For the person that said that Alec was ooc, that's kind of what I was going for. All the characters are slightly OOC, but the thought of someone as quiet and reserved as Alec playing Call of Duty just makes me laugh for some reason. Oh, and anyone that can tell me the names of the games in this one I'll give you a shout out next chapter. First person to guess both, I'll let you get a say in what happens next.

After Isabelle was gone, it was just Magnus, Alec, Jon, Jace and I. Naturally I am the only girl, drowning in a house full of idiot guys. I have half a mind to go to my room and draw, but since I know that I have a cover to keep as Jace's girlfriend, I have to stay downstairs. So naturally, I am curled up under a thin white blanket and have a pencil and my sketchpad in my hands. I am the only one on the loveseat at the moment as Jon and Jace are sprawled out on opposite sides of the sofa, and Magnus and Alec had pushed the coffee table out of the way again and made palates on the floor. All of them are now watching Jace play some strange game with a guy that was a pirate…the only thing that I'd gotten off it was that he killed a lot of people and sailed around on his boat a lot. I didn't see what was so awesome about it, but the guys are complimenting Jace on his skill.

Of course Jace was good at the game. He was good at everything. I roll my eyes at the thought and look back down at my paper, smiling slightly at the look of it as it came along. It was exactly what was going on in front of me. I had already captured Magnus' look of slight indifference, and Alec's look of interest, and am just finishing off Jon's look of epic excitement as Jace finishes killing a whole group of people in red coats that are on top of a roof. The only person left is Jace, which is the part that I've been dreading to draw. It isn't that I don't find him attractive and want to draw him…it's just that I don't know if I can capture his looks on paper. He acted as though he was a gift from God himself because he looked as though he could actually be. I reign in that thought before it can get too far and look back down at my pad. How hard can it be?

Of course, drawing Jace had been the hardest. His body isn't too bad, I just have to worry about overemphasizing his large muscles, and, his hair is only slightly tricky, capturing the way that it only just brushes his shoulders was a bit annoying but manageable. What kills me the most is his face. His sharp features don't seem to want to be captured on paper, and the look of concentration that he has, with the slight crease in his eyebrows doesn't seem to fight right, because…because—

"You've got my nose wrong, Clary," his teasing voice comes from right beside my ear. I flinch and automatically remove my pencil before I can destroy my hard work. "It's too big."

I spin around and look at him. He's peering over my shoulder curiously, a surprised light in his eyes. "I had no idea you were this good."

"We're in the same art class," I reply, flushing from the compliment. "And it's not really all that good."

"It's amazing," he says. "And I know we're in the same art class. That doesn't mean that when I looked over at you I was looking at what you were drawing. I was looking at something much prettier."

I blush at what he is insinuating, wondering if he actually means what he was saying or not. I'm wondering if I am hoping that he means it or not. I turn around and see that the others are now playing another videogame completely and this time it's Magnus and Jon at the controls. Magnus is practically cackling as he plays a brunette woman and bashes what look to be zombies over the head with a shotgun.

"You get bored with the other game?" I question lightly, wanting to take the conversation down a path that didn't involve flirting that I am no longer sure is harmless.

He nods silently and looks at me with affection in his eyes that is so genuine that I know he is not faking it. I just don't know how deep that affection actually goes, and it is starting to worry me. His lips brush against my temple after a moment and he says, "May I sit beside you?"

"Of course," I reply, moving my legs as I make room for him. He walks from around the couch and sits down beside me.

He looks over at me and I am somewhere between thanking whoever is above me for the beautiful set of golden eyes that he has, and cursing the fact that he has them because they're so mesmerizing. "You know that you can use me as a footrest, right?" he questions. "I have no qualms with feet."

"Using people as footrests was a pretty big leap in a relationship. Actually using them as any form of an inanimate object is." I inform him smiling slightly, "I don't know if I'm prepared for that kind of commitment."

He snorts and replies, "How about a headrest? That's not too bad. I see you use Izzy as that all the time. I'd like to think we're close enough that I don't have to compete with a girl."

"A headrest's more acceptable," I reply, smiling slightly. "No signs of serious commitment there."

"Good," Jace replies, "I'd hate to scare you away."

"Have you met my brother?" I question as I shift around so I can lean against him. I offer him some of my blanket, which he accepts immediately. His arms are around me and I am pulled against him, sighing in content. He is so warm.

"Comfortable, Morgenstern?" he asks quietly in my ear.

