A/N: Well, here it is! Thanks so so so much to everyone who reviewed. I only got, like, five reviews, but damn it, they were great. Everyone who suggested the Isabelle POV, brilliant idea. Thanks!

People have been requesting longer chapters, and I really have been trying. This one is the same size as my others, because it was just a perfect start and ending.

This song really goes with this chapter.

Enjoy!

"You pull back and You angle towards the window

Now the rain is crashing down
And oh my god, you're beautiful
I'm so unsighted, still I pray you'll hold back your escape ( from in these walls )
Yeah we still got time and in my mind these bends could be steered straight ( and then they'll fall )"
-Eyes Closed, The Narrative

Chapter 10: Eyes Closed

Betrayal.

That was the first thing she thought about as Isabelle's eyes landed on her brother and her best friend. Confusion swept through her as a thousand reasons flooded her mind. Clary's green eyes widened. She looked horrified. Jace, on the other hand, looked grim. "Izzy," he said. Isabelle blinked. She had never heard Jace speak this softly, not even to Max.

The city stilled. It was like all the honks and screeches of New York had faded away. "Was this your first?" It came out as a croak, something that shocked her. She didn't even register the feeling of Simon's hand on her arm.

Jace shook his head. Her eyes flashed with hurt. "Clary, a lot of my friends have been taken in and destroyed by Jace." Isabelle lifted her eyes to meet Clary's. "I thought you were stronger than that."

"Izzy, it's not that—" Jace started. But she had already turned on her heel and walked away. She walked into an unfamiliar alley and sank down. She knew her outfit was getting crumbled and her makeup was smudging, but she couldn't bring herself to care as she sobbed on the filthy ground.

Isabelle felt mixed emotions. It was Jace, and it always had been about Jace. Every single damn thing. Every one of her friends in the past had slept with Jace. In return, he had broken their hearts without even blinking. He was cold and ruthless in her eyes. And Clary was like a ray of hope. She never put up with his crap. She always glared at Jace when he walked by. She made fun of him regularly. Isabelle vaguely wondered it had all been an act. "Hey."

Simon's voice was soft and soothing in her ear. Isabelle's heart gave a little jump. She mentally cursed herself for being this soft. No guy had ever made her feel this way. She'd always assumed her perfect guy was tall, dark, and incredibly handsome. Never had she imagined falling for someone like Simon.

Isabelle didn't look up. "Don't tell me it'll be okay. They both lied to me."

Simon gave a light laugh. It warmed her insides and flushed her face with heat. "Clary's my best friend. She has been for eleven years. Do you really think I'm happy that she hid this from me? You've known her for a few months, but I've known her almost my entire life. If I'm handling it, you should be able to."

"It's my brother," Isabelle seethed.

"Yes, it's Jace. Jace does this," Simon said. He paused before taking a shaky breath. "But Izzy, did you see him? Has he ever beaten the crap out of a guy for forcing himself on one of your friends."

Isabelle thought back to the countless parties she had dragged Jace to when they lived in Manhattan. He would watch as other guys hit on her friends.

Isabelle shook her head. "No, he hasn't. And his face, oh my god, Simon. He was actually showing emotion."

"It was hard to think rationally at that point," he said, "but when you look back—"
"He's happy," she whispered. "They're I have to go apologize." She stood up and brushed the gravel off her dress. She ran a hand under her eye. It came away black with eyeliner. "Damn it. I have to go home and fix my makeup first."

Simon laughed. Isabelle glared at him and swatted his chest good naturedly.

He looked to the sky and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her to him. His coffee brown eyes looked into her charcoal black ones. She placed her fingers on his chest. His heart beat steadily under her fingertips, because that's what Simon was. He was steady. He was warm and constant, and he was right there. "Isabelle Lightwood," he said. "You became very sweaty and dirty at that club. You ran three blocks and collapsed in an alley. A really dirty one, for that matter. You have been crying for a long time." He cupped his hand on her cheek and rested his forehead on hers. "And, god, you have never looked so gorgeous."

