Jessamine

Holding his hand, walking through the school corridors, Jessamine thought herself lucky, like she should be the happiest girl in the world. She was beautiful, with her blonde hair and soft brown eyes, popular and she wasn't as mean as everyone thought she ought to be. She should be happy, oh so happy. But she wasn't, not in the slightest.

"Jess, are you okay babe", Jace Herondale, Jessamine's current boyfriend asked. She looked up at him, seeing the love in his eyes, her heart ached as she tried matching her expression to his. "Yeah Jace, just have a lot of school work to do, it's just taking over my mind, you know?" she lied. The truth was, Jessamine had little homework to do, she'd done it all already, hoping to distract herself from the truth reality held. Anything was better than thinking, anything. Jace smiled, believing her lie. "Okay, well you know you can talk to me about anything yeah?" he said kindly. She nodded her head, kissed his cheek and said goodbye, heading off to the toilet.

Jace was a good guy, a golden boy really, his eyes and hair reminding her of the lion out of Narnia. Alan? Asan? Aslam? Whatever the name, Jace was a beauty if there was one but he wasn't the beauty Jessamine wanted, not even close.

She continued walking; trying to pass the classroom she knew he was in. Her hand itched for the door and she looked around to make sure no one was looking. Seeing the coast was clear, she walked back a few steps, up to the forbidden door. She peeped through the small window, hoping he was in there but also scared at what would happen if he was. After a few seconds of just empty chairs and desks, Jessamine noticed him, his back to her, writing on the black board. He had blonde hair, not Jace's golden type of blonde but a softer, whiter blonde. His stance was straight, his shoulder broad. Jessamine couldn't stop staring.

"Jessamine?" someone asked behind her, causing her to jump. She recognized the voice. Isabelle Lightwood, the head socialite at New York Academy, one of her best friends, also basically, Jace's sister. Turning around to face those curious dark brown eyes, Jessamine held her breath, hoping Isabelle wouldn't ask why she was standing in a corridor, alone, looking into an apparently empty classroom. "Isabelle, hey", Jessamine said nervously, trying to keep the panic out of her voice. Isabelle looked suspicious but seemed to get that Jessamine wasn't inclined to talk about what she was doing, so she went for a different topic of conversation. "Are you excited for Homecoming? I know it's over a month away but I've already started planning it and the tickets will be on sale in a week or two and I'm so excited, I was thinking dark green for my dress this time around, how about you jess?", she asked expectantly.

If Jessamine was completely honest with Isabelle, she would have said she hadn't even thought about it yet, having too much already taking up her mind. But this was Isabelle and she was staring with obvious anticipation and she couldn't bring herself to let her down. "I was thinking blue maybe?" she said, more as a question than a statement. Isabelle raised her left eyebrow but only said, "blue would look great on you Jessie, and you and Jace, together, you're going to both look so good!" she said encouragingly. Jessamine put on her best smile, replying with a thanks, before saying that she needed to go to the bathroom, stating she'd see Isabelle at lunch. She walked away with a guilty feeling in her stomach, what was she getting herself into?

Isabelle

Isabelle watched after Jessamine in wonder, she was acting so weird today. Neither of them would be in a hurry to get anywhere, they both had a free period as their science teacher, Mr. Mortmain, was away. Thank God for that, Isabelle thought, she hated that scum of a teacher. She looked around and noticed she was still in the same place, at the same door Jessamine had been staring into. I really shouldn't do this, Isabelle thought but she was worried about Jessie and curiosity was getting the better of her.

She walked up to the door, trying to be as quiet as she could and glanced inside. She saw no one at first, the class seemingly appeared empty. She heard the drop of what sounded like an eraser and looked over towards the front of the room, where Mr. Gray, Isabelle's history teacher, was obviously preparing for his next lesson. Isabelle moved away from the door, trying to work out Jessamine's curiosity with Mr. Gray. Was she trying to see what was on the board so she could get a head start? No, that sounded ridiculous. Jessie was one of the smartest people she knew, having already done all her homework she'd been given. There was no way she'd need a head start and Jessie wasn't shy, if she wanted to ask Mr. Gray a question, she'd just go and do it.

Walking away from the door, Isabelle's confusion only grew but she knew she couldn't ask Jessamine about it because she'd be furious at Isabelle for snooping. Isabelle couldn't blame her for that, Isabelle would be angry at Isabelle for snooping. She'd just have to let it drop for now and see if anything strange happened.

