xoxomco: thank you. 10 Things I Hate About You is just amazing. That's the saying, I believe.

aftertales: "what is a canteen?" I dont know whether it's an English thing or something certain people say but it's another word for a cafeteria.
"Why did Simon call Jace 'Jace Wayland'? He would only know him as Jace Lightwood." Shit, sorry! That's my fault. I meant Lightwood, haha, I've never noticed before now.

Simon wiped an imaginary tear away. "I'll be sad to finish these pranks, it's been fun."

Clary watched him from her bed and laughed. "How long did your mom say you could be here?"

"A few hours. She hasn't seen me for today and some of yesterday except for me popping in and telling her I'd be here."

Clary nodded in understanding. "We'd better get planning then."

Simon's mischievous grin reappeared. "Indeed."

Clary stood up and paced slowly. "Okay, so we've vandalised her car, we've covered her in a gross mixture but what else?"

"I think that we should employ a third party." Simon said.

Clary turned to Simon and saw the look on his face. "Izzy?"

Simon blushed slightly and grinned again. "Izzy. Call her."

Clary frowned slightly. "You call her."

"I'm no good on the phone. Or talking to Izzy."

Clary rolled her eyes. "Fine." She pulled out her phone and phone Izzy in her contacts.

"Hey Clary, what's up?"

"Me and Simon are planning a prank on Kaelie and-"

"Kaelie?... Wait. Those other pranks... Those were you two?!" Izzy practically squealed.

Clary laughed slightly. "Yeah."

"I want in."

"Well, that's what we're kinda calling for. We need another idea."

"Are you at your house?"

"Yeah."

"I'll be around in a minute."

Clary put her thumb up to Simon. "I'll text you the address."

"Yay! Okay." Then she hung up.

"Come on, you two. What would affect her most?"

Clary and Simon looked at Izzy, who was perched on the edge of Clary's bed leaning back on her hands, questioningly.

Izzy shook her head. "She's the most stereotypical high school girl ever. Think! What do they like..?"

"Uh... Make-up, guys, clothes-"

"Eureka! Clothes!"

"... I have no idea where this is going." Simon murmured, looking bewildered.

"We go into her house and ruin her clothes!" Izzy said, like it was the most obvious thing.

Clary's eyes widened. "Izzy! We cant break into her house!"

"Why not?"

"Because... Because... It's illegal." Clary whispered as though she was afraid someone would overhear.

Izzy rolled her eyes. "You vandalised her car, that's also illegal."

"Still!"

Izzy pointed at Simon. "You're not coming with us though, you'd probably fall and wake her up."

"I don't think I want to be in Kaelie's bedroom." Simon shuddered.

Clary sighed. "Fine, I'll do it."

Izzy clapped. "Good! Now. I know where her bedroom is in the house- we used to be friends, believe it or not- and I happen to know that she's a very heavy sleeper so this should be a piece of cake."

"You were friends with Kaelie?" Clary asked. She couldn't seem to imagine them being friends.

Izzy waved her hand. "It's not important. Just know that I regret it."

"Wait," Simon spoke up again. "How will you see her reaction?"

Izzy sighed. "Simon, it's not about seeing the reaction. It's just the knowledge of doing it."

(Later that night)

"For God's sake, Clary, at least try to keep up." Izzy whisper-shouted outside Kaelie's house, looking behind her to Clary.

"I. Am. Trying." Clary whisper-shouted back.

When Clary caught up, Izzy gave her a foot's up to the first floor balcony. Clary pulled Izzy up who, luckily for Clary, weighed next to nothing. They then clambered (Clary clambered. Izzy didn't) to the balcony outside Kaelie's- according to Izzy- room.

Izzy pulled some scissors out of her handbag and approached Kaelie's walk-in wardrobe. She gestured for Clary to join her. Clary tip-toed slowly, careful to avoid bras and shoes strewn across the floor.

They walked into the wardrobe and silently got to work cutting up the clothing. Izzy spotted some shoe boxes and went over to them.

She gasped. "Clary," she was still whispering. "Look! These heels are brand new! They've never been worn! AND we have the same size feet!... I'm taking these."

"Izzy! Stop stealing her shoes."

Izzy tutted quietly, the heels now in her seemingly bottomless bag. "It's only one pair. Besides, that slut could never appreciate these beautys."

"Come on, Iz. Carry on cutting."

Two very long hours later and Clary and Izzy were finished.

"Okay, Clary. Let's go."

As they walked back to the house, Clary decided to ask about Simon. "So... Are you and Simon, like, a thing now?"

Izzy shrugged and sighed. "I don't know. I'm used to the guy making the first move. With Simon, it's like he wants to be with me but he also doesn't."

"You seem less... confident with Simon."

Izzy shrugged again and kicked a twig in her path. "It's different with him. I feel different to him. When I was with Jonathan, I didn't care about him not meeting my parents and things like that. But Simon means more to me and we aren't even exclusively a thing."

"You should talk to him. He won't know what you want unless you tell him outright."

Izzy nodded, a thoughtful look on her face. "I think you're right," She slung an arm around Clary's shoulders. "Thanks."

I'm sorry if this was a bit shit, the second half was slightly rushed.