The Shadowhunters

Ideas and Thoughts

Will threw another dart at the dartboard, hitting the wall next to it. "Your aim sucks, Will," Gabriel smirked as he hit the

cue ball at the purple number nine. He was versing Gideon, his twin, though he was losing horribly.

"Says the boy who's losing every pool match," Will scoffed.

"You're the one who has five darts stuck in the wall," Gabriel said, rolling his eyes.

"Both of you, shut up and let me win this," Gideon said, leaning over the pool table. Will and Gabriel simultaneously rolled their eyes.

"You all are giving me a headache, you know," Jem said as he turned the page in his book.

"I'm not done with you Jem. Why in the Angel's name would you side with that girl?" Will asked, glaring sharply at his best friend. Jem only chuckled lightly and continued reading.

"It's called being fair, Will. You should try it sometimes," Jem said, keeping his eyes on the pages.

Will scowled before returning to his darts. Once again, he missed, hitting the wall next to the board.

Will retrieved the darts from the wall and angrily, punched the wall, leaving a hole in it. "Will, you realize this is school property right?" Jem asked, looking up from his book. His

legs were crossed as he looked up at Will, amused.

Yes, they were in the school, a lounge specially reserved for them. There was a bar, a flat screen, couches – it was all decked out. The power of the Shadowhunters – and the

absolute joke of a principal was so easy to manipulate.

One threat, and an entire lounge – probably bigger than little Tessa's entire house – was given to the Shadowhunters. It was often their hangout, where no one dared to enter

without permission.

"Whatever. You know Freed would never do anything even if we burn the Institute down," Will said. He plopped onto the leather couch, putting his feet on Jem's lap who was sitting

on the other end of the couch. Will kicked Jem's book aside, lying down and putting his hands behind his head, supporting it.

"You know, you aren't that nice, William," Jem said, looking at Will.

"But you're still here," Will shrugged, smiling at his best friend.

"I treat you way too nice, don't I?" Jem laughed.

"That's a fact right there," Gabriel chuckled. "Everybody treats Prince Will way too nicely."

"That's why we have Theresa Gray – isn't it?" Gideon said, eyes still on the cue ball.

Will snarled at her name. "Feisty one, isn't she?" Gabriel said. "Think I should go for her, Will?"

Will was up in a flash. "You shut up," he growled.

"No, Gabe," Gideon drawled. "I got dibs." Then Will ran to Gabriel and Gideon, aiming to punch them both. But the Lightwood brothers were ready. They ducked out of reach and

high fived each other. "A little too slow, Will," Gideon laughed.

"Oh come on, Gideon," Jem said, standing up at last.

"Thank you, James," Will sighed. "Someone who is mature and wise."

"I called dibs before you did," Jem barked, laughing and ducking out of Will's reach.

"You absolute…" Will started.

"Don't swear, Will. Not in a church," Gabriel winked. The Institute was an old church, it was true, but playing that card on Will was just low. And the three Shadowhunters ran