Tmi high- The Mortal Instruments Fanfic

TMI High 14

Isabelle's Pov.

I really hate it when guys break up with me by texting, thats why I decided to never ever break up with someone that way. That only left me one choice, I could either go to Meliorn's house now, or wait. Why would I want to wait? After spending all day with Simon I noticed what a waste of time Meliorn is. I known it's kind of weird to like Simon. I mean, lets face it, he's a dork. This is the first time I've ever been into a dork, so it must mean something.

I climb out my window and start walking down the block.

I get to what I think is his house and look through the window to what would be his room. Perfect! He's still up sitting at his computer. I don't bother knocking and just open the window.

He jumps as the window springs open. "ssshhhhhhhh" I say before he can scream.

"Isabelle?" he squints at me.

"Yes?" I pull myself through the window and into his room. He looks terrified, as if I came to murder him.

He looks at me as if I'm an idiot for not reading his mind. "what are you doing here?"

"Oh! right." I say "Don't be alarmed but I came here to break up with you."

"Okay, but why did you have to scare me. Why didn't you just call, or wait till morning."

"Ugh." I look at him."Even hearing the word 'wait' makes me feel impatient."

"Okay" He says.

"Okay? Thats it? Not even a 'are we still friends?'" I look at him incredulously.

"Well, we are still friends right?" He looks bored.

"No-" I say. "not really." He looks confused. I turn around and squeeze out the window. I turn around and he is still looking at me in the same confused way. I smile, wave at him and run off.

I have no clue what my next move is but it will probably include Simon. I start making my way to his house.

Once I get there I notice that I don't know which window is his. I look around for maybe something that could help me. My eyes drift to Clary's house.

"Of course!" I say out loud, not meaning to. Clary! Why didn't I think of that in the first place. I pick up a rock and throw it at her window. I miss it narrowly, but it makes a noise loud enough to wake her.

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Clary's pov.

I jump to a start when something hits my window. I peel my face off of my sketch book and move toward the window. I open it and a rock comes hurling toward me almost hitting me in the head.

"IZZY!" I whisper loudly. "What were you thinking! You're going to break the freakin window."

"Well," she says "someones in a mood"

"Yeah?" I glare at her. "well, it isn't everyday someone is throwing things against your house while you're trying to sleep."

She ignores my comment. "listen." she stares up at me from the ground below. "I need your help."

"Okay, I'll be down in a minute." I say sighing and turning away from the window.

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AN:

Hey! I'm sorry for the short chapter. I am really busy this week, and I am trying to write the most I can. I will probably be able to write more next week, but for now, I'll try my best. Thanks for reading and voting!