She headed into the library, a huge room shaped as a hexagon, it's main source of light streaming in from the top windows, full of the sun. She would never admit it, but this was one of Isabelle's favorite places to be, even outside of school. The library had comfy chairs strewn all over the place so you could choose to socialize or just sit by yourself to study or read. The collection of books seemed never ending and you couldn't help but glance around in awe.

Isabelle saw a spot near a window in the middle of the library that was unoccupied and headed towards it. She was in her own world, too absorbed in admiring the library and its magnificence to notice another student coming the same way she was, for the same chair. It seemed the other person was oblivious too, as they both kept walking on a collision course with each other. They ran into each other, Isabelle coping most of the wrath and ending up on the floor.

She was confused for a moment before anger and embarrassment seeped in. All she wanted was to sit down and relax but no, not for Isabelle Lightwood, there was always something happening in her life. She looked up and noticed the person she'd run into was Simon Lewis, a kid in her grade. He was actually really nice from what she'd seen and looking up into his brown eyes, covered by his oversized glasses, she couldn't help but feel a little sorry for him. The wrath of Isabelle lightwood wasn't an easy one to escape.

Simon was throwing her countless apologies, offering her his hand to help her up but she refused to take it. She stood up, thankful for deciding to wear jeans today and gave Simon her coldest look, which stopped his rambling. "I don't want your apologies. Just watch where you're going next time okay?", she said levelly and began to walk away. As she did, Simon called out "you better watch out where you're going to next time too, some people aren't forgiving as me Lightwood", he said confidently. She turned back around to see him smirking at her. Simon Lewis, smirking? The guy had guts, she'd admit that and he was immune, it seemed, to her good looks.

She gave him a scowl before continuing to walk away. When she got out of the library, she headed for the toilets to fix herself up but she couldn't help smiling. Simon Lewis, she thought and she knew she was in trouble but honestly, she didn't really care. That brown haired boy didn't even know what was coming his way.

Simon

Simon watched Isabelle walk away. She sure was gorgeous but she was also trouble and Simon knew better than to get involved in Isabelle drama. He took the seat they'd both been contending for and opened the book he intended to read. Usually he'd have Clary here with him, helping him read, as Simon had a lot of trouble with these Anime books, they always confused him.

He tried anyway but after the fifth page in, he gave up. It just wasn't the same without Clary. The thought of her made his heart ache, he desperately missed her and he thought he'd done something wrong, with her initially not responding to any of his calls or texts. He then decided to go over her house and see what the deal was, not at all expecting the outcome he got.

Simon was met with Jocelyn, Clary's mum. She told Simon honestly that Clary had, had a mental breakdown. She'd overdosed on her anti-depressants and ran away and was now in New York State Psychiatric Institute, trying to get better. She was allowed visitors but Clary hadn't even let her own brother, Jonathan see her and Simon doubted she'd want to see him. She always suffered in silence, which was one of her biggest flaws, Simon thought.

Jocelyn had offered him inside and he accepted, needing to sit down, trying to absorb this information and control his emotions in relation to it. Jonathan, Clary's brother, usually so happy and full of wit, was looking down at what appeared to be his dinner. This was scary to Simon, Jonathan was never quiet, his shoulders never slumped. He glanced up when he heard Simon's footsteps and gave him a smile that wasn't quite all there, looking back down at his bowl.

Simon couldn't stand being in the same room as a depressed Jonathan, so he went into the lounge and took a seat on their comfy blue sofa. He couldn't believe what had happened, he couldn't believe he hadn't seen the signs, the signs that now seemed very obvious. Clary had been so quiet, so withdrawn and her drawings she had started hiding from him, saying they were too personal. He now knew just how personal they must've been.

The bell rang, snapping Simon out of his deep thoughts, insisting he go to class. As he did though he passed Jonathan, surrounded by his group of friends, all laughing and joking. Jonathan's mouth said he was happy but if you looked into his eyes you could see the pain within. They made eye contact and Jonathan just nodded his head and looked away. Simon kept on his way to class, not being able to stop worry seeping in for the older Morgenstern. He was surrounded by all these people but anyone looking close enough could see he had no one. Clary had probably felt the same and look where that ended her up at.

Simon made a vow then, for Clary, for his conscience and for Jonathan himself that he would watch over the older Morgenstern. He knew Jonathan would never admit it but he needed help, he needed to talk about what happened to Clary and at this moment, Simon seemed like the only person outside of his family who knew about it. He was not going to end up with the same fate as Clary, he couldn't, and Simon would make sure of it.