I slid a $2 coin across the table. "Tell me," I demanded. Izzy looked at the coin, then at me. She inclined her head slightly. I added another dollar. She decided. "Simon told me that Jace—Jace Herondale—asked about me this morning," she said, looking ready to scream. I beat her to it. "Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!" I shouted. We stood up and I trapped her and twirled her around. We laughed. And screamed again. Me and Izzy had both had a crush on said Jace Herondale since our first encounter with him in year 9. I forced myself to settle down. "Ok, so we now know one thing," I said with a smile. "That he even knows I exist?" Asked Izzy. I nodded enthusiastically. "Uh-huh." We both screamed again