"So, you are going over to the Lightwood's house to help them plan out some sort of get together so that everyone at school knows that the bullying stops and we can all be friends? And that the rest of them are going to apologise to the entire grade for their rathe? Am I getting this right?"
"Exactly." I don't know why I didn't tell Simon about this 'friend' Isabelle has. I mean, I wasn't fully lying; I was going to organise the party. I pulled up at his house then.
"Okay. Whatever. Oh, did you know that Isabelle Lightwood knew my name?"
"No, I didn't think they really knew mine either."
"Okay. See you. Be safe."
"Always am." I plugged in the address Isabelle put into the car, and drove.
Pulling up at the Lightwoods estate – seriously, the only word that covered how huge this place was estate- the house(s) were painted with warm tones. I wonder if that's to make it feel homier or…. I walked up the stairs and rang the doorbell. A minute later, a tall, slightly Asian, man was at the door, covered in glitter. "Hey Biscuit, I'm Magnus. You're Clary right, otherwise this would be so awkward." He offered his hand to me. I shook it.
"Yeah. That's me." He didn't let go of my hand. Pulling me inside, he shut the door, and started walking- dragging me along. "Follow me." It felt like hours before we made it to the room Magnus lead me. I felt like I could be in China by now. He pushed the door open to reveal Jace, Alec and Isabelle. They were seated in bean bags that were places around a small table. There was a TV, couch, and mini-kitchen in here. All their faces turned towards me. They all smiled but Isabelle spoke first. "Hey Clary. Come sit on one of the bean bags with us." I walked my way over to a spare bean bag between her and Jace, whilst Magnus went straight over to Alec and sat in his lap. Alec's cheeks tinted red. I smiled, it was cute. I looked over at Isabelle to see her staring at me with an astonished face. "What?" she smiled but shook her head. She looked up at Jace expectantly, and with a bit of mischief. Jace scooted in his bean bag so he was facing me straight on. "So, Clary," Jace started, "I know Izzy brought you here so we could talk about planning the party and we are but…" he looked hesitantly at Isabelle, silent communication happening. Isabelle nodded at him as If to continue. "but she also wanted you to speak to someone about what she saw today." Jace was looking at me to study my reaction. Obviously to see if I would explode with anger. And I did, but before I did anything I would regret, I got up and started for the door with my bag in my hands. There was a commotion and two strong arms were holding me still. I tried to yank free of his hold, but he wouldn't budge. I slowly turned around to face Jace. "Forget it. Isabelle manipulated me into trusting all of you to plan this party. I'm done. I don't like people who I can't trust. You don't need me of all people to help plan a party anyway." I said in a low, menacing tone. I heard Jace sigh. He rubbed his arms up and down my arms, and then engulfed me in a hug. Time froze. The way he held me, I felt so safe and warm. It was the first time I had felt that in so long. I automatically turned my head into his neck and wrapped my arms around him, unable not to. I sighed, never wanting this feeling to go away. Jace massaged my neck and held me. "Clary, I know Izzy lied to you to come here, but the thing is she did it because she couldn't let you go without talking to me. Clary, I'm the one Izzy wanted you to speak with…. Because I understand what you're going through."