To whom it may concern: Isabelle is engaged, just not to Jace. Clary thinks it is Jace and she will continue to think that for a considerable amount of time. (Well technically she thinks they're married and that he just doesn't wear a ring). I don't want this story to have her jumping at him the first time she sees him that just feels foe to me. I want them to be emotionally involved before a relationship is able to take place.

"No, no, no. What about that time that you tripped and fell into Payton's lap during lunch and the cheerleaders all dumped their milkshakes on you?" I was laughing so hard I started snorting causing me to laugh even harder. We had been switching off remembering each other's worst moments.

Simon was laughing at me too and I couldn't help but love our relationship. We used to date, that was how we first met. Freshman year at the academy he asked me to homecoming and right after the dance to be his girlfriend. I agreed being the stupid freshman that I was, and two months later I broke up with him because I couldn't kiss him. He had tried a few times but I brushed him off. When I finally did kiss him, it felt like kissing my brother. Though kissing my brother would be much worse on the scale of things. Plus Jonathan is just an asshole anyway; I always ignore him whenever our family gets together. Having him in my life has always been more of a hassle than he's worth.

After a month of silence, Simon finally cracked first because he wanted to show off a new comic book that had come out and no one else loved anime. I'll never forget that day; it was the day that Simon became the only person I'll ever be able to count on. No matter how mad we get at each other, we'll always be there in the most drastic times. My father doesn't care about what I want, my mother cares but isn't around to do anything about it, and my brother is a replica of my father with possibly more annoying features.

We were eating brunch at a local diner a few miles from the school. I had ordered a tofu burger with a large side of curly fries, while Simon ordered the same with onion rings. We had both become vegetarians (well he was Jewish already) sophomore year when we dissected a baby pig. Bacon will never be the same to me again, shudders. Poor little Ronald, yes we had been the ones to name the pig before we took out its internal organs.

I still couldn't get the image out of my head from earlier, and I didn't even know these people yet. I would give someone my kidney if I never had to be in a room with either of them.

I was thrown back into reality when Simon threw a French fry at my face. "Hey!"

Despite my yelling, Simon was grinning at me. "What, you're zoning out again. You get so lost in your head sometimes. I'm surprised you were able to concentrate long enough in your classes to graduate early," he said to me in defense.

"Was that an insult or a compliment?" I winked at him.

"Oh come on Fray, I learned a long time ago that insulting you only leaves me with many bruises. For a tiny thing, you pack quite a punch," Simon said while massaging his arm in memory of an old bruise.

The chorus of "Losing Your Memory" started when my phone rang. I searched my bag until I realized it was in my coat pocket. When I pulled it out I clicked answer before registering that the number wasn't in my contacts. "Hello?"

"Good Afternoon, is this Ms. Fray?" a male voice asked. I sincerely hope this was about one of the many job applications I have been filling out recently.

"Yes, it is can I ask who is calling?" I asked politely.

"Oh this is Mr. Bane, the vice-principal at St. Mary's. I just wanted to ask if you could come in earlier tomorrow so that you and I can have a chance to go over your plans for the semester," he explained.

"I will plan on coming in an hour earlier, is that alright?"

"Oh, that should be plenty of time. I will be a real pleasure having you on board with us this semester, your father seemed very excited about it."

There was a long moment of silence because I actually didn't know how to respond. Suddenly Isabelle and her siblings attending the same school as me didn't seem so weird. In fact it was as if we had all been put here by our fathers. None of us were in control of our own lives. I quickly said I had to go and the grip on my phone loosened when he hung up.

I had some choice words to share with my father when I get my hands on him.

Meanwhile Izzy POV

This quote literally defines Izzy (in this chapter): "If I told you I've worked hard to get where I'm at, I'd be lying, because I have no idea where I am right now."-Jarod Kintz

I clicked ignore call for the thirteenth time today. If Sebastian wanted to talk to me, then he could very damn well drive and visit me. We haven't seen each other in a week and only because when I went to visit him, he had a class and didn't tell me. What kind of fiancée does that? He frustrates me so much, but I also loved him more than my own life. He knows me better than anyone in the entire world. When he asked me to marry him on Blackfriar's Bridge in London, last year on my birthday, there was no other option besides yes. We have been together since before I moved to California, which had not been my choice. I wanted to stay in New England and attend fashion school and become a designer. I had never seen marriage in my future until my father stuck me in this bogus job along with my siblings. With all of my screwing around in high school, my parents (aka my father) thought it would be best if I spend a few years to quiet down. What a better place than one that they practically own, I can only assume that there are cameras on me right this second.

Sebastian had already planned on going to college and grad school here before my father gave me my sentence. We hadn't really talked about the whole long distance thing, which I'm sure wouldn't have gone well. Here we are less then two hours away from each other and I barely see his gorgeous face. My platinum diamond ring makes me smile every time I look at it. Most people commented about the size, but I wouldn't have cared if it had been .1 carats. I just wanted something to show that I am forever bound to someone because it makes my heart melt. There's no one better I could picture myself with. Sebastian is so like me but also dark and mysterious, he is the whole package. It was no surprise when all of my friends went loco when I first introduced him. I may be conceited when I say this, but I am attractive and so is Sebastian. A lot of people stare at us in envy when we walk down the street, but that factor never mattered to us. We were just two people lost in the big wide world.

My ringtone went off again and I instinctively almost clicked ignore before I noticed the caller ID said Jace and not Sebastian. "Good God, this better be important. What do you want?" I asked as I answered the phone.

"You know for someone who answers phone calls all day, you'd think that being rudely discreet would be a big no no," Jace said sarcastically in response.

I decided to put my secretary character on full blast for dramatic effect. "And how is Mr. Lightwood feeling today? I'm sure that stomach bug he caught; the scientific name for it is hangover, should be gone throughout the next few hours. I'll let his classes know that he is MIA. Thank you for your input and have a blessed day, Mr. Lightwood!" I said quickly and hung up before I could hear him interrupt.

The next thing I had to take care of today was filing all of the freshman's medical files. There was a stack of manila folders placed next to the permanent records file in Mr. Starkweather's room, but I had the rest of the day to accomplish it. I'm sure it would take me that long just to organize it in alphabetical order. Shoot I was in for a long day.

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