Disclaimer: I do not own the Shadowhunters Chronicles or its characters, Cassie Clare does. I only own the plot of this story.
Chapter Eight
Simon shrugged his school bag onto one shoulder as he walked down the continuous hallways of Downworld Prep, body in school, but mind on the one and only Isabelle Lightwood.
Isabelle, Isabelle, Isabelle. All Simon could do was wonder about was going through her head. Did she regret that night? Hell, did she even remember it? Did she even remember him?
They'd both been highly intoxicated by that point, and she had been acting exceedingly different compared to what he usually saw her as, however little that was, and he'd been a whole different person himself that night.
He walked out to the courtyard, where numerous cars had pulled up, and several motorcycles, which you couldn't have paid Simon a million to catch a ride on.
However, most people seemed to be gravitating toward a sleek white SUV, where a figure that Simon couldn't catch a proper glimpse of through the crowd of students. Suddenly, a part in the crowd appeared, as the figure strode forward.
It was a guy, tall and burly with a strong jawline and unkept silvery blonde hair. He halted to a stop in front of Simon. "You Lewis?" he snapped. Simon noticed a small emblem on his shirt, which acknowledged Alicante High. He gulped and nodded, voice caught in his throat.
"What did you do to Maureen Brown?" he scowled, inching forward. Simon's brow furrowed in confusion. "Who's Mau- Oh, isn't she one of Camille Belcourt's minions?" he asked, scratching his neck. A girl at the front of the crowd stepped forward, blonde hair glinting in the sunlight, a look of annoyance seemingly glued to her face.
"Excuse me?" she asked rudely. Simon's gaze was caught by one of his best friends, Maia Roberts, mouthing at him wildly, saying to tread carefully. Her boyfriend, Jordan, had his head in his hands in disappointment.
"Eyes, Lewis" the boy snapped, glaring at him. Simon felt the blood rush to his cheeks. "Look, dude. I have no idea why you are here or what you are talking about. I never did anything to you or Maureen Brown. Hell, I don't even know who you are. So unless you're going to explain to me why you're here, I recommend that you leave" Simon said heavily, feeling triumphant.
The guy raised an eyebrow, not seeming as proud of Simon as the said boy was of himself. "Lewis, stop getting into things you don't understand. I don't know what you did to Izzy, but something happened, and I know as a fact that you did something, and it wasn't good. You may not know what you did to Maureen, but I do, and if something like that ever happens again, you're screwed. Not even by me. You have somehow managed to worm your way into this mess, and let me tell you, it isn't going to end well" the guy said lowly, before turning around and stalking back to the SUV.
Simon ducked his head away from the whispering pupils and teachers, who were furious that a student from their rival school had entered the premises, and walked to Maia, Jordan and Magnus, who stood a little way off to the side, worry glazed over their faces.
His mind raced over all that the Alicante guy had said, wondering who the hell he was, how he knew about Isabelle, and what had he supposedly done to this Maureen Brown.
Tessa strode around the room she shared with Clary with her head in her hands. Will sat on her bed, cerulean blue eyes following her around the room with a scrutinizing expression on his face. "I just don't know why. Nate's had an entire year to come and try to reach me, why choose now? And coffee? Why coffee? Is there something he-" her terrified ranting was cut off by Will's lone, dramatic sigh.
"Tessa, you're overthinking this. He just wants to get coffee and talk about stuff. That's all. Nothing is going to happen" he said slowly, reaching for her hand.
Tessa let out a strangled sob and fell down onto the bed next to him. "What if he's just playing me? What if he only came back to see if I would? What if he just-" Will stared her down, silencing her.
"Tess, I don't know. I don't know, and neither do you, but what I do know is that if you continue on like this, it isn't going to end well. Just calm down, or you'll give yourself a heart attack" he said bluntly.
Tessa turned to him. "You are not the same Will that I first met a year ago" she said cautiously. He raised an eyebrow.
"You've changed me into something horrible, Tessa" he drawled. She giggled, patting his head mockingly.
"Thank god I got to you before it was too late" she said, kissing his cheek. Tessa stood up and brushed imaginary specks of dirt off her worn blue jeans.
"I'm going to go find the other girls, okay? I feel like I haven't seen them in ages" she said, before disappearing through the doorway.
Tessa strode down the corridor, before halting to a stop at the bedroom that she shared with Clary, where voices were audible through the door.
"Clare?" she asked, opening the door, to see Isabelle and Clary sitting cross legged on one of the beds. Izzy was in a state of obvious distress, tears and mascara streaked down her cheeks, her usually perfect glossy hair a mess.
The girls paused in their distraught chatter when she came in, obviously interrupting a very important conversation.
The pair had a silent conversation on the bed before Isabelle turned to Tessa with a depressing smile on her face.
"Well, now you're here, I guess you should know. I'm pregnant".
I finally finished this! Not the story, obviously, but the chapter. Yeah, so now Tessa knows, how do you guys think she'll react? Please take the what, thirty seconds, to make my day and give me a review!? Love you guys!