A/N: So, this story is now rated M. There are no real lemons yet, but there are some (for lack of a better word) schmexy times. I've never really done anything like this before, so this is totally new for me. Hope you guys like it!

Izzy POV:

Meliorn pushes me onto the bed, and starts unbuttoning my shirt. I wrap my legs around his waist and pull him closer.

Yes, this is just the sort of distraction I need.

I pull his shirt off and start running my hands over his abs. He grabs my ass takes one of my breasts into his mouth. I moan in delight. I move my hands down to the front of his pants, and start working to release the bulge that is waiting there. But before I can get his pants down, my phone buzzes.

Melon groans in annoyance. "I'm sorry", I say, and reach over to grab it. There's a text from Alec: Hey, Mom and Dad are home. Where are you? I roll my eyes. Of course I know my parents are home today, that's why I'm here.

The moment school ended, I had called Meliorn to pick me up and drive me to his dorm room. We didn't talk much on the drive, which was fine. I didn't need to talk. So I had put my feet up on the dashboard, and let my hair down, twirling it flirtatiously. Meliorn had been looking at the road though, so I had quietly reached behind my back and unhooked my bra. I had slipped it off and placed it nonchalantly on his lap just as we reached the university.

That had gotten his attention.

I turn off my phone and run my hands through Meliorn's long, blonde, hair, "Just ignore it." I breathe. Meliorn growls, and moves his hands under my skirt, biting and sucking at my neck. His fingers have reached the band of my thong, and are tugging at it playfully, when my phone goes off a second time.

I reach over to check it, ignoring Meliorn's glare. Iz, seriously where are you? I'm getting worried I frown and text back, Tell them I'll be home later. I smile up at Meliorn, "Problem solved."

I reach into Meliorn's back pocket, and take out his wallet. "Now where were we?" I ask, pulling out a condom. He grins at me as I unwrap it. But then my phone starts to ring.

It just rings, and rings and rings.

I'm about to turn it to silent when I see that it's Jace who's calling, not Alec. "What do you want?" I ask as I pick up.

"Maryse and Robert are here."

"I know."

"They're asking where you are."

"What do they care? I'm busy."

"Look, Iz," Says Jace, "I know you're probably off having sex with Melon, or whatever his name is, and I know that your probably doing it to piss them off, but you don't want to piss off Alec, and if you don't come back home right now, I'm going to tell him where you are."

"Fine." I sigh. And hang up.

"I have to go." I tell Meliorn. He rolls off me. "Fine. My fault for dating a kid with a curfew."

"Are you going to call me?"

"Probably not."

I laugh bitterly, "That's what I thought."

I put my bra on, button up my shirt, and leave without saying goodbye.

It's not until I get outside, that I realize I don't have a car. So I call the only person I can: Jace. "You need to pick me up." I tell him. He groans, "You so owe me for this."

"Yeah, yeah. Just get over here."

"Okay, okay," He relents, "what's the address?"

I tell Jace where to pick me up and he's there in ten minutes. "Thanks." I mutter as I get into the car. "It's no problem." Says Jace cheerfully. I'm instantly suspicious, "Why are you so happy?"

"Because, dear sister, I've already found a way for you to repay me." My heart sinks, "What?"

"You're going on a double date with me, Clary, and Simon."

"What!?"

"I said you're going to go on a double date with me, Clary and Simon." Jace repeats calmly. "Why?" I ask. He smirks, "Well, Clary doesn't want to go on a date with me because she doesn't trust me-"

"Can't imagine why." I mutter. Jace ignores me. "So, I thought that if there's other people there, she would be more comfortable."

"More comfortable." I echo, "Wow, you really like this girl don't you." Jace blushes, "That's not important."

"And she turned you down?"

"Also not important."

"Maybe you asked her out wrong."

"I asked her out twice! How wrong could I be?"

"And she turned you both time? Wow, Jace, she's impressive. This may be a lost cause."

"No." Says Jace forcefully, "I just need to prove that she can trust me." We fall into silence. I'm a little in shock. Who is this person? And what has he done with Jace? It's like he's developed a second personality.

"So will you do it?" He finally asks. I think about it. Then shake myself. Why am I so hesitant? Simon is cute (in a clumsy, geeky, sort of way), and I've never hesitated to date cute guys before. "Fine." I say, ignoring the dread that's building in my stomach, "Why not?"

Jace looks relieved, "Good." (Wow, he is so whipped), "Oh, by the way, your shirt is buttoned wrong." He pulls into our driveway, and leaves me to fix my buttons alone.

When I get to the house, the entire family is sitting stiffly in the living room drinking tea. Seriously? I know that my parents were just in England but do we have to adopt their entire culture? I sit down next to Alec, which is mistake because he glares at me. Wow, he is better at guilt tripping than a Jewish grandmother; I feel terrible.

But I'll apologize to Alec later, for now; I turn to face my parents. They are exactly what you'd expect, good-looking, polished, cold. I don't hate them, though sometimes I think I do. Somewhere deep down I know they love me, and I love them. Somewhere very deep down.

"Hello Isabelle." My father says, "It's nice of you two join us." I smile, but it's empty, "Yeah, sorry I was with a friend. I guess I forgot you were coming home today." My mother frowned at that, "Really? Alexander should have reminded you." Next to me, Alec grits his teeth.

I try to backtrack, "Oh, I'm sure he did. I just didn't remember." My parents still don't look convinced, but they refrain from saying anything. We dissolve into the kind of awkward silence which years of repressed thoughts and unexpressed feelings creates. Eventually we all go our separate ways, like we always do. I suppose the silence will resume when we come together for dinner.

