Thanks for the two reviews, here's a longer chapter ~ Ginger
* A year later *
Clary POV
Picking up my ringing cell I placed it near my ear after I hit the flashing button to pick up the call.
"Hey Izzy Wha-,"
"Clary you will not believe what I just got us!" Isabelle Lightwood my best (girl) friend squealed from her end of the phone sending static through to me.
"I know that you just gave me earache," I sighed as Izzy did ... I don't know what on the other end of the phone.
"I'm sorry Clary but-,"
"Izzy just spit it out!" I exclaimed.
"I got us cinema tickets to that new horror film premiere!" Izzy screamed deafening me once again.
"Izzzzzzzyyyyy," I moaned.
"What?" Izzy replied sounding a little irritated.
"You and Simon will be all cuddly and stuff, and I'll be sat there hugging the chair for comfort from the scary bits. I mean really how's a chair going to protect me, it's a chair for Gods sake!"
(AN-Sorry for anyone who doesn't like blasphemy)
"No you won't I invited you a date," Izzy said.
"IZZY NO," I shouted
"But Clarrry-,"
"No Izz,"
"I'm bringing him anyway,"
"Ugh bye Izz," I said hanging up and frustratedly throwing my phone onto the bed. Why should I hurt the bed what did it do to me, I thought. " Sorry bed," I said, then felt stupid. Talking to a bed ... Oh gosh I really am going insane!
Secretly I can't wait to see who Izzy invited to be my date. I hope it's not some horrible person like last time ... Ugh ...
Since I met Isabelle my confidence has gone up loads. I mean yeah ... I still won't stand up for myself and don't like class discussion. However I can hold up small talk and know how to - as Izzy puts it - 'Dress to Impress' although who I'm impressing I don't have a clue.
As for Jace Wayland we still hate each other. Yeah I don't want to say anything more about him.
Picking up my discarded phone off of my bed I quickly dialled in Simons number determined to find out who my date was.
"Hey Simon," I greeted him.
"Clare-Bear," Simon replied. I scowled.
"I told you not to call me that!" I could almost see him smirking on the other end of the phone.
"Whatever, what's up?"
"Who's my date?" I blurted out.
"Your date?"
"Yes Simon my date, you know for the movie premiere that Izzy probably told you about,"
"Oh that date!" I rolled my eyes, honestly Simon could be on a different planet for all we knew.
"Yes Simon that date," I said, I was starting to get frustrated now, why won't he just tell me.
"Honestly ... I have no clue,"
Simon POV
I could tell from my end of the phone that Clary was getting frustrated, it's not my fault my brain was took away and inspected by Martians! Ok so I let them experiment on me but what harm could it do? Apparently enough to make me clueless to my surroundings.
"Yes Simon that date," said a frustrated Clary.
"Honestly ... I have no clue," breathed Simon.
Then she hung up on me. SHE HUNG UP ON ME! I mean how RUDE can you get. Ok so yes Isabelle set her up on another blind date, and yes I don't know who it is, and yes I know she doesn't want a boyfriend. Ok so maybe she did have a good reason to hang up , maybe her red hair is seeping into her brain.
A sudden loud banging on my door brought me back to my senses.
Isabelle's POV
I pounded my fist on the front of the door wanting to see the face of my handsome boyfriend. Ok so maybe not so handsome to other people but to me, I guess thats what love does to you. The door swung open cutting my rambling thoughts short as the dishevelled hair of my boyfriend shortly followed by his eyes and nose - of which perched his glasses - peered out from behind the door. Absent-mindedly I reached out pushing his glasses up his nose before linking my arms around the back of his neck. Pulling him close our lips brushed and I pulled away smiling.
"Hey," I whispered softly.
"Hey to you to," replied Simon with a smirk.
Dragging Simon excitedly to the couch, I pushed him down and gracefully perched down next to him.
"Woah what's with you today?!" Simon exclaimed.
"Guess what, guess what, guess whaaaaattttt," I sung.
Laughing Simon replied "Spit it out Iz,"
"That's a gross expression," I said as I wrinkled up my nose. Simon shrugged. "Anyway, guess who Clary's date is?" I squealed, noticing Simon visibly flinch at the sound.
I leant towards Simon and whispered in his ear.
"Clary's date is,"
Simons POV
Well ... Safe to say Clarys going to kill Isabelle.
Clary POV
Walking up to Simon's front door I rapped harshly with my knuckles. Tremors shook through my body as as I realised that Simon must have gone out as he didn't answer. Looking for the spare key under the broken old pot plant next to the door, I slid the rusting metal into the lock and turned it waiting for the satisfying click to let me in. I figured Simon had maybe gone around to Isabelle's house, so I would leave him a text message to say I was waiting for him.
