Talk Dirty to Me

12

Clary was still leaning against the bathroom wall when Isabelle got off the phone with Lord of the flies. "Well, that was a complete disaster," the dark haired girl commented as she walked over to the sink and turned on the water faucet. "Not a heavy drinker huh?" She handed Clary a wet wash cloth before sitting down beside her.

"Thanks, Iz." Clary wiped her face with the cool wash cloth before turning to meet Isabelle's gaze. She had expected her to be pissed but she wasn't. Isabelle's face held nothing but concern for her. "I'm so sorry," Clary said weakly.

Isabelle shrugged. "Lord of the flies wasn't mad. He's just like that." Clary watched as Isabelle leaned her head back against the wall and looked up at the stark white ceiling. "He was worried, though."

"About what?" she asked, while on the inside Clary was debating on howshe would break the news to Isabelle that she knew Lord of the flies.

Isabelle sat up. "You. He kept asking if you'd be okay."

Clary felt her stomach turn.

"You're not going to get sick again, are you?" Isabelle inquired, and Clary couldn't help but detect the unease in her tone.

"No. I'm fine," Clary said. Isabelle nodded but still scooted away from Clary in order to put distance between the two of them just in case Clary would start blowing chunks again.

"Izzy... I need to tell you something. But I need you to promise not to get mad, okay?" Clary looked over at Isabelle to find her staring back at her.

"I already know," Isabelle said. Clary felt her heart pounding against her chest. Did Simon recognize her voice?

"You do?" Clary squeaked.

Isabelle pulled her legs up around her and placed her chin on her knees. "Yep." She reached up to pull her hair out its ponytail. "At first I was pissed," she relented, and Clary watched in silence as Isabelle's hair fell down to frame her face perfectly. "But, "the other girl continued, "After I had time to think about it, I actually like the idea of the two of you together." Isabelle gave Clary a small, reassuring smile.

Clary blinked. Had she missed something? "What are you talking about?"

"I told you. Why? What are you talking about?" Isabelle was no longer smiling.

Clary placed the wash cloth on the floor beside her. "I don't want to be with him, Izzy. I just didn't like keeping it from you. That's it."

Isabelle's face scrunched up in confusion. "Why wouldn't you want to be with him?"

"I just don't feel that way about him. Sure, I care about him but not like that," Clary explained. Isabelle's body tensed. The confusion left her face replaced with something that made Clary think she was possibly angry.

"So, what I'm hearing is that you're using him?" Isabelle stood from the floor. Her brown eyes were dark as she glared at Clary who was still sitting on the floor. "What is it? You think you're too good for him or something?"

Clary opened her mouth to speak but the look on Isabelle's face stopped her. "Let me tell you something Clary Fray," she snapped. "You'd be lucky to get someone like him. He's a great guy. Sure, he can be an ass but that's just his way of protecting himself. Deep down he's got so much love to give. But you'll never find out since you've already decided he's not worthy of you! Perfect little Clary Fray!" Isabelle growled as she ran her hands through her long brown hair. "I would've never pegged you as a judgmental bitch. Guess I was wrong."

Clary opened her mouth and then shut it. Who did Isabelle think she was?She knew nothing about her past with Simon. Not one damn thing. "Me?A judgmental bitch? Really, Isabelle?" Clary pulled herself up off the floor. "I'm not the one who's going around calling people names. Youare!" Clary moved to where she was standing toe to toe with Isabelle. Her body was radiating with anger as she craned her neck so she could look at Isabelle straight in the eye.

"I suggest you watch what you say before I have to teach you a lesson," Isabelle seethed. Clary felt a chill run through her body as she listened to Isabelle's threatening words but she refused to be bullied even if she ended up getting her ass handed to her.

"Then I suggest that you think before you speak!" Clary leaned her body into Isabelle's. She knew she was pushing her luck but she couldn't seem to stop herself.

Isabelle chuckled darkly crossing her arms over her chest. "You're something else aren't you?" She shook her head lightly. "You walk around acting all sweet and innocent. When you're nothing but a cold-hearted bitch who thinks she's better than everyone else." Isabelle kneeled down to Clary's height. Her hot breathe running over the red headed girl's face. "I gotta tell you this: You put on a good show. Had me fooled."

