Simon woke up and felt like a rock band was playing in his head. He must have fallen asleep unexpectedly, because his glasses were still on his head. As Simon sat up he saw that he was not in his room. He looked around and the events of last night played in his head. He went to work on the project, swam, and then playing drinking games. If the last thing he remembered was playing drinking games, then he must be at Julie's house still. If he had to guess Simon would say he was in one of the guest bedrooms. How he got there though, he had no clue. This was the last straw, Simon decided that he would never drink again. While it might be fun in the moment, the after effect of alcohol was too much for Simon.

Once Simon's head cleared slightly he made his way into the living room where he saw Beatriz. He had gotten to know her better yesterday, so he knew that she was friendlier than he had previously thought. Simon tried to be social for once by sitting on the couch next to her. "What are you watching?"

Beatriz turned her head in his direction and flashed him a smile, "The Three Stooges. There's a marathon on right now," Beatriz added. Simon saw the three partaking in their usual shenanigans and cracked a smile. Simon didn't realize that popular kids liked them too.

"That's surprising, you don't really seem like you would like them." Simon mentioned.

"Why because I'm one of the popular kids?" Beatriz asked. Simon shook his head in agreement. "Fair enough, but my dad's always watching them. He ended up getting me into them too. Anyway, I'm sure you've seen by now that I'm not very similar to most popular kids."

Simon concurred, "That's true, typically whenever I think of popular kids I think of…"

Beatriz cut him off, "Do you mean Julie?"

"To be honest yes, she seems like the perfect 'It' girl," Simon stated.

"She might come off like that, but once you get to know her she's not so bad. Julie is very loyal when it comes to her friends, I can trust that she will always have my back," Beatriz pointed out.

"She sounds a lot like Clary in that way, she must be your best friend," Simon said.

"Yeah I guess you're right, I never really thought about it before," Beatriz replied.

"The muffins are done!" Julie exclaimed as she entered the room.

"You can bake?" Simon asked.

Julie glanced over at Simon and responded, "Yeah, so what? Do you have a problem with that?"

Simon chuckled slightly, for some reason Julie and baking didn't seem like they would go together. Simon decided to give Julie the benefit of the doubt, as he grabbed for one of the muffins. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Beatriz mouthing 'no' to him, but it was already too late. Julie was eagerly watching to see how he thought the muffin tasted, Simon couldn't back out now. Simon took a small bite of the muffin, or at least he tried to, and heard a loud crunch. "What flavor were these again? Rock solid? Wait, that's what I should name my band! Rock Solid Panda!"

Julie grabbed the nearest pillow and chucked it at Simon, "Way to throw the hospitality I've shown you right back in my face. You are just so ugh!" Julie yelled as she stormed out of the living room back into the kitchen. Yep, he had definitely made her mad this time. Simon was just being honest though, it wasn't his fault that here cooking was terrible.

Once Julie was out of earshot Beatriz burst out laughing, "I told you not to!"

"It would have been rude of me to turn her down," Simon reasoned.

"But it was okay for you to say her muffins were rock solid? Then on top of that you started mentioning a band name. She even spent the past couple of hours making those."

Now Simon was starting to feel bad for Julie, which was something he never thought he would do. "Now I feel like I should apologize. She was right, she let us stay over and everything. I am such a jerk," Simon chastised himself.

"I wouldn't worry about it too much Simon, Julie already knows how bad her cooking is. She is trying to improve so she won't take anything you say to heart," Beatriz explained.

"Oh, alright then. Oh crap! I need to talk to Clary! She's probably worried sick about me right now! I'll be back!" Simon exclaimed as he headed back to the guest room.

One his way back he ran into George who was mumbling something along the lines of 'one sheep, two sheep, red sheep, blue sheep.' Simon was pretty sure it was supposed to be fish instead of sheep, but he had no plans to correct George.

When Simon arrived in the room he closed the door behind him and pulled his phone out of his pocket. He saw that it was turned off and became confused. Simon was pretty sure he hadn't turned it off, but not all of last night had come back to him yet so he couldn't be sure. Simon turned his phone on and saw notification after notification pop up. He had thirty missed called from Clary and sixteen text messages. Oh boy, Simon was sure that Clary was going to give him an earful.

Simon took in a deep breath and pressed the dial button, the phone only rang once before Clary picked up, "Simon? No this can't be Simon, because he would have checked his phone. The only way Simon would ignore me is if he was dead or lost his phone. So which is it?"

"Calm down Clary, there's a perfectly good reason for my lack of communication," Simon explained.

"So it is you Simon. I thought you were dead! Do you mind explaining now?" Clary inquired.

"Well I went over to Julie's to work on the group project and I must have turned my phone off at some point," Simon lied.

"Really, that was all then? You just did school stuff is that right?"

"Yep, that was it. Nothing to worry about, we just worked through the night so we slept over."

"Simon Lewis! Since when did you become a liar? Why don't you check Julie's Instagram right now and tell me that again." Simon wasn't sure why Clary seemed so mad, until he saw what Julie had posted. There were photos from yesterday when he was swimming and some from when they were playing games. Some of the photos looked especially incriminating there was the one with him and Beatriz in the pool and they looked too close and there was another one where he and Beatriz were laying down practically on top of each other as they slept. "You've been quiet for a while Simon, have you been thinking of what you are going to say?"

"Just let me explain," Simon declared. He then went told her everything he could remember from last night.

"You just had to make me worry, if it weren't for those photos I would have been at Julie' banging on the door until someone brought you to me."

"You sound like more of a mom right now than a best friend," Simon teased.

"Shut up. I wouldn't press your luck if I were you. I'll see you later." With that Clary hung up.

"How come you didn't make your move last night?" Julie asked. "I gave you ample opportunity go for it, but you didn't try anything."

"That's not necessarily true, I tried to kiss him in his sleep, but someone stopped me," Julie clarified.

"You make it sound like I'm the bad guy here," George remarked. "What you were trying to do was flat out wrong. Like Julie said you had plenty of chances when he was awake."

"I know, I know. I'm just trying to take things slow at first, I don't want to push too hard and scare him off. He also just finished whatever was going on between him and Isabelle, so I'm trying to give him time for that too," Beatriz asserted.

"That's fine, just don't be too surprised if someone else takes him away from you," Julie responded. While Julie might be right, Beatriz was pretty sure that she could get Simon to notice her.

"I won't let that happen," Beatriz vowed. "He will fall for me." Isabelle had let Simon slip out of her grasp, but Beatriz would not let that happen. She was determined to make Simon like her back, she was sure that this was more than just a crush.

Simon walked back into the room, "Hey guys, I have to go back. I'll talk to you about the project later." Well there was always tomorrow for her to pursue Simon. After the events of last night Beatriz needed to rest.