Clary captured another line of Simon's face as he lay on her bed. Some sort of music was playing softly in the background as Simon stared up at the ceiling.

"I don't know what to do! She acts like everything is fine, but I don't think it is. She treats me like I'm a nerd and every time I tell her that I love her, she brushes it off." He sighed and rolled to his other side.

"Have you tried telling her how you feel?" Clary asked skeptically, peering around her paint-splattered easel.

"Like that would make a difference. It's Isabelle," He said, as if that explained everything, which it did.

Clary stayed silent. She was personally sick of all the Isabelle drama. True, they were friends, but Isabelle was exasperating Simon. She pulled open the blinds to let in a bit more natural morning light.

"And so yesterday I said to her," Simon began but stopped when he saw the expression on Clary's face.

"Simon, just go see her. Scream how you feel at her face if she won't listen. Complaining to me isn't going to help anything." She put down her paintbrushes, annoyed, as Simon left the room.

"I love you!" She called after him, starting to regret snapping at him.

"I love you, too," A deeper voice stood in the windowsill, looking like a angel outlined in shimmering gold. Clary slowly walked over to him.

"Are you too Shadowhunter to use the actual door?" She teased.

"Seeing as I would have to talk to your parents forever if I did, I didn't think you minded." He said, pulling her toward him. She wrapped her arms around his muscular frame, savoring Jace.

He tilted her chin up gently, searching her eyes. A half-smile graced his face and Clary's cheeks were rosy. Slowly their lips met, quickly escalating into something more.

"Ewww!" Someone screamed from the door. They broke apart quickly, thinking it was Clary's parents.

It was Simon. "I just come back to get my freaking jacket and you two are already going at it!" He grabbed his leather jacket off the top of Clary's easel as they resumed kissing.

"Hey, it's Simon." He heard the crackle of cell static as he lounged on a park bench.

"Hi, want to go for dinner tonight?" Isabelle said quickly. Simon felt a prickle of annoyance that she had asked him first.

"Sure, the Lucky Duck in Chinatown." Simon said, equally as rushed.

Two could play at that game.

Simon felt butterflies n his stomach as Isabelle's chocolate cake came. He chewed on his lip nervously.

"Isabelle, we need to talk." Simon said slowly.

"Then talk," She replied equally impatiently.

"I feel like you never listen to how I feel about stuff, including you. You try to change everything about me," gesturing to his 500 Armani designer boots," I feel like you don't like dating me. You just like the idea of dating a vampire. You never open up to me, and it's hard to have a relationship with someone like that. You always get bitter and jealous when I'm hanging out with Clary, even though I don't like her anymore." Simone finished her speech, feeling incredibly better.

"That's really how you feel?" Isabelle said angrily.

"Yeah!" Simon said, aware that they were making a scene.

"UGH! What about YOU and all YOUR faults. You think I like dating a scrawny, immature guy that's going to stay 16 forever? Who's completely unstylish, relies way too much on other people, and dresses like a hobo/geek without my help? I don't." Isabelle ranted.

Simon ripped of the boots, set them on the table, and paid the check.

"We're over." He said, taking in the furious expression on her face than leaving.

Following his absence, Isabelle screamed and threw a boot at the sever, who ran away hastily. She ran out of the restaurant before anyone could see her cry.