A/N: OH MY GOD! I HAVE 42 REVIEWS! THAT'S RIGHT! WHAT'S THE ANSWER TO THE ULTIMATE QUESTION? WHY THE IZZIAD REVIEWS OF COURSE! (PS, if you don't get that reference, stop reading my story and start reading The Hitchiker's Guide to the Galaxy, it's much better than this)

Anyways, I'm sure you've all seen disclaimers like this. If you find this at all entertaining, please review and I'll do more. If you think it's stupid, I'll do regular disclaimers (or just not do disclaimers for every chapter). Enjoy!

Me: Alright Magnus, I'm taking away your magic, and putting you in high school.

Magnus: What!? Why?

Me: Because I feel like it.

Magnus: You don't own me!

Me: That's true, Cassandra Clare does. But Cassandra Clare approves of fan fiction, so dance monkey!

Magnus: Fine. *Sigh* At least you didn't make Alec be in love with Jace, and you gave us a great make out scene last chapter…

Me: *Dramatic hair flip* I know, I'm fabulous.

Clary POV

So Henry and Charlotte are going to the prom, I'm beyond happy with Jace, and Magnus seems suspiciously self-satisfied for someone who is supposedly "single". To conclude, eighty percent of our tech team here are happy and in relationships. And then there is Simon. Simon, who for the past week has been acting like he's Eeyore from Winie the Pooh and his tail has just fallen off.

The poor guy is oblivious at the best of times, and now he's just…bewildered. I can't say that I really blame him; Isabelle Lightwood is not an easy person to figure out.

But he's so miserable. I'm actually glad, for the first time, that we don't have that many classes together, so I don't have to deal with his depression all the time. Does that make me a bad friend? Probably. Weirdly enough, chemistry has recently become my favourite class. It probably has something to do with the fact that I get to sit next to Jace.

I've discovered that chemistry class is the best class to play footsie in. You're sitting on those supper tall chairs, so your legs are already dangling. You do have to concentrate a little to make sure you don't fall over (which, yes I admit has happened to me- though not because of playing footsie), but as long as you're sitting close enough to your footsie partner, you should be okay.

Jace and I are sitting very close together at the moment, which, while good for our footsie playing, has not helped me to figure out the difference between tetrahedral molecules, octahedral molecules, and trigonal-bipyramid molecules. I'm an artist, I'm usually good at shapes, but electron geometry makes no fucking sense. And Jace's hand on my knee is not helping my concentration.

I lean over my worksheet squinting, "How the hell is that a see-saw?" I ask.

I feel Jace chuckle as he slips his arm around me, "You have to look at it sideways."

"Oh." I huff, "Well that's stupid."

He smirks, "Well if you need help, I'd be happy to tutor you, if you want to come over to my house after school."

"Are you saying you want to show me your ball and stick model?" I ask, in the most seductive voice I can manage. Jace snorts, no Jace guffaws. That's right, I got Jace Lightwood, the smoothest guy in the school, to guffaw. It's surprisingly easy once you get the hang of it, and so much fun.

Getting Jace to break out of the suave facade that he seems to be putting up ninety percent of the time, has become one of my favourite things to do. Jace sometimes seems like an angel, trapped in a metal robot. He's beautiful as it is, but when his essence is released he is stunning. God I sound cheesy. Jace Lightwood should not be making me sound cheesy.

"I'd love to come over." I whisper as the bell rings, and quickly kiss him on the cheek, before walking out of the class. Then, I feel a certain smugness as I realize Jace is following me, "Can I walk with you to class?" He asks.

I snort, "We're not going to the same class."

"Well, then can I walk you to your class?"

"As long as you don't carry my books."

He smirks, "Not a big fan a chivalry?"

"A guy offering to carry a girls books for no reason other than she's a girl is not chivalrous, it's sleazy."

"Okay, what are your feelings about holding doors open." He asks.

"Everyone should hold doors open, it's polite."

"What if, say, we were on a date, and I opened your car door for you?"

"Well that's just a waste of time." I say, "Because then you'd have to walk all the way around the car to get to your door, and that's 20 seconds we could have been doing something better."

Jace laughs, "I'll see you after school." He tells me, pulling me towards him and kissing me. I sink into him and smile.

"Ah, so this is why you wanted to walk me to class." I say, "Now it all becomes clear."

"Don't be silly, I would have kissed you even if you didn't let me walk you to your class."

My stomach flips a little at that, and I have to hide my blush as I walk into art class. Damn it, Jace Lightwood is going to be the death of me.

I'm already done the assignment, so I spend the class making a sketch of Jace with angel wings. It turns out pretty good, I just can't get his eyes right. I can't figure out what colour to use, or how to capture that unique blend of emotion that swirls around in them. In the end, I leave it as is. I'm not sure it's even possible to do justice to Jace Lightwood in a drawing.

My last class of the day is theatre with Jace, which is nice, and Simon and Izzy, which isn't. Today I'm on my laptop, designing the programs for the show. It's actually pretty fun; I get to do graphic design, which is not something I get to do very often.

When I get to the auditorium I am faced with the decision of either sitting near the stage, and my distractingly sexy boyfriend, or up in the booth with my distractingly morose best friend. So obviously I choose option 3: sitting at the back of the auditorium alone.

I walk up the aisle to the back row, and am debating whether to sit on the edge of the seats, or in the centre, and- OH MY GOD THERE'S ALEC AND MAGNUS MAKING OUT. I just back so fast that I almost drop my laptop, and cover my eyes. Then I immediately run up to the sound booth.

I can't believe I just saw that, not that I have a problem with it, but I'm a terrible liar, and Jace doesn't know Alec's gay. Plus I'm pretty sure walking in on two people making out as intensely as those to were is some sort of violation… of something… I don't know.

