Simon's not a vampire yet. Everyone else is still a Shadowhunter or Warlock, Faerie, Werewolf, Vampire.
Simon watches from the bench inside the movie theatre. Jace is dropping Clary off. A little too late might he add. That's when Jace catches his eyes. He looks oddly furious. Though he hides it well from Clary. When she turns he lazily flips him off, then makes his way back where he came from.
It angers him. Probably shouldn't have, but he doesn't care. Suddenly he doesn't even want to talk to Clary. So with quick speed he flings himself inside the bathroom. Sadly Clary notices.
"Simon! Come out of there." She pounds on the door hard.
A passerby sends up a questioning glance.
He mouth's ex-girlfriend. Ha, take that Clary, he thinks. A wave of pleasure shoots through him when her pleas stop. After that he's quick to get home. Sadly his sister is waiting for him.
"Simon!" She sings from the bathroom.
"Yeah?" He says absently as he glanced through the mail.
Elijah rushes out to the living room in sweats and a large t-shirt. One of Simon's that says GOT GAME?. Yes, he'll admit that that's one of the lamest one's he has.
"I need to practice for beauty college. They told me to have a real person this time!" She claps her hands, "And I choose you!"
Simon's eyes widen.
A look of hurt passes over her face, "Fine. Never mind." She says barely above a whisper.
When she turns Simon rolls his eyes but the guilt already has him, "Alright. But nothing drastic."
/
By the time they're done Simon has a black Mohawk and the sides of his head are red.
"What the hell did you do to me?" He says slowly.
"I based your look off of Frank Iero! That's what the whole thing was about. Get a pic of a celebrity, or in your case, a really hot band boy, and do their hairstyle on your protégé."
"'Kay, first, I'm not your protégé. Second, why didn't you tell me? I look like a fucking emo kid!" He exclaims.
"A hot emo kid." She says guiltily.
"Ew." He whimpers.
She holds out her hand, ready to defend herself, "At least I got you that band boy look going!"
Simon puts his head in his hands, muttering expletives.
"And it's perfect for head-banging!" She offers.
Simon shakes his head, "I've got to go to school tomorrow like this. What do you think others are going to say? I'm literally going to be picked on to death."
"You know what, I'm going to take a picture of you and send it to my friend. She's brutally honest." Before he could say no she already had her pink cell-phone out and snapped a picture. With a whooshing sound, it sent.
The minute was excruciating. But finally a message came back.
"What did she say?" Simon said desperately. He moved forward to read it but Elijah moved it out of his eyesight. At least she had a comforting grin on, right?
"She said you look fucking hot. Well… those weren't her exact words." Elijah bit her lip. Finally, when she went off guard, Simon snatched it up.
He quickly scrolled to it and read it aloud, "That's the hottest fucking emo kid I've ever seen! I'd tap that! Who is it?" Simon's arms went limp and his head fell to the side.
"I'M NOT EMO!" He yelled.
"At least you're going to get laid!" She yelled back.
"Probably by the wrong sex!" He shot at her.
She seemed to take this in and then shrugged, "No difference."
The big event was when Simon's mom had gotten home. First reaction was to scream at him till the neighbors had to come over. Finally, when Simon could get a word in, he said that it was to help Elijah with her college and that he didn't know she was going to do it. As soon as he said the words help with her college it was completely fine. Which angered him deeply.
He sulked through dinner and clear up to eleven at night. However, after his long day, he eventually fell asleep, lying in his bed and staring up at the posters on his ceiling.
Simon awoke to the annoying buzzing of his cell-phone. Whoever is calling him this early is going to get an earful. Without looking at the screen he picked it up.
"Hello?" He said in a croaky morning voice.
"Good morning sunshine." It was Jace's sarcastic voice, suddenly he was serious, "Clary and I will be there in about a minute. We're taking you out and about-" Before he could finish Simon hung up on him.
"I'm so not in the mood for your bullshit, so you can walk your pretty little ass back to the Institute buddy." Simon growled to himself.
Angrily, he yanked the blankets up and over his head. But right after he did that his door busted open.
"Get up Simon-poo." Clary placed something down.
Next thing he knew he was being pulled by the feet out of his bed. He clung to the blanket in vain as he hit the ground.
"What's the matter? Got a zit?" Jace chuckled.
"You're so fucking funny." Simon shot back.
"Oh, someone's angry." Jace chuckled again.
Another person bounded in the room. His sister. The last person he ever wanted to see. She waved at Clary and Jace quickly before grabbing her brother by the feet and towing him out into the hardwood floor hallway. Jace and Clary followed. It was easy from there to get him to the bathroom.
