Simon leant against the lockers.
He was still replaying the end of maths in his head.
He should've said something so much better than "Bye bye now!"
Who even says that anymore?
Why did he need like 3-5 business days to come up with a good comeback?!
"Simon are you even listening to me?" Clary, his best friend and unfortunate conversation partner at present, demanded, snapping him sharply out of his thoughts.
"Er yeh course." Simon nodded blindly. "And I totally agree."
Clary glared at him.
Ok, well, he'd tried.
"What were you thinking about?" She asked, eyes narrowed.
"Literally not even anything." Simon sighed. "Just er tired. Maths. You know. Dull shit."
Clary raised an eyebrow. "But you love maths."
"No I don't…" Simon started to protest but trailed off as Clary's face changed from one of scrutiny to one of realisation.
"Ohhhh. Of course... Maths... How is Mr Wayland doing?" She smirked at him, self-satisfied with her ability to read him like a book.
"That's not what I was thinking about." Simon retorted tersely.
"Still as dashing as ever?" Clary ignored him completely, as per.
"Nope. Never has been, never will be." Simon stated stubbornly.
"Oh, come on, Si, you know he's gorgeous." Clary teased, cheeks tinting with pink.
"Don't let him hear you say that; his head will literally explode if it gets any bigger."
"Come onnn. Just admit it. Yes, he's a douche, but…"
"But…?" Simon encouraged sarcastically.
"Those muscles, that blond, wind-swept hair, that killer smile?"
Simon just glared at her.
"The brooding cheekbones! The jawline! The body…" Clary sighed.
"Just no." Simon turned to start heading off.
"You know he is." Clary insisted, grabbing his arm.
"He's just not though."
"But he is."
"But he's not."
Clary pouted at him and for a split-second Simon had thought it was over.
"But…" Clary began.
"For the last time, Fray, Jace Wayland is just not hot!"
WHAM!
Someone slammed into Simon's shoulder from behind almost making him drop the books he was holding.
Simon glared up to see a familiar blond sauntering past with his pals, all in their matching jackets. They looked like sets of twins all dressed by their moms.
"No worries; I'm fine!" Simon jeered after him. "Asshole."
"Simon!" Clary hissed as people turned to stare, and started trying to tug him away.
But Simon was watching the retreating figure at the other end of the corridor. He watched Jace's face turn in profile and, just for one second, he could've sworn he saw his eyes flicker over his shoulder and lock with Simon's own.
