A/N: Hey, guys. Not much to say today except I hope you like it.

Disclaimer: All rights to Cassandra Clare with the exception of the plot.

Clary POV:

I pulled on my spikes, still visibly angry like a red ball of anger. I muttered to myself. I forced myself to look out of the corner of my eye to try and read that pathetic bastard's face. He was lacing up his spikes as well, but I couldn't tell what he was thinking at all, based off his face. It was emotionless. I grumbled to myself some more and sped up, finishing getting my spikes on before him. I felt childish for feeling so triumphant, but it was alright. If he was allowed to be a jerk, I was allowed to be sort of petty.

Izzy POV:

I was unbelievably nervous, as I talked, but tried not to show it. Simon looked intrigued. I think. Dear god, I hope so.

I blabbered some more about my life. "So...what about you?"

Alec POV

"I'm not good enough for you," he said, crying bitterly now. My eyebrows furrowed. I reached out to comfort him, and he jerked away. A sickening feeling on dread formed in the pit of my stomach. Magnus never acted like this.

"Magnus..." I began, suspicious," what's going on?"

He shook his head, terrified. "They'll kill me if I say. I've already said too much!" he fretted, tears streaming down his face. The last time he'd been like this...oh no. No, not again.

"How many, where, and when?" I demanded, clearly angry.

"Two," he sobbed. "Everywhere, and for a month," Magnus choked out.

Clary POV:

The coach yelled at us to get with our partners. I mentally reminded myself to request for a new partner because at the moment...my partner was Jace. And I hated his guts. And every other body part of his.

Today we were supposed to run eight hundred meters with our partner to practice relays, by trading off the batons every hundred meters.

A team work activity. Great.

"I'm starting first," I told him in a no-nonsense tone. "Get to the first triangle."

He nodded and ran to the first triangle and I began to sprint. I hated it, I hated that we worked so well together because Coach was sure to put us on the same team then for an actual relay at the meet tomorrow. Ugh.

We finished rather quickly, panting heavily after we finished. It was record time. Usually I'd be excited, not today, though. Why oh why did they have to be at this school, or I be at this school?

Jace came up to me after we recorded our time. I narrowed my emerald eyes, and crossed my arms over my chest defensively. "What do you want?"

"I just, I wanna apologize again for earlier, I shouldn't ha-" he began, but I cut him off, holding up my hand.

"Save it for someone who cares, jackass," I growled and left him there, alone, again. I got a drink of water, fuming. How dare he? He had the audacity to, t-to...ARGH! I sipped more water, to calm myself.

Simon POV:

She was beautiful when she talked so excited and everything. Damn. Why'd she have to stop?

"Uh...uhhhh..." I stammered.

"Something wrong?" she asked.

"I'm afraid my life is nowhere near as interesting as yours," I admitted, rubbing the back of my neck.

Isabelle laughed. "It's quite alright, but I want to know about you," she smiled.

Her laugh sounded like the harps of angels and her smile was brighter than the sun. "Um...I'm Jewish," I blurtered. Idiot. That was so random. Weirdo.

"That's cool," she said, giving her stamp of approval, without meaning to, probably. But I couldn't help but care what she thought about.

"I love superheroes and comics, manga and anime, Star Wars, and a bunch of other stuff," I rambled.

"You're such a geek," she said, smiling. But she said affectionately, like she liked it. And that me smile.

"Hey, Izzy?" I began.

"Yeah?" her voice was soft.

"I think I love you," I admitted. She was quiet for some time, which made me really nervous that I'd gone too far.

"I think I love you too," she whispered after the silence, her face soft and warm. My cheeks pulled and I broke into a grin, mirroring hers.

Isabelle Lightwood and Simon Lewis. Who would've thought? But it was perfect, and that me smile even harder.

Jace POV:

I stood there, lost in thought and stunned for a short period of time.

I've already apologized twice! Jeez, I get it, Clary, I screwed up. Badly. But I miss you and I'm really really sorry, and please...please just take me back. I'll do whatever it takes. Please. I-i love you.

Magnus POV:

I felt weak and terrified as a cried, feeling like a baby. They were going to kill me, I was going to die! I shouldn't have said anything!

I'm just a stupid, worthless, freak. And Alexander deserves more than me. He deserves better. I'm not good enough.

These thoughts evoked more tears, and I let Alec hold me close, comforting me, as he muttered angry things. I begged for him to just break up with me and not try to solve my problems. What if he got hurt?

But Alexander was stubborn and he refused. That just made me cry harder.

A/N: Sorry, I know it's short. But I really wanted to update quicker this time, to attempt to try and make up for not updating for so long. Don't forget to review.