"Clary?" Simon knocked gently on the red heads door. There was no response from inside, and Simon twisted his mouth, wondering if he should just go in. There weren't many boundaries between the two, given how well they knew each other, but when they had moved in together, they had made a ground rule that if one of their bedroom doors were shut, then they would respect the fact that they wanted privacy. "Clary?" Simon tried again, lifting his voice so it was a little louder. It was nearly eleven o'clock on Sunday, and that wasn't too late for them if they had gone out the night before, but they had exited early last night, and Clary had gone straight to bed, even though all of her friends were huddled together in the lounge, asking if she wanted to talk or watch TV with them.
"Maybe just give her some more time," Kaelie suggested, looking unfairly beautiful, even though she was wearing one of Simon's shirts that was too big for her, and a pair of basketball shorts that Raphael had offered her. She had slept in Simon's bed last night, not wanting to leave before she could see Clary and make sure she was okay, and Simon had grumbled about being kicked onto the floor several times. "She looked pretty upset last night."
"I don't even..." Simon squinted. "I don't even understand—when did her and Isabelle even meet? And—did Isabelle call her a tramp? I don't understand." He didn't fully know what had happened last night, but they already knew that something had happened between Jace and Clary, and then Isabelle was somehow involved in it as well? Maybe Simon would get it if there was some kind of weird love triangle thing that was happening, but Isabelle and Jace were cousins, so that was counted out. Plus, Simon would be pretty upset if that was the case, since he thought that he and Isabelle were working toward something together, aside from the fact that the pair of them were cousins...
"I don't—" Kaelie was cut off when Clary's door opened. Kaelie pushed right past Simon to wrap her arms around Clary, cuddling her close. "Aw, my little cinnamon roll," she murmured, peppering kisses across Clary's forehead. "How are you feeling?"
"I'm fine," Clary sighed, her voice muffled by Kaelie's shoulder. Simon joined in the threeway hug, throwing his arms around both girls. After a moment, Clary let out a chuckle that didn't sound genuine, but her friends would take what they could. "Guys, seriously, I'm okay."
"Well, you haven't really been okay for a while now, ever since whatever it was that happened with Jace," Simon said bluntly. "And what the fuck was that last night? You know Isabelle?"
"Wait—so you do know her? How the fuck do you know her?" Clary pulled away from Kaelie and narrowed her eyes as if it was Simon's fault. The good mood that she seemed to be aiming for looked as though it had completely fallen away now.
"She's—she's the girl from work. The—the bosses daughter," Simon stuttered out.
"The one you went on a date with?!" Clary cried, looking as though Simon had betrayed her in the worst possible way.
"Well, yeah," Simon shrugged with one shoulder. "But—she's so nice! I don't understand what happened!" Clary's eyes were angry, and Simon had to remind himself that Clary wasn't pissed at him, just the situation.
"She wasn't nice to me at all," Clary's voice was sharp. "I had never fucking met her before, and then she showed up at Jace's house, and I was just getting out of bed, and she was in the kitchen judging the fuck out of me without even talking to me!" Kaelie's eyebrows pulled together and she looked as though she was getting angry listening to what Clary was saying. "She called me a tramp, and said that I was just taking advantage of Jace. Said that I was just hanging out with him to 'escape by boring student life'," Clary's fingers were in the air, making quotation marks and Simon winced. "She also said..." she faltered for a moment. "She also said that Alec thought the same thing, and—that must mean Alexander, right?" Clary frowned as her brain count up on the events from last night. "I mean, we had met before, but I just hadn't really clicked that that was who she was talking about." She clenched her jaw and her expression suddenly changed to a defeated one. "Great. From what she said, it sounds like he hates me as well."
"No one hates you," Kaelie quickly said, eyes narrowing. "And even if this whore Isabelle said that shit about you, Jace didn't believe her. It was obvious on his face last night that he felt bad about whatever it was that went down between you guys."
"It doesn't matter," Clary replied and she turned around to walk over to her drawers, opening the second draw and beginning to flip through her clothes, looking for a specific shirt to put on, a loose one that she liked to spend her lazy days in. "It's over now, and I just..." she took in a deep breath, her shoulders lifting and then slumping back down, obviously trying to calm herself down. "I just want to forget about the whole thing, okay?" Kaelie and Simon shared looks, not saying anything. "Are Raph and Lyds still here?" Clary asked as she found the shirt that she was looking for and pulled it out.
"Actually, Raphael asked Lydia if she wanted to go out and grab some breakfast," Kaelie said, glad that there was potential news to cheer Clary up.
"Are they going to be bringing anything back?" Clary asked as she kept her back to her friends as she pulled her sleeping shirt over her head and tossed it toward her bed, sliding her other shirt on and wiggling around until it fell comfortably.
"Nope," Kaelie shook her head. "Coz he then asked her if she wanted to go and see a movie with him afterward, just the two of them." Clary turned around at that and there was a small smile on her face.
"So he finally asked her out on a date?" She asked.
"Something like that," Kaelie grinned and then opened her mouth to continue when there was a yell from the lounge.
"Clary! My biscuit—where are you?!" Simon rolled his eyes as Magnus' voice got closer.
"We really need to start locking out front door," he muttered. "With everyone just letting themselves in."