Clary took a small step back. She hated to admit it but Isabelle's words had hurt her. Deeply. Clary thought that she could trust her. She thought that they were friends. "How? Who gives you the right to judge me?" Clary's voice was no longer loud with anger because she wasn't angry, she was hurt. "I thought we were friends. I thought I could trust you."

"I thought we were too." Isabelle stepped back and turned away from Clary. "Just get out. Leave." She walked out of the bathroom, leaving Clary staring after her.

Clary was dumbfounded. How did her admitting that she knew Simon cause this? And why would Isabelle want her to be with Simon when it was clear that Isabelle liked him? No. She wasn't leaving until she got the answers she wanted. The answers she deserved. "Isabelle?" Clary stomped out of the bathroom. "Isabelle Lightwood!" Clary's green eyes scanned the room looking for Isabelle. "We're not finished."

Isabelle's head popped out from her closet door. The look on her face let Clary know thatshe was finished with their conversation, but Clary refused to let Isabelle have her way. Not this time. "You may be finished but I'm not done."

Isabelle stepped out of her closet. "Fine, Talk. But I warn you Fray, you're playing with fire."

Clary swallowed. Isabelle placed her hands on her hips, ushering for the other girl to spill her guts impatiently. "Go on and talk. And when you're finished I want you to get the hell out. And stay out. Stay away from me. And stay away from Jace."

"Jace? Why would I?" Clary's eyes widened as a vein on Isabelle's forehead surfaced from her skin. "Oh. I'm sorry. Did I strike a nerve? I forgot that the great Isabelle Lightwood isn't used to hearing the word 'no.'"

Isabelle's jaw tensed. "I mean it. Shut up! This is your last warning." She moved her hands down to her side, balling them into tight fists. Clary held her ground; she refused to back down from Isabelle.

"What? What are you going to do if I don't? Hit me. Beat me up. Is that it?" Clary could feel the tension in the room as she spoke. She could smell it. "Go ahead, hit me." Clary silently prayed that Isabelle would not act on what she was saying. "But in the end it won't matter," she breathed. "You'll still be a bully that's pissed over what?" Clary raised her shaky hands in the air and dropped them back down hitting her sides when they fell. "Because I refuse to be with a guy that I don't want. But since you say we should be together I guess I should forget the way I feel. Do what Isabelle tells me to. Right? No one says no to Isabelle. Well guess what? NO! No! No-ooooo!" Clary started laughing. She wasn't sure if it was due to the fact that the whole situation was hysterical or if it was because she was on the edge of hysteria. "And the crazy thing is. You. Like. Him."

Clary placed her hands on her knees and leaned over breathing hard. Between fighting with Isabelle and the hangover she was exhausted. "Are you sick or something?" Isabelle asked, her voice laced with disgust.

Clary lifted her head to look at Isabelle. "Yes. I am sick — remember me throwing up in your bathroom just an hour ago?"

Isabelle rolled her eyes and waved her hand in the air, dismissing what Clary had just said. "Not that. What the hell you said about me liking him."

Clary sighed and stood. "Iz, you may not want to admit it, but you do. I've seen it. Your face lights up when you talk to him."

"You're fucking crazy." Isabelle shook her head. "That's just — that's just disgusting. IF, and that's a big if, my face lights up it's because I love him. But not like that. That would be wrong — just gross."

Now it was Clary's turn to get angry. Simon wasn't gross. And why would it be disgusting for Isabelle to be with Simon but not Clary? "So what you're saying is I'm not too good for him but you are?"

"Clary. Do you even hear what you're saying?" Isabelle was looking at Clary like she had grown three heads. "I mean, it wouldn't be like dating Alec, but still."

Clary wrapped her arms around herself. "What's Alec got to do with this?"

"He's my brother. I would never, I repeat never date my brother." Isabelle was speaking slowly, acting as if Clary was too stupid to understand what she was saying. "Jace may not be my biological brother but he is still my brother."

Clary placed her hands over her face and screamed loudly. "What the fuck are you talking about Isabelle? What does Alec or Jace have to do with Simon?"

When Clary removed her hands she found Isabelle standing silently. Her mouth was open but nothing came out. Clary was over it. She was tired of fighting. She made a move to step around Isabelle but as she did Isabelle's hand shot out and grabbed her roughly. "Who's Simon?" Isabelle asked.

