Deal With the Devil (Sizzy Fic)

Confessions

November 18, 2013 That time I shared some yogurt with Alec Lightwood

I awkwardly sat at a lunch table alone while Alec glared at me. He was with the "cool" kids. They didn't seem to notice his strange behaviors. Or maybe they're used to it?He's been like this since the Masquerade. It was very unsettling. I feel like if I don't pay attention he could easily kill me or something. I really couldn't tell anyone this because well there's no one left to trust.

I've been avoiding Clary since that incident with the stupid kiss, Izzy is being mysterious, and Eric dug a knife in my back when he told Clary about my feelings.

I stirred the cheese fries with my plastic spork, and sighed. I really should just ask him what his deal is, but knowing what I know about Alec, he'd probably spit in my face.

There was a note slammed on my table, bringing me out of my thoughts. I looked up just as Alec's sillouette disappeared into the crowd. I glared at the note, contemplating whether I should even bother opening it. I mean why should I even acknowledge the son of a bitch?

But alas my stupid boy curiosity got the better of me, and I snatched it. I opened it tentatively. It's probably a death threat. That's be funny actually.

Meet me at Yogurt Planet after school. We need to talk -Alec

Well, should I go?

...

I wait anxiously as I shoveled some chocolate yogurt in my mouth. It's been twenty minutes since school ended, and that douche still was a no show! Didn't his parents ever teach him not to keep his potential hostage waiting?

I wonder what he wanted to talk about...Will he finally give me answers about Isabelle? Is she sick or something? What if she has cancer or something and she didn't want to worry me?? Oh my gosh my thoughts are going too far. It's probably not even that bad...I hope.

Suddenly, bringing me out of my thoughts, Alec walks in alone over to my table. He sat down on the chair across from me, and glared. Seriously, is his face stuck like that? I wonder what he looks like happy.

"What do you want to talk about?" I start. Might as well get it over with.

"Stay away from Isabelle." he states. I roll my eyes, shoveling about scoop of yogurt in my mouth.

"Is that all you wanted to talk about?" I sighed. He blinked, surprised by my words. I smiled inwardly. I feel quite accomplished that I caught Alec Lightwood off guard. "Look, I don't have time for your games. Tell me, is she okay? Is she sick? In rehab like the rumors?"

He looked down, shaking his head. I pushed my yogurt cup, offering him some. He kinda looks defeated. Like he's tired of fighting a battle he knows he can never win. That's quite the description ain't it?

He wrapped his fingers around the cup, and stuffed his face with some yogurt. Looks like we're going to be here awhile.

"So what's wrong?" I asked after a long awkward silence.

"She's-." he began, but I cut him off.

"No, not with Izzy. I'm asking you if anything's wrong with you." He blinks again, shocked. He tries to hide it by eating more of the yogurt.

He looked away from me, thinking. He frowned. "My problems only revolve around her..."

Now it was my turn to be surprised. Whoa, what? I thought he cared for her.

"What do you mean?" I ask.

He sighs, not looking up. "She's perfect. I'm stuck being in her shadow. It doesn't help the fact that we're twins. You're the first thing that Isabelle's messed up on."

I couldn't help but flinch. Gee, thanks.

"Our family's very religious. My parents don't know that you two slept together. She thought since she could reel you in, and make you fall in love with her. She had it all planned out. You two fall in love, and then eventually get married, saving her from her own shame. But..."

I waited for him to continue, but he didn't. I frown. Why does he have to leave me hanging?!

"Alec, what? But what?"

"My mother found out about you two from one of her coworkers, and they had a big argument. My parents homeschooled her to get you away from her. See, they had something planned for her..." He looked down, shaking his head. He shut his eyes tightly before dropping his forehead to his forearms. He stayed like that for a bit. I was at the peak of curiosity, but I didn't dare move him. He was having a hard time with whatever his twisted family had planned for her. I could tell he wasn't supposed to tell anyone. But he was telling me. Meaning this is clearly his cry for help. None of his friends could help him because they were "cool kids. The "cool" kids were never really each others' friends. They were always fake. Plus most of them only hung out with him because of Izzy. If it wasn't for her, he'd probably be a lonely kid. A loser. But he did have all that money. So I guess you can say that helped too. Now the question lies here. Should I help him? In whatever way possible? Or should I just try to ignore both of them and mend things that are ruined in my life? Decisions...decisions....

A/N: Hello my lovely readers. So sorry for the delay on this story. I try to perfect my craft as much as I can, and I try to find interesting events to take place in each chapter leading up to what I had in mind with this story. I know I always leave you guys hanging each chapter, and I know y'all are probably fed up with that, but I have to leave you guys hanging or else it wouldn't be a mystery. I did feel bad though so I took the time to write this up. I have three chapters in line so updates will come by faster. But yeah, I really want to thank whoever comments and votes and such!

If this chapter gets 5 votes and 5 comments, I'll update sooner ^_^ If not...

NEXT UPDATE: JAN. 31