"It's been an hour," Clary said. She collapsed onto her bed and rolled around impatiently. "I think we should call her." Jace moved from his place by the window and sat beside her. He brushed her hair back from her face.

"Don't worry. Isabelle will change her mind," he said determinedly.

"How do you know that?" Clary demanded. "You barely know her."

Jace rolled his eyes. "Now that's just not true."

"Really?" Clary said challengingly. "What's her favorite color?"

"Purple."

Clary played with a loose gold curl near his ear. "Favorite food?"

"Tacos. And her favorite alcohol drink is a gin and tonic."

Clary raised her brows in surprise. "Wow. Then why do you never hang out with her?"

Jace arched a golden eyebrow. "Do I look like a guy who hangs out with his sister?"

Clary reached over and planted a kiss on his lips. "No, but you can be sweet."

Jace snorted. "Please. When have I ever been sweet? Super gorgeous and incredibly hot, yes. But never sweet."

"Oh really?
Letting me draw in the woods wasn't a sweet gesture?" Clary questioned.

Jace looked up in thought for a moment before rolling on his side. "No, I thought you'd like that." He tugged her hips towards him and pressed a kiss on her neck. He trailed kisses to the base of her jaw. Clary moaned softly.

"This isn't sweet?"

He pulled back to kiss her cheek. "Mm, no. This is me being a teenage boyfriend." He angled his face. His lips hovered above hers, sending shivers throughout her entire body. She hooked her leg over his hip and bought her lips to his.

They kissed slowly and luxuriously. The ache in her gut became more and more as he skillfully moved his mouth with hers. He nipped her lower lip lightly, bringing out a low groan from within him. He pulled back all too soon. He pressed his lips to the base of her throat. Warmth radiated from that spot. She kissed his head and ran her fingers through his curls.

"We should go on a date," he said suddenly. Clary was surprised. Jace never seemed like a 'date' person."

"Like, a 'date' date?"

"Yeah," he said. "Maybe a late night picnic somewhere."

"Muggers,Jace," Clary reminded him.

Jace scoffed. "It's Brooklyn. I don't know...maybe a movie, then a picnic."

Clary grinned and kissed the corner of his mouth. "Jace Lightwood, are you being sweet?"

"I don't want to hear about my brother's 'sweetness'."

They faced the doorway. Isabelle and Simon were standing there, holding hands. Isabelle didn't look angry. In fact, she looked somewhat happy.

Jace and Clary stood up quickly. Isabelle looked as if she was about to say something, but she stepped forward and wrapped her arms around Jace's torso instead. Shock colored his face, but he returned the hug. "God, Izzy," he breathed.

"I'm sorry," she whispered.

Clary moved to Simon and hugged him. "I'm assuming you're pissed," she whispered.

"Oh, majorly," he said. "In fact, I don't think I plan on talking to you for at least a week. Unless..."

Clary grinned. "D & D tournament tomorrow at noon?"

"Hell, yeah."

Jace wrapped an arm around his sister's shoulder. "Fine, but she'd better be at my house by six."

"You know," Clary said thoughtfully, "you never actually asked me on the date."

Jace removed his arm from Isabelle's shoulder and placed it on Clary's waist. "Clary Fray," he said. "Will you accompany me on this super awesome mega date that I haven't planned yet tomorrow?"

"That doesn't sound very promising."

Jace raised an eyebrow. "Don't make me tickle you."

Clary placed her hands on his biceps. "I'm sure you could convince me with...other things."

"I'll bring chocolate," he deadpanned.

"That's not what I meant, but that's a plus." She smirked. "Still, that may not be enough."

"Mm." He leaned forward and pressed a chaste kiss on her lips. "How's that?"

Clary pulled him down, kissing him deeper and slower. He pulled her close and wrapped a hand around her back. She arched her back, filling in the empty space in between them.

"Ew," she heard Isabelle faintly say. "I think I see tongue."

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