Clary sat in a small café with a black coffee in one hand and a newspaper in the other; her eyes were scanning the job listings, sighing in frustration Clary threw the paper down on the table. Drinking the last of her coffee Clary left the café heading toward Idris College, on her way she continued to fret over her problem, she was only able to attend Idris College due to the Art scholarship she had received. The scholarship paid for everything that applied to school, her tuition, books, dining hall and board but if Clary needed extra money she had to rely on her parents. It's not as if she went on shopping sprees every five minutes, however, she did spend quite a lot of money on her art supplies and her daily runs to the café. Her parents had always been happy to pay for all of her extra expenses or so Clary thought, last night she received a phone call from her father telling her it was time for her to grow up and get a job to pay for her extra activities. Clary begged her father to reconsider; trying to explain to him how busy she stayed with her art, by the end of the conversation her father gave her one month before he cut her off, telling her at the end of the month job or no job the credit card would be canceled either way.
Walking into her first class Clary sat down placing her hands over her face, she had no idea what to do
"Hi Clary, what's up"
Clary knew that the chipper voice belonged to the one and only Isabelle Lightwood, Isabelle was not only happy go lucky all of the time but she was also drop dead gorgeous, she was tall and thin with long brown hair and her deep brown eyes always seemed to sparkle when she looked at you.
Clary felt a soft hand touching her shoulder
"Clare are you okay, you don't look so well"
Clary slowly moved her hands from her face, turning to face a concerned Isabelle, with a small smile she spoke honestly
"It's stupid really, my parents are cutting me off financially at the end of the month and I'm just having problems finding a job"
Clary watched as Isabelle began tapping her chin with then end of the pen she held, it was clear to Clary that Isabelle was obviously trying to think of something, hopefully a way to help her find a job.
Deciding to leave Isabelle to her thoughts Clary turned back toward the front of the class waiting for the professor to arrive, just as the professor made his grand entrance Clary felt something poking her in the arm, turning she found Isabelle grinning ear to ear
"So I think I can help you out" Isabelle whispered as she bounced in her seat
Clary could not help but return Isabelle's smile, the girl's excitement was truly contagious
"Awesome, what is it"
Isabelle bit her lower lip, looking almost nervous "meet me after class, we'll talk then"
"Kay" Clary turned once more, preparing herself to be bored to death by Professor Starkweather
As soon as the Professor's lecture ended, Clary felt Isabelle tugging on her arm "Come on Clary, let's go"
Clary hurried out of her seat, following Isabelle out the door, the two walked in a comfortable silence to the Quad as some students called it, a large area with couches, tables and chairs, some students would study and some just relaxed. Clary followed Isabelle to a corner table in the very back, there the two sat
"Okay Isabelle, you're killing me" Clary was eyeing Isabelle as she looked down at her cell phone scrolling through messages or something of that nature
Isabelle carefully laid her cell phone down on the table, becoming very serious all of a sudden, looking Clary directly in the eye Isabelle spoke in a professional voice
"First you call me Izzy, not Isabelle, second I work for my brother's boyfriend, Magnus Bane and during the lecture I sent him a text telling him all about you, he's willing to give you a chance"
Clary's heart leapt, she was ecstatic to hear that Izzy had found her a job, though she had no idea what on earth it was, if Izzy liked it surely she would too
"Oh Izzy, thank you thank you"
Izzy held her hand up in the air, silencing Clary immediately
"Whoa there tiger, you haven't even heard what the job is"
Clary looked puzzled; she had assumed that it was something rather simple, maybe a cashier at a clothing store or a waitress of some kind
Izzy's voice lowered as she leaned over the table toward Clary "Don't look so scared Clary, it's a great job, you can do it wherever you want, you can even paint while you do it"
Clary could not help but relax at this, painting was a huge part of her and she was scared that getting a job would take her away from it, she nodded smiling at Izzy to continue
"Okay, Clary the job is a phone operator" Isabelle watched to see Clary's reaction
"Oh I can do that Izzy, I've been told I have a great phone voice, this is awesome, when can I start, wait what do we sell" Clary was full of excitement as she rambled, causing Izzy once again to hold up her hand in order to silence her
