him. "You sided with Satan's offspring," Isabelle said, using Clary's favourite nickname for Jace. "Given, that was a bad decision, but still, you lost."

Alec groaned, as Jace laughed. Clary came into the kitchen a moment later, holding up a pair of rainbow swim shorts, with glitter all over them. Magnus had just helped her customize them-especially for Satan's offspring. "I wouldn't laugh, if I were you," Clary said, showing off the swim shorts. Jace paled, staring at the swim shorts. "Please tell me those are for Alec," he said.

Clary gave him a sort of sympathetic look. "You wish," she said. He fell into the couch, and groaned, along with Alec. "You could have sided with us," Magnus said, as he strode into the room. "But, you chose friendship," he shrugged.

Clary and Isabelle stood in front of the boys, showing off the glittery swim shorts. "Why don't you just put them on, get it over with?" Isabelle asked, sounding bored, as she leaned against the counter. "Because," Jace started, before Alec held up a hand to silence him. "Shut up, would you? You blew this for us, and now we need to suffer. Namely you," he said, as he stood up, and took the swim shorts from Isabelle. "That is why mine are black and glittery, and why yours are rainbow and glittery."

"See," Magnus said. "Alec is being a good sport about loosing."

Jace mumbled something about how he hated all of them, and grabbed the swim shorts from Clary, and going up to his room, presumably to get changed. Next, Clary was dragged up the stairs by Isabelle, who-oddly-was grinning like she just won the lottery. "Izzy," Clary said. "Why are you grinning like that? It's creeping me out."

Isabelle shook her head slightly, and she stopped grinning, but it came back a moment later. It was like the grin would split her face open, it was so wide. "Seriously, tell me," Clary demanded, as Isabelle pushed open the bedroom door, with little effort. "Nothing-it's nothing," Isabelle said, pressing her lips together, trying not to grin again. Clary scowled at her, as she threw a bathing suit at Clary.

Clary pulled it off her head, and examined it. It was the emerald bikini she had worn only a few days ago. Isabelle pulled her ruby-coloured one, and Clary realized Isabelle may have just done that on purpose. "Well," Isabelle prompted. "Get changed."

"Oh," Clary said, as she stumbled ungracefully to the bathroom, shutting the door behind herself.

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Isabelle still wore that dopey-yet creepy-grin as they walked to the beach. Alec and Jace were clad in their glittery swim shorts, and girls laughed, whenever they passed-some bold enough not to cover their mouths, as they laughed. "Seriously," Clary said, watching Isabelle, keeping her distance, in case she was going to snap and pull out a knife-because that's what it looked like. "Why are you grinning like that?" Clary demanded.

Isabelle just shook her head, laughing, as they laid out their towels on the beach. Magnus raised an eyebrow in question, and mouthed, why is she doing that? to Clary. She could only shrug in response. Isabelle was practically jumping out of her skin, as she tried to contain something, but Clary just couldn't figure out what it was. "Isabelle Sophia Lightwood, if you don't tell me why the hell you're grinning like that, I will wreck your whole makeup collection," Clary threatened, as Isabelle's jaw hit the sand. Jace was looking down at himself in disgust, as Alec tried to brush the glitter off his swim shorts-unfortunately for him, the glitter was water proof.

"Fine," Isabelle huffed, crossing her arms over her chest. But as soon as she started talking, her face lit up with excitement. She grabbed Clary's hands, holding them. "Don't be mad," she warned, and Clary groaned, tilting her head to look at the sky, as if asking God to save her. "But," Isabelle continued slowly, as Clary waited impatiently. "Do you remember that really hot guy you danced with last night?"

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