Okay I am very sorry for not posting in like forever. I just got bored and stuff happened but now that schools out I have sworn to my beta , the amazing Mona who has the coolest name ever (As you can see my beta edited this too. Conceited little loser…), to finish because if I do not she will kick my butt. So here finally is chapter three.

Izzy ushered Simon up the stairs, a glittering gold beacon in front of him.

"Agh," she growled at him, "Hurry up." And when she was still unsatisfied with his snail-like pace she grabbed his shirt collar and pulled him roughly behind her. When they reached a large oak door she kicked it open with one stiletto clad foot and dropped Simon impatiently on the ground. Good thing I have thick skin, he thought, internally chuckling, Or people might think Izzy was actually abusive. But as soon as his joke was over he was quickly engulfed with sadness again, Damn Maia. They were on the roof of Magnus's penthouse sitting on the stairs by the door. Really the view was amazing and he would have looked longer if he weren't so despondent and if Izzy hadn't started talking.

"Okay Simon," Izzy said pursing her crimson lips, "What happened." The look of sympathy Izzy then gave him with her wide blue eyes made what had just happened even more…final. Izzy studied him intently as Simon tried to word what he wanted to say. As he silently thought, she scanned her eyes over him, a bad habit she was still trying to break, and well lets just say she liked what she saw. He was wearing a rumpled black band tee and his dark hair was a mess. The look on his face was one of confusion and anger, and it was all she could do not to reach out and stroke his cheek. She longed for him, and she wondered how much longer she would have to wait for him. God, Izzy chided herself, what am I doing? I should be comforting Simon. Wow, I really am a bad friend.

"She cheated on me with Bat," Simon said interrupting her from her deep, okay shallow, thoughts. "She was on top of him in front of everyone. Forget me, what about her own freaking dignity!? How could she? I mean, I always knew she was blunt, but really? I just can't believe it. I thought she was the one. God, that's the dumbest, most cliché thing I could say. There's no such thing as 'the one'. It's all a bunch of crap. But she embarrassed me! Then again, maybe I wasn't good enough for her. So much for fairytale endings…." Simon was stopped though by one of Izzy's perfectly manicured fingers resting on his very chapped lips.

"Simon stop putting yourself down," she sighed. "You sound kind of gay when you do that. Really relationships end all the freaking time. I mean when I'm dumped I don't even complain that much, and I'm a GIRL. Anyway if Maia was dumb enough to cheat on you, she totally doesn't deserve you. So put your chin up and tell her to shove it up her… You know what just ignore her." Izzy rephrased knowing Simon was way to nice to tell Maia to shove it up her ass.

"Thanks. You're right. I should shut up. I'm wasting my breath. It's not like rambling is gonna make this all disappear. But I just can't get over the fact that I wasted my time on her and that every girl I ever seem to like never likes me back." Simon then went to stand up from the steps but Izzy pulled him back down and glared at him.

"Simon STOP it you're a great person and Maia's on crack. Plus if you leave now you'll let her believe that you can't stop thinking about her and she'll take advantage of that," Izzy explained matter-of-factly.

"Well maybe that's cause I really can't stop thinking about her. Ever thought of that?" Simon yelled aggressively. His anger soon dissolved into apologetic regret as Izzy flinched.

"Izz," he said putting his arm around her shoulders in comfort, "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have yelled. You're being all nice, which, admittedly is rare, and all I can do is holler at you." In response Izzy merely shrugged out of his embrace and turned her back on him. She was more hurt than she wanted him to know. Just play it like it's nothing, Izz, But how could he say that? How could he still think about Maia after all she'd just done to him? And to think I actually tried to comfort him. "Izzy turn around," he pleaded.

Izzy turned around, but only so she could scream at him. "You are such a jerk Simon, I was trying to help you." Simon looked at her and became so angry he was impressed steam wasn't coming out of his ears.

"Oh, I'm the jerk, huh? I'm the jerk?" he repeated clearly fuming," I wanted to leave but nooo little miss busy body needed to know all the juicy gossip. And now look what she's doing accusing me of being a jerk. Ironic, isn't it?" Izzy looked at him like he had just slapped her full across and tears filled up her she stood up and began walking away. Right before she reached the door though, the full gravity of what he'd just done hit Simon like a million boulders. You just can't keep your dang mouth shut, can you??

"Wait Izzy," He shouted running after her," I'm sorry Izzy. Again. Please wait." She opened the door and was about go down to the party when she felt Simon spin her around and bore holes into her eyeballs with his intense gaze. "I'm so sorry Izz," Simon said squeezing her shoulders tightly. " I was wrong to say that, it was mean. I really am a jerk and I deserve to be slapped. So if you really want you can give it to me. It's just it's kinda hard with Maia and…and you," he added. His stare softened and all of a sudden his hypnotic eyes were pulling her in, looking into her soul.

