Simon laid on his bed wondering where it all had gone wrong. It had seemed like a dream when the pretty loner girl that was Isabelle Lightwood had even begun to talk to him. He had been completely in shock, now he could never look at her in the same light again. As he laid in the dark, he let his mind drift back to where his story had started.

Isabelle Lightwood wasn't your average pretty-preppy-high-school-girl. She was the exact opposite. She stood alone and cold. She had an air of mystery around her. You would always want to know more about her, but you would never get close enough to her to find out. People had learned to accept it and leave her alone. Simon wasn't the complete opposite, but did have a close band of friends that rarely left his side. He admired Isabelle for being different, but wasn't about to go talk to her. He didn't want to get stabbed and/or get involved with whatever drugs made her so pale.

Simon sat down at his normal lunch table with his friends. They were all laughing at some joke that Clary had made about their 1000-year old geography teacher. He himself was about to start laughing when he noticed Isabelle's evaluating gaze on him. He was about to make her aware that he could see her staring when she disappeared. Simon started to comment about this to his friends when their laughing ceased. He turned to see what they were looking at to meet the gaze of Isabelle's charcoal eyes.

"Can I talk to you in private?" Isabelle asked. Simon nodded, surprised to realize that even though they had all the same classes he had never heard her voice before. He followed as she quickly led him into a dark classroom. "I'm only going to say this once, so you better be paying attention. I don't want any stupid questions. This is me, Isabelle Lightwood asking you, Simon to come to a party with me tonight."

"Who's party is it?" Simon questioned.

"My older brother, Alec's, and I'm assuming that's a yes. I'll pick you up at seven," Isabelle finished.

"Okay," Simon responded still in a state of semi-shock, but she was already gone.

Simon walked around his room nervously. Had he picked the right outfit? Why had she asked him to go with her anyways? He heard honking come from his driveway and hurried outside. "You know the polite thing to do is coming up to the door with flowers," he mumbled as he got into her car. He was surprised to hear her start laughing. He reached to change radio stations.

"Nope! Not happening. My car, my music," she said, beginning to play a song that Simon actually liked. They continued their playful banter the whole way to the party.

Once they arrived Simon took in the scene around him. Isabelle was already talking to some people in the packed crowd. He stood in a corner and mindlessly scrolled on his phone. He couldn't find a single person he knew in the crowd. He wondered how much longer Isabelle would want to stay here. At that moment he saw her tall frame heading toward him. "Now for the real fun," she said, grabbing his hand. She led him back to the car.

She drove them back to what he assumed was her house and led Simon inside. "I've seen you at school. I know what you're like. You want an adventure like one of the characters in the comic books you read. I could give you that," she whispered coming closer to him. "Do you trust me?"

Simon didn't know what made him nod. It was as if she had a power over him. As he nodded, she sank her teeth into his neck.

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