"Clary, we don't sell anything per say, well I guess in a way we do I just never thought of it like that" Isabelle was looking down at her cell phone again causing Clary to get irritated
"Izzy" Clary hissed
Isabelle looked up with a cheeky grin "I'm a sex phone operator"
Clary froze, stunned by Izzy's answer, she had to be kidding, of course she was kidding "Haha, Izzy seriously tell me what's the job"
Izzy's demeanor changed once again to that of a professional "Seriously Clary, I'm a sex phone operator and a damn good one, Magnus pays me depending on how many calls I take a week, last week a made over seven hundred dollars, now when I first started out I only made four hundred my first week"
Clary felt as if her throat was closing up on her, she didn't know what to say, she didn't even know if she could speak
Isabelle obviously took Clary's reaction as a negative, standing up she with a frown "Look I was just trying to help you out Clary, don't act like I'm some kind of slut or anything at least I make my own money" sighing Isabelle turned to leave
Clary's arm quickly shot out grabbing Izzy's arm "Please sit Izzy, let me explain, please" the look on Clary's face was enough to make Isabelle decide to stay and listen to what she had to say
Once Izzy was seated, she nodded at Clary to talk
Clary began to fidget with her fingers, twirling them around each other as she gazed down at the table
"Clary, talk I don't have all day here"
Clary truly had no idea how to say what she needed to say, she felt as if she may have a panic attack of sorts trying to get it out
"Izzy, I don't judge your job" Clary's eyes looked up giving Izzy a small smile, Izzy seemed to study Clary for a moment
"Then what's the problem" Izzy asked
Clary went back to fidgeting; Izzy must have noticed that Clary was truly nervous because she placed a soft hand over Clary's in order to stop her from twisting her fingers anymore
Clary looked in Izzy's eyes as she mumbled "I don't know how to talk dirty"
Izzy bit her lower lip, her eyes sparkling with amusement, trying her best not to laugh at Clary
"Clary, everyone can talk dirty"
"Not everyone obviously" Clary said with a serious tone
Isabelle looked confused as she questioned Clary "You and your boyfriend , never talk dirty during ya know, sex"
Clary's eyes widen, shaking her head "I don't have a boyfriend Iz"
"Okay, so past boyfriends then" Izzy was leaning across the table once more, eager to know all of Clary Fray's deep dark secrets
Clary sighed out in frustration, letting her head fall to the table in front of Izzy, her bright red curls hiding her from the world "I'm a virgin Iz, a V-I-R-G-I-N, happy"
"Oh my god, seriously, I haven't met a virgin our age in, ya know I don't think I know a virgin our age" Izzy was giggling as she watched Clary trying to hide
"Can you stop saying it so loud, serious Izzy stop" Clary parted her curtain of hair long enough to shoot Izzy a glare
"Oh quit being so dramatic Clary, so you're a virgin, big deal, that doesn't mean you can't take the job" Izzy had sat back, looking bored as she examined her nails
Clary's head shot off the table, "Izzy, do you not get it, virgin girl here hence the not knowing how to talk dirty"
"Here" Izzy took a pen and piece of paper out of her purse, scribbling something down and handing it to Clary across the table "go to this address, I'll let him know you're coming, he'll help you out"
Clary looked down reading the paper Isabelle gave her, Jace Wayland, Sex Therapist
Isabelle was standing already walking away from the table, Clary quickly ran after her with the paper held tightly in her hand
"Izzy, wait a minute"
Izzy stomped her foot, turning back toward the redhead "Your making me regret this already Clary"
Clary stopped in front of Izzy, taking a breath before she spoke quietly "I'm sorry Izzy, I just can't go to a sex therapist, I can't afford it, no job remember"
Izzy waved her hand above her head in the air as if to dismiss Clary altogether, "Don't worry about the money, Jace is my older adopted brother, he owes me, kay"
Clary felt a tiny bit better as she listened to what Izzy was saying, "So Jace is Magnus's boyfriend then"
Izzy doubled over in laughter "Good lord no, Alec my other older brother is Magnus's boyfriend, Jace is one hundred percent straight" turning from Clary again she began walking away
Clary sighed, as she looked at the paper once more, then she heard Izzy's voice calling out to her
"You better show Clary, if not I'll be pissed, trust me you don't want to see me pissed" and with that Izzy was gone, leaving Clary alone
Muttering to her self as she walked to her next class "Well Clary Fray looks like you're going to see a sex therapist this afternoon"