"You know, Simon." Clary and Isabelle's eyes were still locked as Clary spoke.

Isabelle's grip loosened on Clary's arm but she didn't release her. "You mean your first kiss that made you think you were kissing your brother?"

"Duh. Yes, my first kiss. My best friend Simon. The same Simon you were talking about." Clary was silent as Isabelle thought things over in her head.

"You thought I was talking about Simon? Why?" Isabelle's brown eyes bore into Clary's green.

Clary swallowed. Did she miss something? "If you weren't talking about Simon then who were you talking about?"

Clary could feel the intensity of Isabelle's eyes weighing down on her. "Nope. You first."

Holy shit, what did I do? "Um. Well you see," Clary managed, her mouth gaping. She could hear the shakiness in her own voice. "I thought you were talking about Simon. My bad." Clary tried to give Isabelle the biggest cheesiest grin she could muster. Isabelle wasn't having it. Not at all.

"I got that. What I want to know is WHY you thought I was talking about him. Especially seeing as I've never met the guy." Isabelle's grip tightened again.

Clary frowned. She was in some deep shit. "Izzy," she trailed off. Clary knew that once she finished speaking that Isabelle would freak the fuck out. "Lord of the flies." Isabelle's big brown eyes were wide with questions as she kept them on Clary. "That's him. Simon is Lord of the flies. That's why I thought you were talking about Simon. I'm so sorry, Isabelle."

Isabelle released Clary's hand. "Oh my," Isabelle whispered as she placed her hand over her mouth. "Lord of the flies is Simon.Your Simon." Isabelle repeated as she moved away from Clary and went to her bed. She pulled her covers back and crawled under them and pulled herself into a tiny ball.

Clary's heart dropped at the sight of childlike Isabelle. "No, Izzy." Clary carefully approached Isabelle's bed on the opposite side Isabelle was on. "Not my Simon." She kept her eyes on Isabelle as she slid under the covers with her friend. "Not my Simon." Clary reached out slowly and placed her hand over Isabelle's intertwining them. "Your Simon."

Isabelle sniffed.Was she crying?"You really think so?"

Clary smiled. "Yes."

Isabelle laughed softly. "You think he'd like me if we met?"

Clary scooted her body closer to Isabelle's. "I know so. He'd think he was dreaming."

Isabelle laughed again but then stopped. "I'm sorry Clary. I should've never yelled at you."

"It's okay. I yelled too." Clary was beginning to feel the heaviness of the past two days weighing down on her. Isabelle's bed was relaxing, not only her body but her mind as well.

"Yeah. Remind me to tell Jace never to fight with you."

Clary's body buzzed at the mention of Jace's name.

"Jace?" Clary squeaked.

Isabelle bit her bottom lip as a mischievous grin crept across her lips. "Clary. You're clueless. Don't you wanna know who I was talking about?"

Clary shook her head.

"Jace. I was talking about my brother Jace the entire time." Clary pulled her hands away from Isabelle's and covered her face. How could she be so dense? Of course she Isabelle had been talking about Jace.

"I am so embarrassed," Clary whined as she moved her hands away from her face.

"Me too." Isabelle reached out grabbing both of Clary's hands with her own. "Do you realize that we were about to rip each other's heads off over a misunderstanding about a guy."

Clary and Isabelle laid there staring at each other in silence for several minutes before they both erupted in a fit of laughter.


"Clary, you asleep?" a voice whispered. Clary was on the verge on sleeping when Isabelle started pulling at her arm.

"Yes," Clary mumbled, hoping Isabelle would leave her alone and let her sleep.

"You can sleep. I just wanted to tell you that I'm glad we're friends."

Clary smiled. "Me too, Iz."

"And as your friend I'm going to help you and my brother."

"Mmmhmmm," Clary hummed, not really caring what Isabelle had to say.

"I can't wait plan your wedding. I've always wanted a sister!"

Clary's eyes popped open.




Continue Reading Next Chapter

About Us:

Inkitt is the world’s first reader-powered book publisher, offering an online community for talented authors and book lovers. Write captivating stories, read enchanting novels, and we’ll publish the books you love the most based on crowd wisdom.