"I gotta do your hair." She spit out when she yanked the blanket away.
Clary gasped.
Simon pulled his shirt up and over his head to cover his hair.
"What?" Jace said worriedly.
Clary pointed at Simon. He saw her through the mirror.
"What about him?"
"His hair…" She sounded horrified.
"Make them leave." Simon instructed.
Elijah pouted but did as told, "Can you guys, like, wait downstairs for five minutes. He'll be down by then, trust me."
They complied. So Elijah went to work. After the clouds of hairspray cleared and the smell of burning hair cleared Simon bolted out of there.
When he got inside his room he pulled on a baseball shirt that had the Foo Fighters symbol on the front. After that he pulled on a pair of light blue jeans with one rip in the knee.
Right when he was about to descend the beaten up wooden steps his sister attacked him.
"Picture! I need one for the class thing." She quickly snapped it. "Perfect!" Absently she kissed him on the check and went.
Disdainfully he wiped as his cheek. Surprisingly he found himself on the bottom floor. Clary had been waiting, not so patiently, and was staring wide-eyed at the stairs. Jace, who was picking up some family photo's, heard her audible gasp and turned around.
"Oh my god." Jace muttered.
"Yeah, yeah. Where are we going?" Simon responded.
/
They ended up at Taki's. Only he didn't know that Magnus, Alec, Isabelle, Jordan, and Maia were meeting them there. He shyly sat in the corner playing with the straw in his drink, ignoring the stares from them all.
"So why'd you cut it?" Isabelle asked normally.
"I didn't. My idiotic sister did without telling me what she was doing." Simon mumbled.
She shrugged, "It looks hot."
He scoffed, "Sure."
Maia was quick to agree, "No, it really does."
Even Jordan spoke up, "You're hot… for a dude."
That got a few laughs and seemed to brake the ice.
They ate, drank, and laughed. It was overall a good night. Clary ended up spending the night over at the Institute with Isabelle, as long as she swore on the Angel she wouldn't go anywhere near Jace's room to her mother. So Clary and Isabelle left early. Magnus and Alec were next, Magnus claiming that he was finally going to 'tap that'. After that were Maia and Jordan, heading back to 'chill' at their apartment.
"I guess…" Jace trailed off awkwardly.
"I guess that I'm going over to the Institute to play a mad game of Truth or Dare. Isabelle and Clary demanded me to through text." He waved his phone around.
Jace ignored him. Simon hurried to catch up with him, passing the kitchen and smelling… a pop-tart burning? He shook it out of his head and followed the blond out the door.
From here there walk was silent. Jace didn't speak a word. Simon wanted to but was, he's embarrassed to admit, afraid that Jace would hit him. Sticky garbage rolled by their feet and smoke escaped a few sewer holes.
Simon could see the Institute. He smiled and picked up his space. Jace's hand caught the back of his shirt and tugged him into an alley. Jace had him pinned up against the wall. His hands forcefully on Simon's shoulder he spoke, "I don't like you. Let's make that clear. I think you're bad for Clary. So how about you just leave? I'll tell her you couldn't make it. Everyone's happy."
"Not me." Simon said through gritted teeth. He placed his hands on Jace's chest and tried to push but had no luck.
"No one cares if you're happy. I don't care if you hang out with Clary as long as it doesn't interfere with my time with her. Got it?" Jace pushed him violently into the brick.
Simon felt a warm drop slither down his back. It collected at the rim of his pants. Something sharp was sticking out from the wall.
"Fine." Simon muttered.
Jace stared. But eventually moved inside with grace. Simon watched him leave, wanting nothing more than to hurt him. Finally he kicked himself off the wall and walked down the street, hands pushed in his pockets.
"They don't care for you. Neither will that Clarissa." A silk voice said besides him
Simon jumped and found Raphael. That stupid vampire that almost made him into one. Simon rolled his eyes and continued his walk.
Raphael followed.
"What makes you think she'll love you when the man's she's so desperately in love with wants you to disappear?"
Simon spits to the side, not saying anything.
"Where are you headed?" He asks.
Simon shrugs, "I'm leaving. Getting out of this town. I'm eighteen tomorrow, there's nothing my mom can do to get me back."
Raphael seemed to ponder that.
"Listen close boy. This is once in a lifetime deal. Honestly, if anyone found out about this, we'd both be killed. Say yes or no and answer quickly. Would you like to become a vampire?"
Simon didn't answer quickly. Instead he stared in shock. Raphael snapped his fingers. Simon snapped out of it, "Uh, yeah. Yes."
Raphael nodded and looked around as if someone was watching him. Next thing Simon knew he was in Raphael's arms as he ran away from the institute.
