Okay, so some points of interest for this "story" which really isn't a story:
1. These are, as the title says, outtakes from Misery Loves Glamour. What that means (to me) is that they are little snippets of scenes that I thought were very interesting, but didn't fit in with the grande scheme of the overall story. However, I loved them so much that I wanted to share them with you.
2. As per number one, these are snippets. Ergo, they are not full length chapters, so don't expect 3,000 words for each one. Some might be that long, but most will be shorter. Quality, not quantity.
3. A lot of these will focus on the other characters, since the story focuses more on Malec. I do not claim to be an awesome writer by any means, but I do know that I write Magnus/Alec better than I write any other character. So don't freak out if it's not up to par with my other stories…*goofygrin*
4. I STILL WANT REVIEWS! I very much want to know what you guys think of these little things, because if no one reviews/likes them/wants them, I'll stop doing them. I do it for you guys, not for me. I could write them down for me, but I won't go to the trouble of posting them if you guys aren't interested. So, it's in your best interest to review!
Okay, now on with the funtimes!
I don't own any of the characters used here. I just own what you don't recognize.
This scene is probably of interest to some people. I don't particularly like Jace, so my Jace is somewhat of an asshole. He is, you'll see, slowly reformed over the course of MLG, but for now he's just an ass. Simple as that. That being said, I don't particularly adore Clary either, but I like the idea of a strong heroine. So, I made her a feisty little bitch with an attitude, to counteract Jace's full-of-himself-ness.
This scene was alluded to in MLG, but I figured you guys wanted to know what actually went down when Jace got kicked out of Cherry Bomb and he and Clary went home. Some of you were like, "OMG why would Clary ditch Simon for Jace?" Well, she's not big on confrontation…in public, that is. Get her alone, and she'll rip you to shreds.
The backseat of the taxi was thick with silence. Jace was on one side, scowling and pouting for not being able to smack that little weasel into next week, and Clary was on the other side, livid and fuming and waiting for space to let Jace have it. She'd ordered the driver to take her home first, since she just wanted to punch something and she needed her own pillows to do that before she punched something else…valuable. She was never really the angry, fighting type, but this time it had gone too far. She hated drunken boys, even more than she hated drunken bimbos.
About 45 excruciatingly silent minutes later, they pulled up in front of Clary's house, a nondescript brownstone. Jace sat there steaming, while Clary immediately reached for the door, heaving herself out and damn near running for her door. She was about to explode, and no one better be in her way. But that didn't work out how she'd planned.
Jace bolted out of the car and made a b-line for her. He looked angry still. Good for him.
"What the fuck were you thinking, huh?" he yelled at her. "Why didn't you just let me clock him and be done with it?"
She whirled around, dumbfounded that he was pinning this on her. "You're seriously asking me why I didn't let you punch my best friend in the face? You're really asking me that?" she was trying to keep her voice down, but she couldn't help letting it rise to the occasion.
"He was shoving his tongue down my sister's throat!" he yelled.
"Along with the rest of Manhattan!" Clary countered. This seemed to make Jace madder. Well, he deserved it, and it was partially true.
"Watch what you say about my sister," he said darkly.
"Fine," she relented. "Maybe not the rest of Manhattan, but still. Isabelle is a grown woman, and she can kiss who she wants! It's not like they were screwing!"
"I don't care! She's better than that piece of shit!"
"Don't you even go there with me. Simon is a better man than you will ever be! At least he didn't want to have a throwdown in the middle of a club!"
"Yeah, which means he's a pussy, but he's smart 'cause he knows I'll knock the shit out of him." Jace was pacing back and forth and yelling at the top of his lungs, obviously not caring who heard or saw. Clary was past the point of caring altogether. She'd thought this guy would be different, since that's what he'd preached to her after she turned him down at her art show. He said he was a lot different from how the media portrayed him to be. He wasn't a player with no heart. He could hang with a fringe girl like her. And most importantly, he wasn't the short tempered asshat that all the articles labeled him as. Fat lot of truth there was in that.
"I'm warning you, Jace Lightwood. I don't give a damn who you are, I will go off on you," she said, lowering her voice.
"You aren't anyone! You're just an artist who's still at the bottom. You're lucky to be seen with me," he sneered. Oh, this was it.
"Am I? How come you're the one who called me up and invited me to go out with you? How come you're the one who was so desperate to prove that you weren't the asshole that E! portrays you to be. Which, by the way, you're doing the world's shittiest job of proving right now. Why is it that you're the one who's chasing after me, if I'm so unworthy of your presence?"
"Well, let's just say I thought you'd be good for my image. I've dated all these hot models and stuff, but I honestly thought I could use some humanitarian cred. So, I picked up on the ugly artist girl," he said. He only flinched a little, showing that he was just saying it to be exceptionally cruel, but he'd said it nonetheless. That was the last straw.
"Is that really what you think?" she asked, walking up to him.
"I think you're lucky to be with an Adonis like me," he said, looking down his nose at her small frame. She looked him in the eye for a second longer, then cocked back her fist and let it fly. He never knew what was coming. Her knuckles connected with his left eye and cheekbone, causing a sharp pain to shoot up her arm. But she didn't care. She didn't even hop around holding it and screaming like she wanted to. She stood her ground and watch as he bent over and rubbed his eye and whined quietly, obviously trying to suppress it.
She wasn't even happy. She hadn't wanted to lose this new guy that might have been good for her. They'd had some great times, and to tell the truth she'd been pretty smitten with him. He seemed like a shallow asshole at first, but she had come to give him a chance and get to know him, and he'd turned out to be quite the sensitive bear. But now it seemed they'd come full circle and were back to the beginning, and he was proving every single one of her suspicions right. She wanted to cry and ask him why on earth he let himself be like that. She knew they were both saying things for the sake of the fight, but she'd meant every word. She only hoped that he didn't, because they hurt.
She figured he would be even more livid when he lifted his head, but he looked at her and his face softened. "Clary, I…" It was then that she realized she was crying. Her face was red and blotchy, and she didn't give a damn. She just turned away toward her front door, leaving him there on the sidewalk.
"Clary, wait! Clary I'm sorry!" he called, but she was already inside. He beat his fists on the door for a good 20 minutes after that, while she lay slumped against it on the inside, listening to his pleas. Let him be sorry. He'd pushed her to the edge.
There you have it. It's short and there was more to the night, but this was the only important part. You'll see later in MLG how Jace sees the situation. I promise he's not an ass forever. She awakened him, because he didn't expect anything like what just happened from her.
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