High School


"Simon, you've got to do it. It'll be super romantic."
"No, it's going to be super pathetic and she's going to laugh at me. Best case scenario, she'll say yes out of pity."
"Simon, just shut up and do it. You've liked her for forever, right?"
Simon shuffled uncomfortably. "Kind of."
Clary rolled her eyes at him. "You've totally been in love with her since she set foot into this school. So just take these flowers and ask her to prom." She shoved a bouquet of roses into his chest.
"She doesn't even know that I exist." He shoved the bouquet back at her.
"You sit behind her in English."
"She's never going to say yes."
"She likes you."
He blinked at her. "Where did that come from?"
"I've caught her looking at you."
"Yeah, out of pity."
Clary sighed impatiently. "Out of love."
"That's wishy-washy movie bull, and you know it."
"Just do it, Simon."
"Thanks, but no thanks."
"C'mon Simon, why not? What's the worst thing that could happen? Rejection? Humiliation? No one's going to remember any of that in five years. Besides, we're going to college next year. It's a fresh start, so you might as well do something risky this year. And she might not even reject you." She held the bouquet out at him. "Screw the consequences. Live a little."
He looked at the slightly crushed roses. "I'm so going to regret this." He looked up at his best friend. "What do I say?"
Clary laughed as she handed the roses to Simon.


After Simon came up with a crappy speech and Clary had made him rehearse it a thousand times, she'd given him the roses and sent him on his way to find Isabelle Lightwood. The school was empty, as everyone had left an hour ago when school had finished. But Simon knew that Isabelle would still be around, since she was a cheerleader and cheerleaders had practice afterschool. (He knew this because his sister, who graduated last year, had also been a cheerleader.) He wandered near the field where the cheerleaders practiced, holding the crushed roses that had also gotten a bit limp. Simon doubted that Isabelle would agree to go to prom with him, but it was worth a shot, right? At least it'd get Clary off of his back.
He took a deep breath as he took the turn that would lead him outside, to where the cheerleaders practiced. Maybe Clary was right. Maybe she wouldn't reject him.
As he opened the door, his heart fell through his stomach. On the field, a tall footballer was kneeling in front of Isabelle, with a giant poster. He watched as she covered her face in surprise and nodded her head. Sighing, he threw the roses into a nearby trash can and headed home.
I guess it wasn't meant to be.


A/N: New story! Hopefully this one will suck less.

I don't know if I'm going to post regularly, since I've got a very busy summer ahead of me. Hopefully I'll still update some, but for now, here's the first chapter of something I plan to work on. This is just the introduction, so you'll have to wait a bit for the actual plot to come around.

I'll also be going back and editing Just Another Clace AU, so don't worry; there will be changes made to that story soon. (Although I don't know if I'm actually going to make any plot changes; I'm too lazy and too busy.) But for now, since I don't feel like going through my crappy writing, here's a chapter of a Sizzy fic.

Enjoy!

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