A N: Sorry for not posting yesterday, but here it is! Chapter 4! Enjoy :)
Two days have passed. Two whole days. Boys are so stupid sometimes – correction, a lot of the time. Simon just thinks I am annoyed at him because he forgot about going to the beach when I am actually more annoyed that he used the time to go out with another girl and not tell me!
After helping Luke in his bookshop, I pondered around my house for a bit looking for something to do. When I ventured into the kitchen I saw my mother making dinner. 'Hi, Clary,' my mum said, 'Simon called when you were out and asked me to give you this'. My mum produced a folded piece of paper from her back pocket and handed it to me.
'Thanks' I mumbled. I twisted the note in my hands unsure if I should open it now. I decided to go to my room so I can have some peace. When in my room, I opened the note. It read;
Hi Clary, sorry about the beach thing. I've decided to make it up to you. I know that you like to come to night clubs with me so be ready for 8pm tonight. Just you and me.
Simon
I feel so much better already. Especially with the last sentence because the last thing I wanted was for the night to be crashed by Isabelle.
Its 6:09pm. Less than two hours until Simon picks me up. I don't think I will have enough time! I pick out my little black dress and straighten my hair. I hope I look okay.
8:01pm. He's late! At 8:02 Simon picks me up and I say a quick goodbye to my mum before I usher Simon out of the door. 'You in a rush or something?' Simon asks. The truth is that I just want to spend as much alone time as possible with Simon. But I just say that it is because I am excited about going to the club.
The journey was actually disappointing because the only conversation was Simon talking about Isabelle and how much fun they had on the beach, etcetera, etcetera... need I go on?
When we get to the club we join the queue and wait. In front of us is a boy with eccentric blue hair and holding what looks like a staff. When he gets to the front of the queue, to no surprise, the bouncer exclaims 'you've got to be kidding me'.
'It's not real,' the blue haired boy exclaims, 'it's just rubber. See'. After a lengthy conversation about the boys choice of clothing and accessories, the bouncer give off an unsatisfied grunt and lets the boy pass with Simon and I following shortly behind.
A N: hope you enjoyed and please review :)