SHE HASN’T ACKNOWLEDGED CLARKE ALL NIGHT. has barely spoken to bellamy, actually, if you don’t count the sarcasm / sass rolling off her tongue every chance she gets --- which she doesn’t, thank you very much. no, isabelle lightwood is much too busy paying attention to the partially-bewildered, mostly-adorable simon lewis.
dinner had been a train wreck of epic proportions, with izzy all but crawling onto simon’s lap by dessert. what? he was her date on a double date she didn’t even want to go on; therefore, it was allowed. and no , her unprompted desire to be so close to simon definitely didn’t have anything to do with the stupid curly-headed man sitting opposite her whose eye she was doing her best to avoid.
at simon’s insistence, they’ve moved onto bowling ---- which is also going awesomely. she rocks at bowling, apparently; her date, however, does not. seeing simon barely miss a strike, izzy steps forward with outstretched arms and a pout to offer him condolences. ‘ you may be terrible at bowling, but you’re cute and that is more important. ’ grinning, she presses up on her tiptoes and plants a lingering kiss on his lips.
and the kiss also has absolutely, positively nothing to do with the man somewhere behind her. nothing at all.