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"I'm going to be sick." Simon said through clenched teeth. His stomach was indeed churning as he watched Isabelle reach her hand into the middle of their circle of friends to spin the bottle. He did not want any part of this twisted truth or dare game that she had suggested. Of course, Jace, Clary, Magnus and Alec had all decided to join in because it would not be fun with only two people. Well, apparently for Isabelle, the more people, the better dares. Knowing her, everybody was terrified of what would happen next.

"Simon, it's just a game. No one is going to be hurt; maybe just very embarrassed." Izzy attempted to assure him. She grabbed the bottle and spun it. To Simon's complete and utter dismay, it landed on him. "Okay, Simon." Izzy raised her eyebrows across the circle at him, "Truth or dare?"

Simon wasn't going to take the bait. He knew that she wanted him to pick dare, but he also knew that if he did, shit would go down. Isabelle Lightwood was not someone to trust when it came to games like this. Especially when she had been drinking.

"I don't understand what the point of this get together thing was, Iz. I thought it was just going to be me and you."

Isabelle laughed lightly, swaying a little as her shoulders shook. "It's the one month anniversary of you becoming a shadowhunter. Also, of our relationship. Our new relationship." Her words were slurred, and she sounded quite tired, but her eyes were still fierce and burning with excitement. "Truth or dare?"

He hesitated before answering, "Truth."

Clary leaned away from her conversation with Jace to listen in on what Isabelle was about to tell Simon. Alec remained knocked out cold against his boyfriend, too drunk to really care about anything.

"Of course. Seven rounds straight with all truths." Isabelle rocked back, looking up at the high ceiling of her bedroom as she thought. "Got it." She crawled closer to Simon and placed her hands on his knees. "If I were a food item, what would I be, and how would you eat me?"

Simon's eyes widened, but he did not let the strange question faze him. It was expected. From Isabelle, at least. "You would be a muffin or a biscuit. And I would butter you up, then rip your top off to eat the bottom first, and then continue to the top. Because the top is the best part." Well, that had come out a lot more sexual than he had intended. But...he did actually eat his biscuits and muffins that way.

"Damn, Simon. I didn't know you got down so dirty." Jace cackled.

Simon felt his cheeks burn as Clary and Magnus began to laugh as well. "Izzy, I meant that in a totally unsexual way." Simon started as Isabelle's lips curved into a seductive smile. But once she started, there really was no stopping her. She climbed into his lap, looked him straight in the eye and said,

"Love me now; right now." Her lips came crashing down onto his, soft but tasting like tequila. It wasn't the kind of kiss that he would have expected from her after receiving soft, intimate kisses during the whole month they were together, and nothing more than that except for some venturous touching.

His lips parted beneath hers and suddenly he had a lap full of Isabelle, and she was pushing him onto the floor, dominating in the process.

Clary and Jace took this as a time to exit the room-quickly. Magnus tried to wake Alec up in order to move him, but he woke up on his own (unfortunately) and screamed. Loudly. It was enough to jolt Simon out of his haze of lust for Isabelle, but she kept going, biting and at his neck and raking her nails across his middle and back.

"WHYWHYWHYWHYWHY?" Alec hollered, stumbling drunkenly to his feet. He leaned heavily against a wall and then Magnus and then

tripped over air and fell on top of Izzy and Simon.

"What the hell!" She shrieked, scrabbling around to shove her brother away.

Alec rolled off and then was still, the only thing indicating his life was his chest rising and falling slowly as he slumbered.

Magnus lifted him, shaking a little under his weight and left the room.

Isabelle crawled off of Simon and stood up, offering him her hand. "Let's go to bed."

"You and your brother are both so strange while drunk." Simon muttered as Izzy pulled him up.

"It's a Lightwood thing." She mumbled sleepily as she fell onto her bed, pulling Simon with her.

...

When Isabelle woke up early the next morning, Simon was gone. Of course he was. It's not like they shared a room.

Isabelle pushed back her blanket and raked her hands through her hair, removing the tangles from the black strands. The pale light shining through the high windows in her room made the scars on her hands glitter with an odd beauty that she'd always failed to accept. Scars weren't pretty. Of course as a shadowhunter, you are forced to accept them because fighting is what you do. But to Isabelle, scars were just a reminder at how she hadn't dodged her enemy fast enough, or how she hadn't trained well enough.