"Will you shut up already dumb ass and kiss me?!" Izzy asked, or more like commanded, before pressing her lips to Simon's. The kiss was meant to be brief, a sweet and chaste peck, but it was anything but that. It was fierce and loving and full of passion. Simon clung to Izzy like a life-line while she wove her fingers through his dark messy hair. Their lips moved rapidly and Izzy felt Simon's warm, gentle hands caress her neck. Both heartbeats quickened as their adrenaline raced. Izzy's hands slid down his back to the waste band of Simon's jeans, but he put his hands on her shoulders and pushed her gently, politely back. They both stood gasping for air, nourishing the awkward silence, until Simon finally spoke.

"Izzy, I can't do this. I just broke up with Maia. And I know it's so stupidly cliché, but I need time." And those simple words hurt Izzy more than any demon ever had or ever could. She couldn't bear to look at him, let alone gaze into his eyes. Had he known how much time she'd already allowed? How much she had longed for this moment? She could still taste his lips, feel his hands on her neck. Why? Why did it have to stop? Did he have to kiss her like that and then tell her he needed time? Was he even feeling the same impulse, or was he just imagining her as Maia? Thoughts, questions, swarmed her head, and she had never felt more vulnerable in her life.

"Really Simon, how much time a week, a month, a year, because I can't wait forever," Izzy croaked flatly, fighting back fresh tears. She swallowed the lump that was creeping up her throat.

"I don't know how much time Izz. Just time."

"Fine. Well when you figure it out kindly tell me. Because that would help a lot," Izzy muttered, storming off. She didn't care anymore. She let her tears finally fall, ruining her mascara that she had so carefully applied, all for Simon. Everything had been for Simon. Stupid heartache. Why'd she have to fall for the one guy who always "needed time". Confused and heart-broken, she quickly ran through the party, tears streaming down her face. The guests gaped at her, but she hardly noticed. She pushed past them and out the door. Then going as fast as she could she sped off to the Institute and into the comfort and privacy of her room.

"Izzy," Clary murmured knocking lightly at the door, "Izzy, let me in." Clary waited a few moments and when the door still remained firmly shut she added a please for good measure. "Please Izzy, Please?" The door slowly squeaked open and there stood Izzy. Clary had never seen her in such a…well…crappy state. Her black hair was tangled into a mess that would take hours to comb straight, her eyes were red and puffy, and there were black streaks of what Clary guessed was Izzy's once perfectly done mascara. She watched as Izzy smiled meekly but her tear-stained cheeks gave away how upset she was. "Izzy we need to talk," Clary sighed. If Simon wasn't man enough to talk to Izzy, she would.

"Okay," Izzy sighed softly, resigned, "Come in." Clary followed Izzy to the black couch by her bed and sat down. "What do you want Clary," Izzy asked once they were sitting. She rubbed her back softly, "I know you know already, so why are you here?"

"Izzy I want you to realize something I'm not sure you're aware of. Guys, well basically guys suck." Clary said simply explaining her logic. A slight smile came to Izzy's lips.

"So Jace isn't a guy, because I'm pretty sure you don't think he sucks," Izzy said referring to the many times she'd caught Jace and Clary in compromising situations.

"Okay let me rephrase. Guys suck, most of the time." Clary said while Izzy smile grew slightly bigger. "Like right now, Simon majorly sucks. I'm starting to believe that Jace's idiocy is rubbing off on him, because otherwise I don't think he wouldn't have turned you down." Izzy looked at her with sad blue eyes and Clary couldn't help but give her a sisterly hug around the neck.

"Thanks Clary. I needed that," Izzy mumbled as Clary let go, "But what should I do about Simon? I've waited for him long enough. I don't know how much longer I can wait. I'll probably never get over him, but I really don't want to keep pining for him, and have him let me down every freaking time."

"I don't know but I'll talk to him. I mean he obviously likes you, even if he says he's not ready. And, hey, if he doesn't fix it I can always send the king of morons to talk to him. That might work. You know stupid people listen to stupid people. It's basic psychology." As soon as she finished her idea Jace walked in the door.

"Did someone ask for the King of Morons?" he asked jokingly flipping his hair. Clary and Izzy both glared at him but Clary spoke first.

"Jace, it's rude to eavesdrop, you know that right? Then again, what more could we expect from a moron?" Clary stated annoyed that someone had listened in on her and Izzy's bonding moment. Clary didn't have a sister but wanted one and Izzy was the closest she had.

"I was not eavesdropping," Jace said trying and failing to sound offended," I just accidentally overheard the whole thing. And Izzy," Jace said turning to address her," I can beat the total crap out of the mundy for you, if you want, that is."

"Jace," Izzy said, "Simon is a vampire not a mundy you know that. And don't beat him up okay? I can fight my own battles."

"Yeah well he's still mundane, vampire or human."

"Jace," Clary huffed," what do you want?" But before Jace's could give her his inventfully thought up sarcastic answer about kelpies and unicorns Alec came running into the room. He took in a big gulp of air with his ebony hair plastered to his face, both clear signs he had run to get there.

"There was a…," Alec tried to say gasping for air," There was a demon attack at… at Luke's."

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