So this is my second update in a day, but I was so bored and finshed two books what else was I supposed to do? This is by far the shortest chapter, manly a fiter one.

Simon POV (I thought it might be fun)

Waking up next to Clary's sleeping figure (and remember they are just best friends like in the books and this is normal) was the best feeling in the world. Seeing her completely at peace and no worries from yesterday just made my day.

I still can't wrap my mind around what happened. That my Clary was beaten and abused and that she didn't tell anyone. Was it that she didn't trust me? Does she not know how strongly I feel about her and that I would do anything in the world for.

If she doesn't know how I feel, or if she doesn't trust me enough to tell me everything, I have to tell her. I to confess that I Simon Lewis have been in love with my best friend for ten years. I just had to do the one thing that scarred me most in the world. No biggie.

The love of my life stirs beside me on the couch, looking like the prettiest angel in the world no matter how much she down plays it. Her vibrant red locks are matched only by fiery temper, the bright green eyes that are hidden behind her black-rimmed glasses always have a light shinning in them, and when it was gone yesterday I almost fell apart looking at her. Not to mention how intelligent she is, just lacking a bit in math and bio.

I glance to the clock besides me, it reads 6:45, we slept in.

"Clary wake up we are going to be late to school." I say while shaking her petite form.

"Nooooo."

"Please?" I plead with her.

"Can't we just skip school?" Okay last night really affected her if she doesn't want to go to school, both of us understand how crucial education is.

"I have food."

"I'm up," Her eyes fly open and she scans the room for food.

"You have to get ready first" I tell her while thrusting a shirt and pair of jeans at her; there's always a drawer of the other person's clothes at our houses.

Then she gives me the signature Clary-pout-face, if I didn't have my entire life getting used to it, I would have answered her every whim. I almost do now.

She exits with a pout, but not before I notice there is still a little bit of red in her eyes. If Jonathan does anything else to hurt her I swear...

*time skip*

The day was normal, except for the fact Clary was tenser than usual but who could blame her? Luckily I many classes with her and her brother was in all different classes being a year older. Well that was proven wrong when both of them entered gym before lunch.

"Great. First my least favorite subject starts for the entire quarter, and now it's with these two." It's like I can just feel the fury radiating of of her in waves.

"So long as we don't have to actually be on a team with them or anything."

Lucky they weren't. It was actually the opposite. The teacher wanted to "start out slow" which meant a friendly game of dodgeball. But, when the whistle blew it was anything but friendly to me.

Although I got out almost instantly, Clary stayed in the game the longest of anyone on our team. Something was wrong. Clary was terrible at sports, not to mention she liked get out early with me so we could talk. Her reasoning was explained however, when Jonathan was the only person on the other side.

He couldn't hear them speaking but he definitely knew they were talking. Not to mention Clary's face was getting redder by the minute, something that only happened when she laughed too hard or got mad. The second one seemed the most plausible.

Clary threw a few dodgeballs in vain, but it was ultimately ended when Jon hit her in the side. Right by her scar

Fuming, Clary went in the locker rooms since gym was over, and Simon decided that he would have to tell her at lunch.

"Simon." A tired voice huffed out, Jon.

"I'm glad to see you finally remembered my name."

"I'll let that one slide if you tell me whats wrong with my sister." Excuse me! That was like a trigger for all of his hatred for her older brother to spill out, and he didn't stop it.

"What's wrong with her? Look at you completely oblivious to anything related to your sister!" I could see the looks and knew I couldn't give away too much. "You heard her yesterday, she told you everything that you did wrong. Only you didn't listen and let your impulsivity take over! i don't think that you can get out of this one but I would love to see you try." With that I walked away, proud for standing in up for Clary like that. Was there really anything I wouldn't do for Clary? I had to tell her at lunch. before she got attached to anyone or got a boyfriend. May the odds be in my favor.

"Clary can I talk to you for a minute?" I asked, leading her away from the throng of people eating lunch.

"Of course whats up?"

"Clary I..." Why was it so hard to say it? Was it because I didn't want to face her if she didn't love me? Or was I more afraid she did feel the same way?

"What is it? What happened?"

Why did I decide to do this? In Divergent, there is a fear simulation in Dauntless that shows all your fears. The last one that pops up is your worst fear, the one that lives in the back of your mind. In Simon's mind this very moment was his worst fear. (I) You should have just let go, or else you have to tell her now and get it over with like peeling off a bandaid.

"Clary I... I love you."

Simon confessed!