"Oh, shut up," Magnus responded sassily as he appeared in Clary's room, the four of them making the room seem pretty over crowded. "Darling," Magnus cooed as he came over to Clary, wrapping his arms around Clary and pulling her in close. "I came over as soon as I wasn't seeing in triple." Clary smiled again at Magnus' comment, feeling better again. "I mean, I'm still seeing in double, I had to throw back so many drinks after all that awkwardness that happened after..." he took in a breath and waved his fingers in a weird, spinning motion at Clary. "I needed to make sure you were okay. I'm so sorry for putting you in that position last night—"
"It wasn't your fault, Mags," Clary quickly assured him. "I overreacted as well. She had just said some things when she was at Jace's the other day and it stung."
"Her and Jace left shortly after you guys," Magnus told her, one arm still hanging loosely over her shoulders. "Alexander stayed for a bit longer, but he was distracted. I told him to go somewhere between my tenth shot of the night and the one that had me waking up in my closet with a pink feather boa wrapped around me." Simon snorted at that, and Clary tried to suppress the grin on her face. "He called me this morning though, about an hour before I left my place to come here."
"Are you guys okay?" Clary suddenly thought out loud. "Shit, if I've caused drama between you two—"
"No, no," Magnus assured her. "Nothing like that. We're both adults, and we can separate ourselves from our friends and families drama. He mainly apologized for Isabelle though."
"So he doesn't agree with her?" Clary asked quietly. Magnus pursed his lips together, and Clary felt her stomach twist uncomfortably. She really should be able to just ignore what people thought or said about her. The peoples opinions that she actually cared about were good, and they were the ones that actually knew her. But it didn't stop it from hurting just a little.
"He doesn't agree with how she said. And a lot of what she apparently said, he doesn't agree with either," Magnus began slowly. "And, biscuit, don't you think for a second that I agree with either of them. I know you better than that." Clary managed a weak smile, but it didn't really make anything feel better.
"He thinks I'm some slut? Who's just taking advantage of Jace?" Clary asked dully.
"Alexander is just worried about his cousin," Magnus said placatingly, obviously trying to smooth things over, but not wanting to lie to his friend. Clary took in a shaky breath, because that wasn't a yes or a no answer, which sort of said all it really needed to. When she had woken up in her bed this morning, she had been telling herself over and over again that she didn't need Jace, so it didn't matter what his friends or his cousins or whoever they were thought of her.
But the lines between his friends and hers was starting to blur.
And it hurt, because even though whatever it was between her and Jace was complicated and maybe they weren't established in what they were, but for her part, she considered him at least a friend.
And it was easy to say that words didn't hurt, it was easy in theory, it was a lot harder in theory.
"I think I just want to be alone," Clary told her friends. Simon looked hurt, and she had a feeling that he thought that maybe she was angry at him, because of his connection with Isabelle. She wasn't—of course she wasn't, because Simon couldn't know what had happened, and as soon as it was revealed what Isabelle had said, Simon was on her side instantly. But she didn't have it in her to reassure her friend right now.
She just wanted to be alone.
"I've got a lot of painting I need to do..." the red head waved at the easel in the corner of the room, and the long desk against one wall where all of her paints and brushes were cluttered. It was a weak excuse and no one believed her, but thankfully, no one called her on it.
"Alright, babe," Kaelie murmured. "But we're gonna hang around, okay? Bug Simon for the rest of the day," she gave him a weak smile over her shoulder, which he didn't return. She leaned forward and gave Clary another hug.
"You let us know if you need anything, okay, biscuit?" Magnus added.
"I will," Clary jerked her head in a nod. Kaelie and Magnus left her room, leaving her with just Simon. Simon looked hesitant to leave, but he knew that she wanted her time alone. He reached out with one of his hand, finding hers and giving it a squeeze. Clary squeezed back and Simon gave her a small smile, before he turned and left the room as well, closing the door behind him.
Um...My song recommendations for this week would be Hitchhiker by Demi Lovato, All You Need To Know by Gryffin featuring Calle Lehmann, Rollercoaster by The Jonas Brothers and All This Time by Drax Project, which has just officially been released. The studio version doesn't quite hold up to the live version, it's like there's too much synth and they tried to downplay how powerful the sax it's, which is the best part of the song. I've got this recording of when we saw them at smaller concert, at a club, and the whole atmosphere is fucking amazing when this song comes on, if we're friends on Facebook or Snapchat and you want a copy, let me know and I'll send it through :) But I still recommend the version that's out there on Youtube and Spotify.
Moviewise...John Wick 3 was incredible, as expected. I bawled by eyes out in Rocketman, but it was so, so good. I adore Taron Egerton and Richard Maddon, and they played their roles so well. I don't recommend the new Ted Bundy film, tbh. I was looking forward to it, I love Zac Efron and Lily Collins, and Ted Bundy is a fascinating study subject, but...I just felt like it glorified him so much, and it honestly made me feel a bit sick. TV shows I would recommend would be Madam Secretary, Harlots and High Seas. Also, did anyone watch the first episode of Euphoria? It is absolutely fucking amazing. I bawled my eyes out and my heart hurt and there were parts that hit a little close to home, but shit, it's so fucking good.
Lyric of the week...'My daddy put a gun to my head/Said if you kiss a boy, I'm gonna shoot you dead/So I tied him up with gaffa tape and I locked him in a shed/Then I went out to the garden and I fucked my best friend'...