I nod, closing my sketchbook, and set it on the ground beside me. I'll finish it tonight or tomorrow. I do something that I haven't done yet as I lean against him. I take one of my arms and wrap it around his middle, and snuggle closer to him as I watch Jon and Magnus try and navigate their way across a large courtyard filled with zombies. "You make a good pillow," I inform him. "Don't ruin it with your big mouth."

"No promises," he chuckles, as I feel a hand gliding across my back. It was so comfortable that I don't remember very much, but before I know it. My eyes are getting harder and harder to keep open. Finally I close them, fully intending on just blinking, and they stay shut.

I hear my alarm clock go off and groan as I turn over in the bed and slam my hand down forcefully on the stupid noisemaking piece of metal, hurting my hand in the process. I swear violently, making some not so nice insinuations about the clock's mother before I am finally awake enough to register that it's Monday and I have no idea when or how I even got into my bed. I look around my room, making sure that it is in fact my room, before standing up. The clock reads 7:00 as usual, and I have an hour to get ready and be in class.

I sit up and look around once again, as is morning routine, and then sit there as my brain attempts to wake up. Blinking harshly and wishing that the clock that woke me up would fall into the fiery depths of hell, I stand up after a moment, and look over at my nightstand almost hopefully. Of course the stupid thing's still there, and it is still giving me the time, which is now 7:05, in annoying blinking red lights. I despise everything about that stupid clock.

I walk sluggishly to my closet and open the door as I look groggily inside. I pick out the first pair of pants and first shirt that I find, and grab my trusty black converses, which never steer me wrong. I walk out into the hallway and ignore my brain, which still is only repeating one word, sssssssslllllllleeeeeeeppppppp. I of course ignore that stupid nagging part of my brain and instead rely on muscle memory to lead me where I want to go.

I am not in the shower for very long, only about five minutes, but when I get out I am fully awake. As I towel dry my hair, much too lazy to use an actual hairdryer, I am wondering if anyone else in Hotel Psycho is up.

I get my answer not two seconds later when there is a sharp knock on the door. "Hurry it up, beauty queen!" Magnus says from the other side of the door. "I happen to have to get to work!"

"Well," I snap, "unless you'd like me to walk out of this bathroom more than a little indecent, you're going to have to wait!"

"Herondale'd like that," Magnus points out, and I am glad that I am all alone in the bathroom as I begin wrenching on different articles of clothes at top speed.

"Shut up Bane!" I hear another voice shout from down the hall. It is Jace, and I can hear something between a smile and an indignant frown in it. I smile in appreciation as I pull my last piece of clothing—my shirt—over my head. I don't even look in the mirror as I grab my towel and pajamas and open the door, coming face to face with an un-glittered Magnus, whose eyeliner seemed to have run last night, because he looks like a raccoon. I bite back a choke of laughter and push past him and make it back across the hall to my own room, where I grab my shoes and socks. After they're on my feet and I have my book bag on my shoulder, I feel almost human. I look down at my watch and see 7:30 on my watch. I'm doing pretty well!

I make it into the living room, where I see all the guys with the exception of Magnus lounging around. "Did Izzy make it back last night?" I ask as I sit my bag down on the floor and take a seat on the couch in between Alec and Jon. Jace is occupying the chair, and looks as good as he does every day much to my disgust. He smirks over at me and says, "I can drive you to school today, if you want, Clare."

"That sounds good," I reply, a small smile on my face, "When are we going?"

Jace looks down at his wristwatch, and says, "We can go now, if you want."

Smirking I nod and lean over quickly to peck Jonathan on the cheek. He yells out in disgust and wipes off his face as I stand up. Alec and Jace are both roaring with laughter as I throw my book bag over my shoulder. "See you at lunch!" I call to him as I walk out the door, a chuckling Jace on my trail.

"That was the best face I've ever seen Jon make," he informs me once we are both inside of the car. "Well done."

"I take my job as his younger sister very seriously," I reply. "I thought that you knew that."

Jace is still laughing slightly when we make it to the main road. "So devious," he mutters shaking his head.

"Thought you liked devious girls," I say without thinking.

He smirks at me, and replies without missing a beat. "I do," he says. "A lot."

I smile back at him, flushing slightly, but not nearly as much as I normally would have been if he would have said that to me…something is clearly happening. "You like blonds, right?" he asks after a moment. I'm not looking at him, but I can see that he has a smile on his face, I can't tell if it is a smirk or not, but I refuse to actually turn and see.

"Yes," I reply, "I do go for blonds."

