Chapter 2! I hope you enjoy this second chapter! Its longer than the first, and I hope that it is satisfying! :) Any mistakes, please put in the review! Enjoy! :) Please review, follow and favourite this story if you enjoy it! [I screenshot every gmail I get regarding reviews, follows and favourites, I love getting reviews, and I love the idea that you all take some of your time to read the fan-fictions that I write] :)
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When the car stopped quite abruptly, I nearly leaped out of my seat as another car drove by, narrowly avoiding Izzy's side mirror. After some curse-muttering, Izzy continued to drive. New York was rather foggy today, so I couldn't see much, except for towering buildings and blurry crowds of people. I allowed Izzy's "guy-talk" to lull me to sleep, and right as my eyelids started to droop, the car came to a stop and Izzy, after collecting her bag, opened her door and jumped out, carefully trying not to get mud on the hem of her blue-grey dress.
After some persuasion, I finally opened my door and started to get out, mumbling incoherent words even to my own ears. Unfortunately, I did not have the striking grace that Izzy did, and so my flats(not even heels!) slipped in a puddle and I went tumbling down.
I landed flat on my butt in a puddle of mirky brown water in a small ditch, my hair shrivelling up in curls. And then there it was. A light in the dark. All of a sudden, I felt a strong hand grip the front of my jacket and haul me up. As I stared, wide-eyed, open mouthed, a blonde beauty gave me an amused look and then, unexpectedly, bent over and started laughing hysterically, pointing from the puddle to my soaked dress and dirty hair, wheezing out things such as: "Puddle!", "Slipped!", "Fell on your butt!", "Absolutely soaked!", and "Wish I had recorded that!".
If anything could have broken me out of my daze, it was that. Without thinking, I ran forward and struck my hand across his face. I pulled my hand back, looking smugly at him as he stared, shocked. Then the pain hit. I felt a shock wave pass up my arm from where I had slapped him. I swore, shaking my hand in a kind of fit. The blonde went back to his hysterical laughing as I violently shook my hand up and down.
When the pain subsided, I looked up to find that it was no longer the blonde looking at me, but the familiar face of Isabelle Lightwood. "Ok, so I leave you for literally 30 seconds and come back to find you soaking wet, shaking you arm like some crazy woman!", she said, half-serious, half-amused.
"Speaking of which, where the hell were you? Some blonde had to help me up because I was abandoned by my best friend! Not to mention the fact that I slapped him across the face, and hard at that, and now I've embarrassed myself in front of what has got to be the hottest guy in school! Probably the most popular too!", I accused her.
She just shrugged, shaking her head slightly. "I had some business to attend to", she said simply, though her cheeks reddened a considerable amount. Wait, did Isabelle Lightwood just blush! No way! I have never seen Izzy blush, I'm telling you, never!
Well she was spending an awful amount of time with that nerd Simon Lewis. Perhaps she had developed a crush on him, though I couldn't even imagine why. Then again, we all had different tastes. "Oh, hey guys!", said a familiar voice.
Speak of the devil. "Oh, hey Simon!", said Izzy happily, and she blushed, AGAIN! Wow! This is a side of Izzy unknown to me! You may be wondering why I didn't like Simon Lewis?
Well, the answer to that is this. In third grade, we used to be, like, best friends, but then there was this really cute guy in my class, Raphael Santiago, and I asked Simon to find out if he liked me. But then, when Raph said yes, Simon got all protective and told him never to talk to me again!
That's not even the worst part. The reason Simon did that is because he was acting on the spot, because he didn't think that Raphael would say yes!
I mean, now I new that it was all because Simon had a crush on me, but still, what kind of 9 year old writes a note in his best friends handwriting, addressed to the guy your best friend liked, telling him that she never wanted to see him again!
And what kind of 9 year old went back to his best friend, and told her that Raphael said that she was short as a midget and ugly as a troll! However, nowadays, Simon seemed a bit TOO cheerful around even the people he hated. I was so caught up in my thoughts, I didn't even notice the gorgeous blonde sitting on the bench next to me, until he spoke.
"Well, well, well. If it isn't the orange-haired-clutz! Wow, this guy truly new the recipe for "1 kick in the shin". Step 1: Point out obvious annoying truths! Well, this was going to be a long lunch.
Did you enjoy that? :) I hope you did! If so, please review, or if you feel that I need to change anything[perhaps any grammar mistakes] or if you have any suggestions for future chapters, I would love to hear it/read it!
I know that the whole Clary-Simon relationship is completely different to the book content, but I was hoping to make it different! :) Thank You to all my readers! :) I will update as soon as I can! :)
Continue Writing/Reading, ;)
-Zane Nassour
