Btw when I say hangry, I mean hangry. As in hungry and the hunger causes anger. Hangry.

As Clary walked to lunch with Simon, she stopped by her locker to grab her lunch box. When she opened her locker a folded piece of notebook paper fell out.

"Ooh, a secret admirer! Whose it from?" He grabbed the note from her hand and unfolded it. Clary tried to yank it from his hand, but he held it up in the air where she couldn't reach it.

"Dear Clarissa, you are the light of my life, the peanut butter to my taco, my everlasting love. I love that we will spend everyday for the rest of the year sitting next to each other in History class. Love, your secret admirer." Simon read allowed. Clary gave up jumping for the note and sighed.

"I feel like this is from Sebastian, but I could be Jace. I sit in between them and they've been flirting with me. Ugh, I can't handle any more of this. I'm too hungry. Let's go."

As they approached the cafeteria, a girl with long black hair and dark brown eyes blocked their way in.

"What is it with people blocking our way to the most important places in school?" Clary complained to Simon. Simon just stood in his place with his mouth gaping wide open.

I don't blame him, she thought, She's gorgeous.

"Well that wasn't very nice. I'm Isabelle Lightwood. I've never seen you here before. And you are?" Isabelle asked her.

"I'm Clary Fairchild and I'm late for lunch. I'm also pretty hangry, if you know what I mean. The only cure is to consume a minimum of 3 items of food on the next 30 seconds. So if you'll excuse me..." Clary nudged past the other girl while Simon ran to catch her, giving Isabelle an apologetic shrug on his way .

Clary hadn't even taken 2 bites of her tuna sandwich before she almost choked, because Simon told her a joke about Mr. Penhallow.

Isabelle walked up to their table and sat down uninvited. "What're we laughing about?" She chuckled at the joke she didn't hear.

"What is your problem? I'm just trying to eat my lunch and then you show up like we're best friends! Is this some kind of bet?" Clary burst out, red in the face. Isabelle got up and walked around the table to Clary's side that was opposite from Simon.

"Between you and me, I'm trying to make nice with you so I can get close to him." Isabelle whispered in her ear.

"You dirty little-"

Woah, let's not get fiesty!" Isabelle got up and walked behind Simon, dragging her fingers across his shoulders in a seductive way.

She went back to the "popular" table and pointed at Clary, making her friends laugh at some sort of sick joke Isabelle made about her.

"What's her deal. Are you guys old friends or something?" Simon said, clearly oblivious.

"Um, I guess you could say we're on the verge of something special." Clary smiled at Simon and finished her lunch and made her way to her next class.

I hope you enjoyed this chapter! Sorry for making Izzy a "people user", but I promise she'll get better further in the story. Review and comment! Constructive criticism and praise is appreciated!(;

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