Clary Fray sat down at her desk. She pulled out her notebook and a pencil and started to doodle. She was lost in her sketch until she realized her best friend Simon was staring over her shoulder.

"Who's that?" He asked, gesturing towards the notebook.

"No one," Clary said uncomfortably and slammed the book shut. "Just part of my story." This was half true. She was illustrating the prince in her story, the savior. What Simon didn't know was who he was based off of.

"He looked familiar," Said Simon.

"All of my drawings look familiar to you," retorted Clary.

"Yes, well normally they're people I know,"

Clary huffed. "It's no one," She said again.

Clary had forgotten about the argument by the end of class. "Lets go to the FroYo place," She said.

"I forgot money," Simon replied

"I'll pay," Clary assured him. They had the best friend code where if it was under $10 and they didn't have money, you payed for it. On the way out of the school building, Simon looked uncomfortable and somewhat angry. "What?" said Clary.

"That guy was checking you out," Said Simon. He seemed unnecessarily bothered by it.

"And...?" Said Clary, puzzled. He had been weird lately. Not inviting her to band practices and eyeing other guys suspiciously around her.

"Just..." He couldn't continue.

When they walked into the shop Clary headed straight for the largest cup. "Someone's hungry," Observed Simon. Clary stuck her tongue out. The door to the shop jingled again and they both snapped their head around to stare at the 3 students who just entered. The blood drained out of Clary's face. Simon was too busy staring at the gorgeous dark haired girl who had walked in with two boys, one had black hair like her and ice-blue eyes and the other was looking straight at Clary. His golden eyes and hair made him look like an angel. Or a lion. Definitely not someone who Clary should ever confront. She quickly put her face down and continued making her frozen yogurt, not even paying attention to what she put on it. She grabbed Simon's arm and pulled him to the cash register without looking up. While hurrying out, she bumped into the golden boy and stammered a quick sorry before practically sprinting to the door. She didn't see him look after her with a puzzled expression, and not look away until he couldn't see her flaming red hair anymore.

"I don't even like walnuts," Clary complained. Simon laughed, although he was still distracted. He couldn't get the image of Clary's face when she saw that boy. He also couldn't get out the image of the girl with the long dark hair and chocolate eyes.

Clary handed him the frozen yogurt filled with an array of things from gummy worms to brownie bits declaring she didn't like half the stuff in there.

"Well you weren't exactly paying attention were you?" Simon asked her.

Clary turned a brilliant shade of red and stammered. "You weren't either. You were too busy ogling at Isabelle Lightwood!"

"You know her?" He asked

"I sorta know her friends..." Said Clary.

"You mean those boys?"

"Those were some of her friends. Well one was her brother. I don't know them personally, I just know of them." She babbled.

"Ah," He said. He still couldn't get the look of longing and terror in her eyes when she saw the blonde boy out of his head. She had never looked at anyone like that. And Simon didn't like it. He didn't like when any guys checked her out. He hadn't told her how he felt abut her, but he assumed that she figured it out by how obvious he was. Now there was this angel boy that she was distracted by. Simon was no match for him. He had wavy golden hair and looked like he stepped out of an ad for being able to dress in black t-shirts and jeans and not look goth. Simon had dark hair and thick glasses and his gamer t-shirts were always wrinkled.

"I have to go home, my mom just texted me." Clary said. She reached over and hugged him and he felt his pulse quicken ever-so-slightly.

"Bye," He said and he watched her hair blowing the breeze until she was gone.