A/N: Yay, I´m back :D
Sorry to let you wait, but I´m rather busy lately. I have an almost finished Jealous Izzy story, the beginning of another Jealous Magnus and an idea for a Jealous Alec. If only I had the time to write it... Can´t promise to get it done soon, sorry again.
Well, in the meantime you can enjoy this chapter, the Jealous Simon Special. Hope you like it ;)
„I´m going to the bar and get some drinks. What do you want?" Isabelle was already standing up, picking up her purse.
The gentleman in Simon wanted to protest, say that the guy should buy the drinks for his lady, not vice versa, but knowing Isabelle she would probably just roll her eyes at him. So he nodded and told her to bring him a coke.
The gentleman in him disappeared miraculously when Isabelle walked away and Simon´s gaze fastened on her butt – he couldn´t help it. He almost wished he had ordered something more... alcohol-containing.
She was just so breathtakingly beautiful and –
„...Hot like the realms in hell."
Simon blinked. Not really what he would´ve said, but alright.
Not mentioning that was technically not true. Hell wasn´t as hot as you might thought. Simon would know.
He turned his head to the left and saw a group of three guys sitting down around the bar table next to Simon´s.
„I swear to you, this chick is gorgeous: long black hair, dark eyes and that dress... I´m dying if she sways her hip like that again."
Simon frowned. A hot girl with black hair, dark eyes and a nice dress... that sounded familiar.
Please don´t let it be her, please don´t let it be her, please don´t let it be –
„You´re talking about the girl at the bar, right?" another boy said and verified Simon´s thoughts. He hanged his head. The boys were talking about Isabelle.
„Sorry to break it to you, Jimmy, but this one is too much for you to handle. She´s a lady with high standards. She won´t talk to everyone." said the boy with dark blond hair who looked slightly older than the rest, maybe in his mid-twenties.
Simon nodded to himself proudly. Isabelle was a stunner, and he was the luckiest guy in the world because he dated her.
The younger one – Jimmy – snorted. „And you think she´d talk to you. Come on, she wouldn´t even deign to look at you."
„At me rather than at you." the blond argued.
„Okay then." said Jimmy. „Hit on her. Go over to the bar and see how she responds."
The blond looked down and nervously fumbled around with his mobile. „I don´t know." he said in a low voice. Simon had to lean to the side a bit to hear him. „She´s not really my type."
At once, the three boys – including Simon – snorted.
„Not your type.", said the third one of the group. „Don´t be silly, she´s everyone´s type.",
Simon couldn´t argue with that.
„You´re just too much of a coward to man up, Neal. Not that I´d judge you. You´d get rejected anyway."
The blond named Neal looked up abruptly, his face red from embarrassment and anger. „That says the right person. You´re always the one with the big mouth but when things are getting serious you chicken out."
Simon raised his brows. He got the feeling that description matched to each of the boys. It made him feel slightly better and more relaxed. With that group of wannabes he didn´t have to fear getting rivalry.
Or so he thought.
He hadn´t expected Jimmy – the one who had called Izzy a chick; she´d probably kick his ass if she´d heard that – to suddenly stand up, a determined expression on his face and saying: „You know what? Screw it! I´ll go over there and talk to her."
And that he did.
Simon almost fell from his stool. He couldn´t let this guy flirt with his date, could he? He bit his lip and looked over to the bar warily. Jimmy leaned at the bar, smiling at Izzy who, to Simon´s great relief, showed no sign of even acknowledging the boy´s presence.
Until Jimmy cleared his throat, bent forward and put a strand of her hair behind her ear. Izzy didn´t seem surprised. She slowly turned her head away from the bartender with whom she just had a conversation and looked at Jimmy with raised eyebrows.
Simon couldn´t hear what they were saying. It made him feel slightly frantic.
Isabelle was certainly enjoying the attention, he realized. But he shouldn´t be surprised. This was Isabelle Lightwood after all.
He just had that one thought nagging in his mind that he should stand his ground and put other guys, who flirted with his date, in their place.
Thankfully, he didn´t have to, with Izzy as his – girlfirend? – because really, she could stand her ground herself.
With one last dismissive smile she turned away from Jimmy again, completely unimpressed, and tossed her raven hair over her shoulder in a very Izzy way. Simon smiled. That´s my girl.
Jimmy returned to his group of friends with his head hanging in embarrassment while the other boys were laughing at his unsuccessful attempt to hit on Isabelle Lightwood. Simon almost felt sorry for him. Almost.
It wasn´t easy to win the heart of the beautiful shadowhunter, but somehow he, Simon Lewis, had managed.
„Dude, that was a massive failure.", Simon said haughtily. „You can´t approach a girl like her just like that. It needs well thought out strategic tactics to win her over." he lectured as if he knew exactly what to do. In fact, he didn´t even know how he got a girl like Isabelle Lightwood to like him in that way. He had just been himself around her, which apparently was all she needed, whether she had been conscious of that or not.
The three boys gave him a look that clearly communicated that they didn´t believe him at all.
„Really?" said Neal. „Then show us how you would do it. I bet she won´t even so much as blink at you."
Simon leaned forward. „How much?"
Neal looked confused. „How much what?"
„How much do you bet on this?"
Neal thought for a second. „I´ll give you fifty dollars if you actually manage to attract her attention for more than five minutes."
The other boys´ eyes widened and tried to talk Neal out of the bet, but Neal smirked. „Relax, he´s not gonna make it for five seconds." he said in a low voice. Simon chuckled to himself.
He stood up and made his way towards the bar, where Isabelle was still standing, talking with the bartender. He put his arm over her shoulder, conscious of the fact that the three boys were watching every step he made. They probably wondered why she hadn´t already pushed him away.
„Hey, Iz. What does a man have to do to get drinks in this place?"
Izzy laughed. „Sorry, I got a little distracted." she said.
„I can see that." said Simon. „What did that guy say to you earlier?"
Izzy groaned. „Oh, he is an idiot." she glanced at him sideways. „Why? Are you jealous?"
Simon pulled his arm away from her shoulder. „That depends." he said. „Would you find it charming or annoying?"
Izzy pondered about that. „I guess I find it charming." she said finally.
„Then I was jealous." Simon concluded and Izzy laughed again. He loved that he was capable to make her laugh so easily. Especially because her laugh sounded so fetching in his ears.
„Don´t worry, he wasn´t really my type." she said and wrapped her arms around him.
„Yes. Because you prefer the nerdy type, don´t you?"
Izzy wrinkled her nose. „No." she said. „I prefer the Simon-type."
Simon grinned. „That´s convenient."
„Mhm." Izzy pulled him close, closer than they already were and pressed their lips together.
And Simon forgot all about the three boys, didn´t hear them gasping.
All that mattered at that moment was Izzy – her soft lips on his, her sweet scent of vanilla shampoo and perfume and this other unique scent that was so unmistakably Izzy, her hair so silky under his touch, their bodies that fit together instantly, naturally.
When the kiss was over, he saw Izzy smile at him and he smiled back.
„Now let´s get the drinks and sit down." she said, grabbed the glasses and headed towards their table. Simon followed.
The boys were staring at him as if he was some sort of superhero. „Dude, how did you do that?" asked Jimmy, leaning forward and making sure that Isabelle couldn´t hear him. „She - she kissed you. Just like that."
Simon smirked. „A gentleman never tells." he said nonchalantly.
Neal made a grim face. He pulled out his wallet, mumbling something inaudible and held a fifty dollar note out to Simon.
But Simon just waved his hand dismissively.
„Keep it." he said and glanced at Isabelle fondly. „I already have the jackpot."