Sliding my wedges off of my feet and placing them near the door, I rubbed my heel cautiously feeling for any blisters starting to bloom. I winced as my hand found the puffed up surface and decided to find a plaster in the first aid kit located in Simon's kitchen. Walking swiftly and silently into the living room I looked up only to scream at the sight of tangled limbs in front of my eyes. Just my luck to walk in on Isabelle and Simons 'together time' which really was just them kissing out of prying eyes.
"My eyes!" I squealed, slapping the palm of my hand over my eyes and squeezing them tightly shut. Hearing a muffled squeak from Isabelle and the sound of heels clicking out of the door I slowly parted my fingers sideways to peer at Simon. "Is it over?" I asked muffled by my hands.
"Talk about bad timing Fray," Simon sighed.
"Well it's not my fault you wouldn't answer your door, I knocked loud enough!" I objected.
"Incase you didn't notice we were busy," said Simon knitting his eyebrows together in a scowl. Shaking my head I made my way towards the kitchen. Reaching for the green box under the sink I pulled out what I was looking for. "What you here for anyway Fray?" Simon called through from the other room.
"Because I need a plaster for the blister my shoes caused," I called back, totally forgetting what I actually did come for. "Next time you see your girlfriend tell her where she can stuff her stupid shoes."
"Ok don't get your panties in a twist," Simon said from behind me. Spinning quickly on my heel I faced Simon.
"You shouldn't A sneak up on me like that 'cos you know how my right hand likes to react and B make comments like that unless you want me to tell everyone about what I just saw," I smirked.
"Whatever Fray I'm not ashamed', replied Simon jutting his chin in the air forcefully. I raised an eyebrow, well I tried to, I ended up raising both and just looking plain out weird. Simon rolled his eyes at me as he walked backwards towards the front door. "I'm leaving, that means you should too!" (AN - woo Morganville Vampires steal xD) he yelled.
"Is that a polite way of telling me to get out?"
"Just get out of my house Fray," he chortled slamming the door behind him. I winced at the sound it made and pushed off the wall. Carefully avoiding the forming blister I slipped on my shoes and slipped out the door closing it - unlike Simon - softly behind me.
Huffing slightly I watched silently as my breath misted in the crisp cool air. I felt goosebumps start to rise on my arms and subconsciously started to rub them desperately trying to make heat. Failing, I started to walk towards my house. As I walked I noticed my surroundings, not many people were out. A man dressed in formal walked past smoothing down his suit as he wore a frown spoiling the smile he had worn only milliseconds earlier.
A woman with a stroller walked past, baby gurgling happy little noises. Big blue eyes looked expectantly up at me as I smiled a tiny smile at the cute little boy before his happy - but tired looking mother - walked swiftly past with her hood up. Continuing on my way I realised a small child's toy on the path. Picking it up I spun quickly on my heel I ran up to the young woman with the stroller.
"Hey I think your son may have dropped this," I stated. Seeing her visibly gulp and nervously look towards the ground with tired black ringed eyes, she slowly took the toy with shaking hands.
"Thanks," she gulped.
"Hey are you o-," I started as she looked up at me with eyes that looked like beautiful molten gold. Gold? Who's eyes are gold? "-K," I finished.
Gulping again she replied " Um... Yeah."
"Do I ... Know you," I ventured.
"Um ... No," she replied.
"Well I would love to get to know you, make a new friend ya know?"
She stalled "I'm ... I'm not um ... I'm not sure I should, I mean."
"Oh please, at least tell me your name?" I whined. Suddenly realising I sounded needy, I frowned and stood up straighter.
"Lily, Lily Way- err ... Waiter, Lily Waiter," Lily stuttered out.
Smiling genuinely back at Lily I said "Cool name here's my number," writing it down and giving it too her, I again offered her a smile before saying "Call me sometime," and turning and walking away.
Shaking my head at her nervousness I walked at a brisk pace towards my destination - home.
Sliding the rusting key into the lock I slid my bag off my shoulder onto the floor with a thump and threw myself onto the sofa.
"HEY no jumping on the furniture!" spoke my Mother Jocelyn, making me jump.
"Hey to you to Mum," I rolled my eyes. "I'm going to go draw," I said, remembering my original ideas for the day.
"Okay want me to get your sketch book?"
"No, I'll get it, I've got a portrait booking for someone," I replied.
"Ok see you later," said my Mum kissing me on the cheek and walking silently upstairs.
Grabbing my sketchbook and pencils I stuffed them in my bag, slung it on my shoulder and left my house once again.
Thanks for reading I'll update again when I can (:
Just realised I haven't done any disclaimers so ... Its all Cassandra Clare's unfortunately ):
You may have realised I don't have a schedule and it's 'cos I'm a busy student GCSE's whatnot ): Sorry, I'll just update when I can ~ Ginger
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