So Cassie Clare had just posted (I literally refreshed her blog page TWENTY times today, waiting for the entry) a scene from the Clockwork Prince, with Tessa ending up kissing a guy (hmm . . . who do you think? I bet half of you would be shocked!), as another reward for having Jace win the contest. Tomorrow, she's going to post a Malec scene from COLS, so we'll cross our fingers and wait for that too! This scene really had my skins tingling, and I literally shivered and giggled after I read it. -giggle- See? I'm still doing it.

Anyway, on with the chapter! Don't own the series.

Unasinous

Isabelle tried to be casual as she stepped into the subway, her dark hair flowing around her like a black silk curtain and shining like polished glass. The few people that were in the chamber stared at her as she sat down, the men looking hypnotized, and the girls slightly upset. She kept her face blank, despite the bubbling annoyance and anger inside her stomach, and decided that Aline was a stupid, ridiculous, unlikable wench. Yes, very stupid. A dumb girl who dared her to take the subway back to the Institute. She didn't need a dare for that.

A girl next to her frowned and made a face of barely-repressed jealousy, and her noise of spite did not go without Isabelle's notice. Suddenly feeling a bit daring and superior, Isabelle turned to her and smiled her nicest smile. "Hey," she said.

The train lurched with a start, and the girl replied with nod.

"So where are you from?" Izzy asked, noticing the girl's tan-lines on her shoulders and sun-bleached hair. She looked at Izzy with light-brown eyes, then turned away snobbishly.

"From a place where we know better than to use a preposition at the end of a sentence," she replied. Izzy raised her eyebrows, but surprisingly kept her cool despite the girl's rudeness. She looked at her for a while, and then smiled a devilish, sweet smile and asked again.

"Alright then, how about this: So where are you from, bitch?"

Ah! This is not original, again! But I got it from this website that did not have any copyrights . . . So that's not really stealing, is it? Ah ha ha.

Anyway, the word for this chapter means 'being equal in stupidity' . . . It doesn't fully match the whole drabble, but let's suppose that Izzy thinks that both Aline and the girl on the subway are equally stupid. Eh?

" – If I were another man, a normal man, I might have hopes, presumptions even; I might -—" His words seemed to catch; either because he realized he had said too much or because he had run out of breath.

She shook her head, feeling her plaits tickle her neck. "This is the fever speaking, not you."

His eyes darkened, and he began to turn away from her. "You can't even believe I could want you," he said in a half-whisper. "That I am alive enough, healthy enough —"

"No." Without thinking, she caught at his arm. He stiffened. "[name], that's not at all what I meant – "

:D Who is it? WHO IS IT! I'm sorry if you're mad that I erased out the name, but I DON'T WANT TO SPOIL ALL THE FUN! I want YOU guys to actually experience it yourself. :)

Don't glare at me. You know you love me. Hee.

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