HEY EVERYONE! SO I GOTS A NEW STORY OUT FOR Y'ALL! HOPE YOU ENJOY IT AND STUFF! IT'S SO MUCH FUN WRITING THROUGH SIMON'S PERSPECTIVE! :)
July 5, 2013 (also known as the greatest night of my, Simon Lewis, life.)
"Clary, I don't know. I'm not much of a party goer. It'll be weird." I try to explain to my best friend, Clary Fray. She just rolled her eyes and said I was being a baby, which I was I am going to admit but I had my reasons.
I'm not what you would call a "cool" kid. I was more on the lines of "nerdy" or "Attractively smart" as I'd like to put it.
Clary on the other hand is a "cool" kid. She's been one ever since she found out who her father is: a famous lawyer, in the seventh grade. She's been trying to get me to go to all the "cool" kids activities ever since because she wants me to have fun. It's quite offending actually. I have fun too. But in the end I always let her drag me there so she could be happy. I'm just that nice of a guy.
"We're going and you're going to have fun and not play video games all weekend." Clary scolded.
"But Mom!" I playfully whined. She shook her head as she picked out the clothes I was gonna wear tonight. She threw a blue plaid button down and black skinny jeans. I made a face at the skinny jeans. "Uhm Clare? I think you accidentally gave me one of your jeans." I handed it back to her. "No I didn't I bought them for you. Now wear them with pride." That's sort of hard to do when you can't breathe in them. I hate trends. "Fine, you win." I muttered, unbuttoning my shirt.
"Oh geez Simon!" Clary yelled, averting her eyes. "Warn me before you start changing so I can leave." Now it was my turn to roll my eyes. We've literally known each other for like ages. Seeing my torso shouldn't be so bad.
"I'll try to keep that in mind."
"Simon, hurry up! We're gonna leave without you!" I heard Clary yell. I take one last look at myself in the mirror. Oh God, what has she turned me into? Clary had taken the liberty of attempting to straighten my hair, leaving it a wavy mess that just loves to get in my eyes. She also took it upon herself to get me some contacts so no glasses for me tonight. It makes me kind of sad. I really like my glasses. I head down stairs to find my best friend intensely making out with the star quarterback at our school. Hmm, should I politely leave them there and take the car keys from Clary, or rudely interrupt by making gagging noises and screaming at the top of my lungs in a girlish fashion? I like the sound of the second option.
"Dammit Simon you scared the hell out of me!" Clary yelled, frustrated.
"You should be happy I did. Don't want to end up in Hell now do we?" I was rewarded with a grin and a punch in the arm. You might not believe me but Clary is notoriously strong. She used to be a tiny bully before we became friends. I rubbed the area she punched. It hurt.
We all head out to the quarterback's –Jace Wayland–car and drove off to the party.
Right when we step out of the car, Clary and Jace run inside and disappear for the night as usual, leaving me to fend for myself in the sea of "cool" kids. I didn't mind though, better to have them run off making out and leaving me be than making out in front of me. My best friend is classier than that.
I walk inside the house. I wonder whose it is?
As usual the party is at its peak when I arrive. Clary likes arriving late. I will never understand why. I grab a cup of beer and make my way to the television. That's usually where I hang out, people that hang out there are funny. When I get there, I spot one of my friends surprisingly. He's playing spin the bottle with a bunch of other people. "Simon!"
"Eric." I call back, giving him a boy hug as Clary liked to put it. "Dude, play with us." He said, taking my cup and chugging it down. I nod, taking a seat next to him.
There was at least seventeen of us in that circle playing: Me, Eric, his girlfriend of the week, Craig, Benny, Maia, Jordan, Sebastian, Sabrina, Morgan, five people I have no clue who they are, Alec, and lastly Isabelle Lightwood.
"Kay your turn!" Maia smiled gleefully handing me the bottle. I took it with confidence that I won't get a boy. I rub my hands together before placing the bottle on the floor and spinning it. As it started to slow, I got nervous. The bottle passed by most of the girls and my stomach nearly dropped as it stopped, pointing at Sebastian. Or at least I thought it did. I looked up from the bottle to find that it was actually pointed at Isabelle Lightwood, who I later found out was the host of this party. The crowd gathering around the circle ood and giggled. I smiled my most charming smile as Isabelle, clearly drunk as hell, crawled to me. She wrapped her arms around my neck and sat on my lap, locking lips with me.
This clearly wasn't the night I thought I was going to have. Usually I'd be by the television playing Mario Karts or Halo with a bunch of other people that seem to have been dragged here as well. But tonight I had a thirty minute make out session with the one and only Isabelle Lightwood. I thanked Clary in my head for dragging me here.
"Okay! That's enough! You're going to eat each other up gosh!" Maia Roberts called, giggling as she pulled us apart. "If y'all wanna make out longer just go upstairs or something." The crowd snickered at that but Alec looked pissed. Oops.
"Come on." Isabelle whispered in my ear, taking me by the collar. "Let's go finish what we started." I grinned, letting her lead me to wherever she liked. I turned my head as we left and gave a thumbs up to Eric. This was a very good night.
The next day I had to sneak out of Izzy's house through her window. Didn't want to get shoot by her dad now do we?
It took about two blocks before I got a text message from Clary followed by a call. "Hey, Fray." I greeted a little too chipper. "What's up?"
"I was at your house last night. Okay?" she explained. Our sleepovers have become an excuse for her to tell her mother, Jocelyn Fray. I sighed. "Yeah, I got you. So how long did you stay at Izzy's?"
"Not as long as you, that's for sure. Do you hear what people said about you last night?"
"No, what?"
"They said you hooked up with Isabelle Lightwood and dude apparently it was loud as fuck."
I chuckled. So I guess it's official now. You are now looking at Simon Lewis, official "cool" kid.