So I JUST realized that this chapter didn't post correctly, and nobody told me! So here's the CORRECT chapter.
Remembering
Chapter 2- Izzy
She stood in the training room, staring at a punching bag. She was trying to focus on practicing, but her mind was on a certain dark-haired dork. Simon.
She punched the bag hard with her right fist, making it sway a little. Simon-
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Lewis. That stupid little-
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-boy. She'd had boyfriends before, obviously. But he was-
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-different. He actually-
She punched the bag with all her might-
liked her. He was-
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-caring. He hadn't dated her because she was pretty-
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-but because-
The bag broke and dropped to the floor. Isabelle stood, panting, with her fists clenched. Because he loved her.
And she, Isabelle Lightwood, might have even loved him too.
Her eyes narrowed and she stalked out of the room. She peeled off her clothes as soon as she was in her room, and stepped into the shower. She stood still, letting the cool water run over her skin.
When she was done, she shut off the water and went out to the bedroom with a towel wrapped around her body. Looking out the window, she realized that it was already nighttime. She pulled underwear and a long, worn out T-shirt out of her drawers, and got dressed. She pulled back the covers, then stopped, staring at the bed. She didn't want to be alone tonight. The bed suddenly seemed too big, too empty. After a minute, she decided. She opened the door and silently walked down the hall to his room. She knocked quietly, but couldn't hear anything through the thick wooden door. She took a deep breath and opened the door.
"…Simon?" She whispered.