I run up the steep metal stairs to the booth, knowing full well that I'm being very loud, and also knowing that I'm heading up towards Option number 2.

When I get up to the booth, Henry is sitting by the light board, tinkering with something that looks really… beautiful. I bet it's for Charlotte, oh my god those two are adorable. Simon is sitting in the opposite corner, literally fiddling with his thumbs. I didn't think that people actually did that.

"Hi guys." I say. I'm greeted with silence. Simon gives me a weak smile. Simon offers me a weak smile. Henry doesn't even look up. I feel awkward. Like I need to fill the silence somehow. "Um, OK, I'm just going to work on the programs." I tell them.

The block passes extremely slowly, I try to strike up a conversation with Simon a couple times, but it just feels tense. Apparently Simon has moved on from being sad and confused about Isabelle, to being proud and evasive. I don't know which one I like less. Simon is not really very good at being aloof. He's too nerdy. Trying just makes him seem pathetic.

To be honest, it makes me want to punch Isabelle in the face. But I'm not going to do that, beecause, for one thing I'm pretty sure that she could take me in a fight, and for another, Jace would never forgive me. Jace is incredibly protective of his siblings, something that is clear to anyone who spends any time with them. While Jace is guarded and sarcastic around basically everyone, with Alec and Izzy he is kind and his sarcasm is more playful than harsh. Apparently there's a third Lightwood, named Max, but I have yet to meet him. By all accounts he's the cutest guy to ever roam the earth.

As for his older brother and sisters, I haven't spent much time with them. Alec seems to be quiet and unsociable with just about everybody (except Magnus apparently) and I'm pretty sure that Isabelle is avoiding me. There's a part of me that feels like she's just as upset about this whole Simon thing as he is, but that's probably just wistful thinking. Anyways, that wouldn't make sense, because she's the one who ran away from him, not the other way around.

At any rate, she hasn't been talking to me about it.

Theatre class drags on, but luckily I don't have to deal with Mr. Wayland. Instead I put on my earphones and concentrate on the task at hand. By the end of the period I have a pretty good program laid out. It's just needs a little something extra, I'm not sure what. I'm sure Mr. Wayland will have plenty of ideas about it, and more than a couple insults- sorry- criticisms to give me.

When the bell rings I hurry out of the booth and down the steps, right into into Jace. "Well, well, look who's excited to get to me." He says, smirking.

"I didn't know you were here." I reply, trying to keep some semblance of dignity.

"Uh-huh. Sure. So you weren't rushing to your locker so that you could spend time with me sooner." He leans in to whisper in my ear, "Don't worry, I'm not teasing you, I'm thanking you."

"Well you should work on that, your gratitude sounds more condescension." I reply.

"I'll take that into consideration." He murmurs, and tilts my face towards his, leaning in towards me-

"You're blocking the stairs." Snaps Simon, coming down. I blush, and pull away from Jace, "Sorry."

"It's okay." He grumbles, "I'll see you tomorrow."

"Bye." I say, with a weak wave. I sigh and lean against the wall. Except it's not the wall, it's Jace, who wraps his arm around my waist.

"You okay?" He asks, turning me around to face him.

"Yeah, it's just… Simon. He's been acting weird ever since his date with Isabelle."

"Well, Izzy can have that affect on people. I'm sure he'll be fine."

"I hope so. Has she said anything to you?" I ask hopefully.

He shakes his head, "We in the Lightwood clan are not great at deep meaningful conversations. Just look at Alec; he basically drools whenever he lays eyes on Magnus, and he still refuses to come out to his own brother."

I balk, "You mean, you know Alec is gay?"

"I could ask you the same thing." He points out.

"Why don't you talk to him about it?" I ask.

He shrugs, "I figure he'll tell me when he's ready. I'm not going to force him to tell me all his secrets. And the same goes for Isabelle." He holds out his hand to me, "You ready to go?"

"You never cease to surprise me Jace Lightwood."

"And never will babe."

"Ugh, don't call me babe." I groan, wrinkling my nose.

"What about Hon?" He asks.

"No."

"Sweet cheeks?"

"Don't even think about it." I warn.

He laughs, "Alright, do you need to go to your locker?"

"Um yeah, I just need to pick up some stuff, I'll meet you at the car?"

"Sound great."

I pull away from him and run up the stairs to get my coat, but when I get back down to the Lightwood's car Jace isn't there yet. Instead, Isabelle is there alone, leaning on the hood, texting someone.

"Hi." I say awkwardly, coming in to stand beside her.

"Oh hey." She says jumping a little.

"Did I interrupt something?" I ask.

"Maybe."

I sigh (I seem to be doing that a lot lately), "Isabelle I know that the thing between you and Simon is weird but-"

She cuts me off with a bitter laugh, "Oh please, there's no thing between me and Simon. It was one kiss!"

"One kiss that you ran away from."

She turns and glares at me, "Look, Clary, I don't care if you're just fucking my brother, or if you plan on getting married and having all his babies, I really don't. But if you think that it means that we are going to bond, or be friends, you're wrong." She pushes herself off the car and puts her phone in her pocket, "Tell Jace and Alec I'll see them at home. I'm walking."

I watch her go. Yup, she's definitely upset. And I'm even more confused.

Jace comes up behind me, "Hey there, have you been waiting long?"

"Nope." I answer, smiling genuinely. At least Jace is here, and happy. It's weird that Jace Lightwood is the source of steady, positive energy in my life. But there you go. The world is so bizarre.

A/N: And there you go. Not a great chapter I'll admit, but it's really hard to write for Clary. Anyways, next chapter will be back to Izzy, yay! Please Review.