I go up to Alec's room, and sit on his bed. He sits across from me and frowns.

I bite my lip, and slowly release it, "I'm sorry Alec. I should have come home with you, I just- I really didn't want to see them."

"You think I don't understand that? I'd love to be able to avoid them, just as much as you would, but they are our parents," He smiles ruefully, "For better or for worse."

"Are you mad?" I ask. He considers it for a second, "No." He decides, "I'm just tired. Our parents are… stressful."

"No arguments there." I agree, and he chuckles, putting an arm around me. I lean into him gratefully, but as my head touches his chest, I feel something crinkle. I spring up, and find a folded piece of paper in his shirt pocket. Alec stiffens.

"What's this?" I ask. Alec blushes, and starts to stutter, "I- um… It's nothing. Just… give it back." Okay. Now I need to know. I unfold the paper and cover my mouth, both in shock and to hold back a laugh. Written on the piece of paper, in swirling characters, were the words Call me -Magnus followed by a phone number. "Magnus?" I ask, "Magnus Bane?" Alec averts his eyes and blushes. "Magnus Bane gave you his number!?" I practically squeal. Alec shushes me and covers my mouth, yanking the number out of my hand. "Don't say that so loud!" He hisses. "Sorry." I whisper, giggling, "So are you going to call him?"

He looks down, "I don't know. Do you think I should?"

"Yes! Oh my god, Alec, one of the hottest guys in the school gave you his number, you have to call him."

"But what if-"

"Alec, do you like him?"

"Um, well, yes?"

"Than why wouldn't you go for it?"

"Because I'm not even out yet! You are the only person I've ever come out to."

"Well I hate to break it to you, but it sounds like despite your best efforts, Magnus, at least, suspects." Alec pales and stands up, "What? But- How?" He looks like he's on the verge of a panic attack so I quickly grab his hand, "No! That's not what I meant, I just meant that it seems like Magnus knows, or at least guesses, so why wouldn't you go out with him? Is it just because you're scared?"

Alec squirms, and I decide to be a bit more encouraging, "Just think about it." I tell him, and walk out of his room.

I lean against the wall in confusion, what is it with my brothers and their romantic drama? I mean it's never been an issue before. None of us have ever been, or ever really wanted to be, romantically involved. Alec has always been a loner, and Jace and I have been strictly casual daters. But now… things are changing. For them. Not for me. Things for me have been the same since I lost me virginity, years ago…

I giggled as I let Raphael lead me down the street. He was running, and in my heels (which I hadn't figured out how to walk properly in yet) I kept stumbling into him. The fact that I wasn't drunk didn't help either. But I didn't mind, because I used the stumbling as an excuse to grab Raphael's arm, and bring our bodies closer together. "So where are we going?" I ask, stopping to catch my breath and take a swig of my beer. Raphael smiled at me condescendingly, "Why? Are you nervous?" I put my hands on my hips, "No." He grinned, "Good."

He pushed me against the brick wall of a building and stuck his tongue down my throat. I wrapped my arms around his neck happily. But just as I was getting into it, he pulled away and started pulling me again.

Raphael and I had been going out for almost two weeks at that point, and I was thrilled. He was hot, older, and my parents didn't approve of him. What more could a girl want?

We had been at a party at Seelie Queen's house. She was in grade 11, but somehow Raphael; a grade 10 had swung an invitation, and had taken me, a grade 9, (so I was the youngest person there). But I didn't mind being the youngest person at a party; I could handle myself. And I was still one of the hottest people there.

Regardless, we only stayed at the party for about an hour before Raphael grabbed a six-pack and dragged me away, without telling me where we were going. We walked for about ten minutes, and had gotten downtown when Raphael finally stopped in front of an old hotel. The sign looked like it had originally read "Hotel Dumont", but it had been changed by graffiti to read "Hotel Dumort". "Hotel of Death" Raphael whispered in my ear, and I giggled, and we walked in, holding hands.

The hotel was old and grungy, but I could imagine that in the twenties or something it would have been really nice. Raphael purchased a room from the sleazy looking concierge (who didn't even bother to question our obvious under aged drunkenness) and we walked together up to the third floor. My brain was feeling pretty fuzzy from two and a half beers, but even then I knew what was happening, I was going up there to lose my virginity. And I didn't mind that one bit.

I had never been deluded into thinking that my first time was going to be with "the one". I wasn't looking for love, or something special, I was just looking for fun, and rebellion, and fucking Raphael Santiago in a crappy death hotel seemed like a pretty good way to do that.

We got to the hotel room and he laid back on the bed, pulling me so that I was straddling him. I downed the rest of my beer, and let him pull me down to kiss him. He flipped me over so that I was under him and quickly unzipped my crop top. He started massaging my breasts and biting my neck, but I realized I wanted to go faster. If we were going to do this, I wanted to get it over with.

I grinded our hips together, and moved my hands to his zipper. He seemed to realize what I was doing, and in almost no time we were both naked. He entered me and it hurt, but it was nothing I couldn't handle, so I pushed him to go deeper and faster. He happily complied.

When it was over I felt… Nothing really. Though it had been fun. We went out for another week and we had sex a couple more times. But it wasn't a defining moment in my life really.

Sex to me has always been more of pass time, a distraction. It's never meant much, or been something I've coveted (it's pretty easy to find guys who want to sleep with me). I just don't get what the big deal is. Maybe it'll be different if I ever "find the one" and "make love" instead of just fucking around, but I doubt that's going to happen any time soon.