Clizzy: The Only One

Chapter Three

Isabelle leans against the bathroom sink and watches Clary come in the door, looking confused.
"Izzy?"
Isabelle actually didnt know why she had invited Clary in here. What were they going to do, exchange makeup tips?
She found herself nervous, her mouth hanging open.
"So..uh...why'd you invite me in here?"
Isabelle shrugged lamely and bit her lip.
"I...I...don't know. Sorry. I just...felt like I needed to be alone with you.."
Izzy breathed, spinning around to the bathroom mirror so Clary couldn't tell she was sweating.
Clary smiled in the mirror, edging up to Izzy and tracing her delicate hand on her shoulder.
Izzy's breath hitched and she gulped. What was happening?
"What did you want to do?" Clary whispered in her ear.
Izzy found herself not caring any more. She found herself turning to look at Clary, and she found herself lowering her head.
Clary was breathing fast, and she looked agitated. Like she just wanted Izzy to kiss her already.
And so she did.
Their lips collided, Clary running her hands down Izzy's back.
Izzy had never felt like this before, not with Simon, not with any of her other boyfriends.
It felt so wrong...but it felt right, almost.
But then she remembered what she was doing.
Making out with her boyfriend's best friend?
She pulled away and Clary looked shocked, reeling from the kiss.
"Izzy?"
Izzy shook her head, backing away from Clary like she was a monster.
"No. I...I...can't!"
Izzy backed away and ran out the door, not caring about Clary's reaction.
She had a boyfriend, and she'd never liked girls before. She needed to stop, she needed to be with Simon and remember how lucky she was..
But was she?

Clary stood in the bathroom like an abandoned puppy, trying to figure out what just happened.
They'd kissed, and it had felt like heaven. She could almost feel the fireworks bursting between their lips as she wound her hands around Isabelle's body.
But it seemed she had done something wrong, because the other girl ran out like she was on fire.
Clary sighed and quickly checked herself in the mirror, before walking out.
She wondered what Simon thought about this, the fact Isabelle had come out red faced and flustered, and Clary was coming out 10 minutes later looking almost as bad.
As she neared their booth, she saw a bored Simon and an empty space beside him.
"Oh. Um....where's Izzy?"
Simon looked fleetingly up at me and then lowered his head.
"I don't know. She just ran out."
Clary frowned and ran her hand along the booth. Izzy had left, just like that? Without as much as a goodbye or even an explanation.
But wait, why was Clary so annoyed? She'd met this girl just a few hours ago, and they'd kissed, so what?
Oh wait, Isabelle was her best friend's girlfriend, that's why, she remembered.
Simon looked so sad and lost sitting there, she felt so bad and guilty all of a sudden.
She didn't know why, it wasn't as if he knew that they had been making out in the bathroom.
Wait...did he?
She started to sweat, inching closer to him.
He looked up.
"What?"
She gulped, tracing her hand on the plastic table cracks.
"Um, Simon. Did you and Isabelle have a...fight or something?"
He frowned, shaking his head.
"No, why?" He suddenly looked alive again ---EXCUSE the pun--- and stared at her attackingly.
"Wait....you know something? Did Izzy tell you something?"
Clary shook her head and slid back into the booth. I mean, it was true. They hadn't really talked for that long, before Izzy attacked her lips. God, she was so hot-
Um....what was Simon saying?
She stared at her best friend with a blank expression, trying to remember what little things she'd heard while her brain was full up with thoughts of her dark, tall and handsome (well, beautiful) crush.
Simon stopped moving his mouth and suddenly started to get up, his depressed air surrounding him again.
"Wait, we're going?" She asked, wholly confused.
"Yeah. I just said. What's the point of staying here anyway? We came out so you could meet her. That's all." Simon snapped bitterly.
She couldn't help but feel hurt, even though she had hurt him more. Okay, so maybe he didn't know it yet, but when he did, it would hurt him. God, she was a terrible person.
"Um. Okay..." She whispered, getting up gingerly and following Simon in silence out of the resturant.
She could hear Luke faintly say goodbye when she passed him, but she was too hung up on herself that she didn't bother stopping.
When they reached Simon's beat up car, she stopped and reached for his hand.
"Hey. Simon. It's okay. I'm sure Isabelle just needed time to work some things out. Maybe you should give her some space?"
He laughed horribly, snatching his hand away from her like she was a disease.
"Whatever, Clary. Could you find another way to the Institute?" She gasped and blinked violently, as if when she opened her eyes he'd be the same smiley Simon she'd known since she was 4 years old.
And the way he had said 'Institute'....was the same way the most bitter vampires said it, like Shadowhunters were a race that needed to be destroyed.
Wait....was she losing her best friend?