Shadowhunting IRL

The Party

Hey guys! Hope you like chapter no. 2 of the Sizzy story: is this crush worth a return? 

After an hour of earnest contemplation after homework that evening during which her thoughts might or might not have strayed to Simon's goofy grin more times than she could count, Isabelle knew what she had to do.

She was on a mission now. To stop her madness. And it would have to start with murder. Or a kidnapping. She needed at least a missing persons case.

She texted Clary.

Hey, your mom's a police officer, right?

The reply came almost immediately. Thank the freaking Angel.

Yup she's a sergeant why

Now for the hard part. How was she supposed to phrase this?

Are there any slots for internships there?

SLOTS. Great going, Izzy.

You want to intern at the police station? Lol why I thought you hated the system

She did, actually. That was why. And her stupid, overwhelming, all-obsessive, cru-no.

ended up changing my mind

Also it looks good on college apps

Her fingers were crossed. Just in case.

Rightt. This is weird, coming from you. K I'll ask her.

Thx :)

Now to wait.

She didn't have to wait long. She was sharing a large bowl of crisps 20 minutes later with her brother Max while they read when her phone buzzed with a notification that wasn't another like. She grabbed it, ignoring the fallen food that would've usually driven her crazy.

There was a text from Clary.

good news! (for u at least) my mom says you can come over to the station at 5 tomorrow        and you'll officially be an intern 

An involuntary smile of pure relief broke out over Izzy's face. Oh, the potential in a police station!

oh okay thanks :)

oh and see you at 11 at Justin's party? Jace and I convinced Alec to sneak oout some of our parent's beer cuz itll be  more fun that way loll

The reply arrived almost immediately.

:D yeah see you then

The party was unapologetically loud, a whirlwind of human contact and eardrum-shattering music and spinning, flashing colours that stayed even when she closed her eyes. It was the kind of party where you didn't just meet people; you melded with them, inhaled their scents of mild sweat, deodorant and dizzying alcohol, made out while your feet moved of their own volition. In other words, her holy grail of pleasurable distractions.

It was clear it was Magnus' kind of place too: his eye-glitter and sequined tank top fit right in with all the other gleaming bodies and roller-coaster of lights. He could not have contrasted more sharply with his boyfriend, Izzy thought with a slight smirk, whose only concessions to the demands of a raging Halloween party were a nicer-than-usual sweater without any holes in it, and jeans. Jace, of course, was in his element; he and Clary headed onto the dance floor almost immediately, leaving Izzy, Magnus, and Alec with an extremely uncomfortable Simon.

Simon hadn't even made Alec's concessions for this party—he was wearing his usual jeans, t-shirt and dirty white converse—but he still managed to look like he'd stepped out of the cover of a magazine. The kind of magazine that described a hundred different ways to make money as a teen and the unexpected value of being a receptionist with a dozen pyramid schemes inside, admittedly, but a magazine, nevertheless. He so clearly didn't want to be here, though, that Isabelle's insides were starting to prickle uncomfortably. She ignored it and sauntered off to talk (for now) to the guy standing near the bowl of punch. He looked like her type, now—with broad shoulders and golden skin and lean but muscled biceps—the kind of guy she'd have had a near-one-night stand with every party that they bumped into each other.

He watched her as she approached, but not as a creep; she suspected she'd taken it slightly too far with her Morgan Le Fay costume. She knew she looked great, though; the flowing black cape merging with her waves, the fitted dress bringing out the black of her eyes and showing her body to its advantage.

He smiled at her when she reached him. 'Hey. Punch?'

She smiled back. Up close, he looked even more handsome; his fitted green tee highlighting the gold-green flecks in his hazel eyes. 'No, I'll take this beer. I'm Isabelle.'

'Jordan Kyle.'

At this point Izzy noticed his t-shirt. Lucky, really, since she couldn't exactly reach up and snog him to death without at least flirting first, and her mind was still in a muddle about Simon. 'You're a Slytherin?'

'Yup. Why so surprised?'

Good question. You see, Jordan Kyle, I automatically assumed you were a Gryffindor upon first sight since you have beautiful eyes and abs and since I'm shallow, I assumed, from one ridiculously attractive person to another, that you were also a Gryffindor. But I can't tell you this cuz it's the alcohol talking and also cuz the guy I'm unrequitedly in love with has turned me into some kind of ridiculous nerd-show. God, was she FUN. 'No reason. I prefer Slytherins anyway.' She did not. She loved Ravenclaws. 'They get what they want.'

His eyes darkened. She could see herself reflected in them, her smokey eyeshadow elongating her eyelashes, her red lipstick a bright pop of colour against all the black. He smiled at her, and this smile was different from the one he'd given her when she first approached him. That one had been polite, innocent. This one was everything but. And god, was it sexy. 

That's it for this chapter. Leave a comment. xo