Sorry about the wait. Homework's a bitch.
Chapter 4
Isabelle didn't know why Clary Fray hated her. It wasn't like Izzy was ever a bitch to her. But ever since she'd started dating Simon, Clary had treated her like a filthy dog with a disease—a dirty bitch who should be put to sleep.
She and Simon walked down a second-floor hallway. They had decided to share a locker for the year. "Si? Why does Clary hate me so much? I didn't do anything to her."
Simon shrugged, throwing an arm around her shoulders. She was glad he'd grown over the summer; she loved Simon, but it was kind of embarrassing when you were taller than your boyfriend. At least, that was what CosmoGirl! said.
"She doesn't hate you, Izzy. She hates me. She thinks I ditched her when we started dating."
"Well, that's ridiculous. I mean, it's not like we haven't tried to include her." Izzy shuddered at the memories of dates where they'd brought Clary along, and she'd seemed to drag after them, like a piece of toilet paper stuck to someone's shoe.
Isabelle didn't hate Clary; she just didn't understand her. One minute she'd be all chipper and care-free, then she'd be bitter and angry the next, particularly when Izzy herself was around.
Izzy set a goal for herself—a non-boy or shopping related one—for herself, a rarity that was to be treasured.
She would get Clary to like her, if only for Simon's sake. She knew he missed having Clary around, and not being the jealous type, she was going to fix that. Besides, Simon would be so grateful, he might get her something that glittered—preferably diamond earrings.
It was worth a shot.