Its funny how when your trying to imagine the circumstances of certain events that happen, they never quite turn out how you expect. That is one underrated way of stating the thoughts currently pounding throughout Clary's breaking mind. Or more importantly, her breaking heart.
CLARY
"Hey guys, you want anything from Taki's?" I shout through the institute making sure everyone will hear. After a few seconds Izzy shrieks a response, "ummm... of course, who do you think i am, no. wait a minute, I'm coming i need new lipstick"
"Izzy its a restaurant, they don't sell lipstick" I state matter of factly, with a smirk on her face as Izzy cascades down the stairs in a small red pixie dress that hugs her body before frilling out at the bottom. Its that dress that is just so satisfying to watch, i guess that is the look she is going for.
"Well... are we going or not?" Izzy asks with a hint of boredom in her voice, probably tired of looking at my staring, "Yea, just need to see if the boys want anything." I state elevating my voice at the end making sure that they will hear. They really are terrible at long distance communication. Izzy just stands there pouting with the hurry-up-or-i-will-drag-you-by-the-ankles-out-of-this-house look on her face. I decided that had higher motivation than waiting for the boys to grunt a response. "Ok, lets go, and I am going to ask why it is you are so keen to go to a fast food restaurant when you could be painting your nails"
"No reason" Izzy responds all to quickly for my liking
"Sooooooo" i say as I nudge Izzy on the side with a bit to much expectation in my voice
"What?" She states looking in practically every direction except the one which i am sitting. I have to say, if they had those customer improvement sheets on how to improve our shop, mine would definitely run along the lines of o my God all of your chairs feel like you are being stabbed in the back. Well that may be a bit eccentric, we got here later than usual so all the good waiting chairs were taken and we got stuck with the most uncomfortable ones imaginable. Izzy of course, had some shadowhunter talent i didn't of looking perfectly natural no matter the situation.
"You know what" i say mimicking her tone and popping the 't' just to emphasise it that bit more.
"I just wanted to get out of the institute" she says with a look that i could almost mistake for guilt, i know her, so i can say I am one hundred percent sure that she is hiding something. So i respond with a tactic i picked up from Jace over the years, "i could always ask Magnus to hide your entire makeup collection for a week." Threats, yeah that's pretty much how Jace taught me to get Izzy to talk.
"Hey, no fair, and anyways there is nothing wrong." She states with a total lack of emotion
"You're right i'm being pathetic" i say moping
"Thank y-" i seize my moment before she can finish
"I'll ask Magnus to burn it all, hiding things never quite lasts long enough" i smirk as i start to pull my phone out of my pocket smiling triumphantly at the unmissable look of horror on Izzy's face. She is well aware of how me and Magnus are good friends, like brother and sister now, so i am fully capable of performing such a crime to her makeup collection should i want to with a warlock on my side.
She lets out a sad sigh of surrender before locking her eyes on the door and says, "ok, fine, you wont like it but i'll tell you on the way home...get the food." I smile, less so than i would have imagined after my victory and twirled out of my seat to go and get the goods. I couldn't help but feel that this was more important than I originally thought.
As we sit in the car driving home in stone cold silence; i dared not to ask yet as i could see the deadly aura practically escaping her body at every movement. I tried to piece together in my mind everything of any significance that has happened so far in the last few months. Alec developed a fear of chickens, similar to Jace's fear of ducks- must be a parabatai thing. Izzy and Simon bought a pet cat to keep at Simons as he felt 'lonely' locked out of the institute when Izzy was working. Jace and Izzy did have a fight apparently, but they seem to of sorted all that out. Maryse is declaring i 'up' my training, because of my eighteen year late start i'm a little behind, especially in combat and I had to decline going to Austria with some of my old school friends, obviously i wasn't allowed to abandon saving the planet for some mundane high school reunion ridiculously far away.
So after one to many life debates and the meaning of life debates in my head of what could possible be so bad, i plucked up the courage to ask. "Alright, what ever you are trying to protect me from, don't i can handle it" i say to reassure her, "Izzy, i lived a life of lies for years, and i don't want to change back to it, no matter how bad something was, all of that led me here, and i wouldn't change it." I let out a sympathetic smile, trying to comfort whatever war is currently going on inside her head, so i decide to lighten the more with another of my sarcastic comments, believe it or not, i didn't require Jace to learn those. "How was that for a pep talk?"
"Good, ok, not really, all you did was confirm that what i know will destroy you, and you are finally my best friend Clary, I can't be the one to do that to you, to tell you what i saw." Blood was now rushing to her head that was wet with tears, lines of mascara dripping down her face. Now i was on edge, Izzy rarely cries, and when she does, like any warrior it is for a good reason, i dread what she was going to tell me. Yet i know not knowing would feel even worse. So i say what i am thinking, "Iz, whatever you saw tell me, i have a right to know, i am certain i wont hate you for telling the truth." She nods her head regaining her warrior composure and looks at me.
"Clary, I saw Jace cheating on you" A jolt ran through my body, coursing along my spine until reaching my head with the realisation of what she just said. So i spoke softly, forcing back the tears, "Okay. I n-need you to t-tell m-me everything... Izzy please, i-i h-have to know."
And so the desolation of the memories held so dear to me, given by the one i love were slowly yet surely masked with a cloud as despair rolled in. He cheated and i didn't even have the strength to find out myself.
