So, if anyone was upset after yesterdays clifhanger, you might as well not read this because this is probably the biggest cliffhanger in the series and you will probably hate me. Anyway I realized that my sttory if progressing WAY too fast, so it may take a little while for everything to be explained but it all will. Shoutout to AnimeFan972 for the heartwarming review.

Disclaimer: I own nothing but plot, the rest goes to Cassandra Clare.

Clary POV

Is it even worth it to go to school today? If I go to school then I will be forced to see Simon since we have almost every class together. Besides what should I do if I run into him? What am I doing? Simon obviously wanted to anger me, so why should I give him the satisfaction of cowering to him? He can do whatever he wants, it's quite apparent I'm not anywhere in his life anymore. Those were just the thoughts I had debating to get out of bed. Today was going to be one giant headache. Great.

I still can't believe what Simon did to me yesterday. He went back on his promise that we would always be there for each other. (I know it's so cliche but we were little, our minds didn't register cliche.)

*Flashback*

I couldn't hear anything over the sound of my crying. The warm drops that showed how weak I was kept running across my checks, and I was powerless to stop them.

"Clary!" A concerned voice shouted my name, but I didn't care. Couldn't a kindergardener be alone in their grieving? "Clary look at me. It's Simon." Seeing the familiar sight was comforting, but I still wanted to be alone.

"I want to be alone Simon."

"Aline again?" I nodded, little as she was she was ruthless.

"She..." The tears were making it hard to speak, every word struggling to make it out. "Said my hair was redder a fire and that i should dye it. She said it made me look ugly, like there were flames on my head."

"She's just jealous. She wishes her boring black hair would be as exciting as yours." Even from the beginning he always knew what to say.

"Do you mean it?"

"Of course I do, and if she ever teases you again I will be there okay?"

"Promise?"

"How about this." He holds out his right hand, his pinky extended. A mile long grin appeared on my once-sad face. "Take my and repeat after me." I obliged, hooking my tiny finger with his. "I promise to always be there for you whenever you need it."

"And we will never give up on each other." I added, wanting some input in this.

"Of course." Simon smiled with a happiness that only mine could match.

*End flashback*

I cringe at the thought of the memory. That was before Simon went back on his word. The entire idea of "friendship" once brought me joy and made me ebullient. Now it ignites pure hatred, hatred that is adding to the pit of darkness in my stomach.

"Clary hurry up or you will miss breakfast!" my mom's voice surprised me, I hadn't expected her to be home and I don't recall seeing her last night. Or was I too depressed to notice. Anyway it's a good thing so that she can be my transportation for school. I am not riding with Jon or walking again.

Marching downstairs, my mom glances at me and her face drops. Did she know what was going on? Could she sense what was wrong with me?

Glumly I accepted toast and bacon, although eating was the last thing on my mind.

"So how are you doing Clary?"

"Just fine." Dang it! I only use the word fine if I am upset, if my distress wasn't obvious before it way now. I should have just made a bright fluorescent sign that said "Just dumped by best friend!"

"What's wrong Clary? Is it Aline again?" My mom had forced the truth of Aline out of me, but last year I lied and told her that she was done with me. I never lie to her, but I couldn't handle the constant nagging.

"Nothing, and everything is fine with Aline."

"Then it's Simon isn't it?"

"I... I don't know what your talking about." I sputtered out. Cross out the neon sign, I should have just advertised it on tv.

"Oh please. You didn't call Simon last night, and you are depressed. Simon always makes sure that you are never depressed."

"Mom," I stammered to find a suitable lie. "We just have a lot of pressure on us this year as sophomores, and Simon texted me this morning saying that his phone was dead last night."

"Right. Well hurry up, don't want to be late do you?" My mom seemed to have dropped the topic for now. But I was going to have to seem happy next time or she would know something was up. Even if she never acts like me mom, if I didn't improve my acting skills even Jon would know what's up.

*time skip*

I still don't know how I convinced myself to come to school today. Just the thought of seeing Simon made my blood boil and my nervousness go haywire. Strange combination.

Not to mention the fact that Aline will be here again to torture me even more with her venomous, unoriginal words. I was finally able to handle it this year, but that was after years of Simon consulting me daily. Now that I didn't have him by my side, I lost any backbone that I ever had. She hadn't even come up to me yet! Maybe you can fake sick if you run too the nurse and pretend you have a fever or something and you have to go home.

I can't do that, I have to stand up for myself and show them that I can defend myself Simon or no Simon. As my locker approached I got ready to fight back against Aline. The next sight I saw however, instantly took away any courage that I had within me, and I was left gaping like an idiot at the sight before me.

Simon, on Isabelle Lightwood's left hand side. You only walked with them if you were one of them. Simon had become one of the populars.

This explains Simon's new look doesn't it?