Sighing, she swung her legs over the edge of her bed and began walking over to the bathroom. In the mirror, her eyes were scrunched with sleep and her thick hair was trailing limply down her back. Why did guys like her? Her eyes were just a dark, dark brown; if you were close enough, you could see the flecks of gold that made them not black. Of course, Isabelle never let guys get too close to her because then they would try to find out about her and get with her which was not something she liked to do. Ever. Simon was different. He had found his way into her heart during a time when she had her barriers down, and he had stuck there. Nothing mattered anymore because in that moment, she realized that she wanted him to stay.

Isabelle turned the sink faucet on, and shivered as the cold water ran over her skin, and dripped down her neck. As sweaty as she got while training, there was no point in taking a shower now, just wash up. Izzy took a clip from a drawer and pulled her hair up in an awkward messy twist that left some strands hanging down on the side of her face.

A loud knocking at her door tore her gaze away from the mirror, and she left the bathroom to open it.

Simon. His brown hair was tousled, and he had on some light gear, like he was about to go training. Isabelle would have thought that he looked attractive, but the headache raging through her head was an indicator that she had partied too hard the previous night, and she wanted nothing more than to burrow under her sheets and sleep off her overuse of alcohol.

"What do you want?" She snapped more harshly than she had really intended.

Simon raised his brows, surprised by her hostility. "You're so unwelcoming."

"That's because you're not welcome; it's my room."

"That's funny because you seemed to welcome me comfortably last night-"

"I was drunk." She shot back defensively.

He looked at her briefly with curiosity dancing in his deep eyes, then leaned against the doorframe, smirking. "Think you could take me down?"

Isabelle scoffed, the pride of being a better shadowhunter than him overthrowing the pain of her hangover. She crossed her arms over her chest, smirking at him, "Any day."

Simon stood up straight and offered her his hand.

Isabelle's smirk dropped from her lips and she felt her hand tighten around the door knob. "What are you doing?"

"Let's go train."

"Do I have to hold your hand?"

Simon's cheeks turned a slight pink shade, but he held Isabelle's gaze steadily and dropped his arm back to his side. "It's a gentlemanly gesture, Isabelle."

Isabelle suddenly felt nausea clawing at her stomach, and she felt as if all the air had left her lungs. When she tried to breathe in, her throat clenched up, as her stomach churned, and last night's party began to creep up her esophagus. She started to close the door, as a gag rose in the back of her mouth, but Simon stuck his foot in the doorframe and glanced at her with a concerned glint in his eyes, "Are you okay? You're looking a little green-"

"I'm fine." Isabelle covered her mouth with her hands, and was just barely able to get out a few words before she ran for the bathroom, "Meet me in the kitchen!"

...

"I'm not sure you should drink that, Iz." Simon said while suspiciously watching his girlfriend raise a tall glass of thick, brownish slush to her lips. "What did you put in it, anyway?"

She placed the glass back on the kitchen counter and took a step away from it. "Umm, fruits, avocado, spinach, cinnamon, honey." Isabelle grinned at Simon, "Raw honey."

Simon cringed as she listed the rest of the ingredients. The mixture definitely did not seem like something anybody would want to drink, not even if they were trying to sober up. He guessed that was the point-drunk people got themselves into strange situations and could not always sort things out. It only made sense that she would go ahead and drink it anyway.

"Are you sure that's not a recipe for getting through a hangover? Because being hung over and being drunk are two different things."

Isabelle said nothing and just lifted the glass to her lips, swallowing a surprisingly large gulp for a taste test. "Raziel." She gasped as she pulled the cup back. "That was so good. It tastes like apple pie!"

"What?" Simon looked doubtful, and he was extremely curious to know whether or not that statement was true. However, he did not want to drink the disgusting looking sludge.

Izzy pushed the mixture towards him, "Want a taste?"

Simon shrank back, not wanting the stuff near him. "Nope, I'm good. However, I do believe that if you want to be able to train today, we should go now." He pointed at the clock on the wall closest to them, "It's almost midday, and later on we have that thing with Magnus and Alec."

She frowned against her glass of sludge, "What thing?"

This time, it was Simon's turn to frown, "You didn't hear?"

"Hear what, Simon?" Isabelle placed the glass down on the counter, hard, as she was beginning to feel quite frustrated with his unnecessary stalling.

"They're getting married and taking over the Institute."

...

I am so sorry this was so late, but I have been having writers' block, a lot of school work, plus there was a death in my family, and I'm so tired…

I'm going to finish this story, I promise, it's just that now that summer has ended, I don't have as much time anymore :(

I'll try and update ASAP, but unfortunately, there are no promises…

-H.