"If I didn't know better, Clary," Jace says as he begins accelerating as he gets from behind some slow person on a moped, "I'd say that you were flirting with me."

My mind is reeling as I sit down in my seat for first period, much too distracted to realize that I am actually there five minutes before the late bell sounds. I am the first person, but the silence does not last for long. People start walking in slowly, taking their seats all around me. I'm pretty sure that Jem Carstairs said hello at one point, but I my mind is really not on earth.

I openly flirted with Jace and no one else was around. A million thoughts are racing around inside of my head as I attempt to digest the no so new information.

Was he flattered by it?

Was he just being nice by flirting back?

Was I smooth enough?

Does this mean anything at all?

As you can see, I am a very conflicted person with little to no idea what the hell is going on in my life. Please bear with me as I go through the painful time.

I barely register the fact that Isabelle sits next to me, but when I do, I am brought out of my own little world and back down to earth. I turn to her immediately and demand, "What happened?"

That is when I actually took in her appearance. She looks tired, and completely unhappy with life. Her eyes are downcast, and if I'm not mistaken, I think I hear her sniffle slightly, though she isn't crying, I don't think her eyes are puffy. I can't tell though, because she won't look at me!

"Do I need to get the guys to go and kick Meliorn's ass?" I question. "Or do you want me to do it myself? I promise you I can. All I need is to borrow one of your high heels, and he won't sit right for a week."

She laughs slightly and looks up at me. Her eyes are slightly watery, and I can see a few spots were her eyeliner has run, and she's tried to wipe it off and mostly succeeded. "No," she whispered. "This wasn't Meliorn."

"Then what happened?" I ask worriedly. "Tell me whose ass I need to kick!" I whisper shout.

"S-Si-Simon!" she wails so loudly that the entire class hears her. I flinch at the noise and when Isabelle realizes that everyone is looking at her like she is a nut job, which she may or may not be, she gets out of her seat and rushes out of the room.

Of course, since I am her best friend, everyone then looks at me for an explanation that I honestly can't give. I simply look at Mr. Greymark, who is already looking at me, and ask, "Can I go and see if she's okay?"

He nods and as I get out of my seat, the spell of silence is broken. Muttering and whispers come at me from every direction. As I walk out of the door, I can hear him trying to call the class to attention, everyone is apparently curious about the sudden uproar…they are definitely alone.

I rush down the deserted hallway, straight toward the girls' bathroom, the only place with a mirror, which I know Izzy will be in front of trying to fix her makeup.

I push the door open slowly, already able to hear the sniffles before I even start making my way inside. I see Isabelle standing in front of the long mirror behind the sinks, clutching on to the counter as tightly as she could. Her pale knuckles were nearing the color of paper, and her face was starting to turn red from the strain of not crying. I walk forward slowly, not wanting to startle her, but she is unsurprised to see me. She turns around as soon as I take my first step inside, and gives me a pain-filled smile.

"Don't feel bad for me," she said her, voice was no more than a mumble. "I'm getting exactly what I deserve for being such a bitch."

I look at her uncomprehendingly, what had happened.

She seemed to understand my silent question. "I saw Simon this morning," she mumbled, pausing to hiccup before she went on. "He seemed to be having a great time with Kaelie Whitewillow, and certainly wasn't upset about me at all." I saw a tear starting to leak out of her eye as she said, "You should have seen them, Clary. He should have been holding me like that not that whore. He isn't supposed to kiss anyone other than me the way that they were kissing in the parking lot."

I had a mental image of Isabelle seeing them, and walking to class with her head held high despite her heart breaking. I close my eyes as I realize that this may be the largest mess I've ever had the displeasure of stepping into. "Come here," I say, opening my arms, knowing that she wouldn't hesitate in doing the same for me.

Alright! Isabelle and Simon are in a world of trouble and hurt. Next chapter you'll see Simon's side of the story, and everything should be getting pretty darn interesting. Also, as much as you guys would prefer me not to, I am going to end up throwing in some problems for Clary and Jace in the near future, so watch out!

Down to business. I had someone tell me that they wanted longer chapters, which I'm completely cool with. I just have this one issue…I define long as anything over 7,000 words. Now I can make the chapters this long, but I won't be updating every day, though I don't update every day anyways. You get what I mean. Is there a specific length you'd like? Is it 8,000 words? 5,000 words? 3,000 words? It's just that you guys need to remember that I'm only in 1st person and I've never really done a long chapter in that perspective. I can try though. Give me your thoughts about this and the overall chapter!