"Don't just stand there, get in!" The girl laughed, her eyes bright with excitement.
Jace, or J as his friends called him, took another draw of his last joint and breathed out the smoke in a perfect waterfall, the smoke filling his nose and surrounding his face causing him to look lost in a cloud of smoke. Clary always thought he looked like an angel, probably a fallen one though. He was good looking, with shoulder length blonde hair that was not too thick and not too thin, his features strong. There wasn't anything in particular about his looks that drew girls to him. It was the way he acted. Maybe it was his bad boy ego that screamed he was trouble, but he was worth it. He was trouble too, fight after fight with decent college boys who claimed J had slept with their girlfriends. He didn't win every fight; sometimes J would go to Clary black and bruised and she would clean his cuts. But it never bruised his ego, not once.
As J stood up, Clary tried not to stare at him. The outlines of his muscles were showing slightly through his white t-shirt. He was tall, very tall, and he was skinny yet muscular. To most girls, J was perfect.
'Definitely a fallen angel' Clary thought to herself.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" Jonathon questioned her. For once, there was innocence in his eyes that told Clary he had no clue how she felt about him. Sometimes, Clary rarely knew herself.
Bringing herself back to reality, she tore her eyes away from J and instead, leaned close to him and took another draw from his joint. Ignoring his question, she chose to stare around her, looking anywhere but his eyes. They were at their favourite meeting place. 'Souls' lake was cut off from the rest of the world, always giving them the peace J liked. Dark green woods surrounded the lake and the sky always left the lake water looking a beautiful clear blue. There was small dock, where J and Clary always sat, at the middle left that gave them both a view of the whole lake.
"Clary? Are you listening to me?" J said, waving his hand in front of her face.
"What? Uh, yeah I was listening..." She paused, "What did you say again?"
J laughed, his head thrown back and his chest rising up.
"I said," he paused and smiled, "you asked me to get in the lake and you're not even in yet."
"Oh right. Yeah…I guess I'll get in. Are you coming in?"
J nodded. He took the last draw of his joint and for a moment Clary saw his eyes roll back and his face go distant. It was gone as quickly as it came. He stood up and stretched his arms out as he yawned. Clary noticed how quick he always was and how his muscles stretched as moved. J lifted his arms gracefully then reached out and took off his shirt. As Clary predicted, he stomach was just as toned as his arms.
"Come on then!" J laughed then ran off the jock and threw himself into the lake.
Clary laughed too, and then threw herself into the water to join him. The water surrounded her and like usual when she swam suddenly she was complete. After a couple of hours of splashing and laughing, Clary climbed onto the old dock and simply sat there staring at J as he stayed in the crystal clear water. The lake water rippled around him and once again he reminded Hollie of a fallen angel.
"Clary, why the hell did you wear clothes swimming?! What are you supposed to wear now?" Jace asked as if suddenly realising for the first time that she was wearing them.
"I-" She stopped and blushed, "What else am I supposed to wear?"
"Oh come on Cee it's just me, come in your bra and knickers for all I care."
Clary blushed again, "No -I couldn't-I just-."
She tried to shrug it off, but failed to cover her embarrassment of her own body. Instead, she forced a laugh. J, noticing she was started to close him off, changed the conversation.
"Anyway, how's college?" His attempt to make her feel better only made her worse.
"J it's horrible! Urgh I can't stand Mr Sheeran, all he bloody does it stare at my tits! It's like I don't even exist shoulder up, I-"
Clary's words were cut short as she gasped at the new scene in front of her.
"Clary? What's wrong?! What is it?!" J pleaded, an urgency in is voice.
The lake water turned a bloody red. One by one, bodies came floating to the lake's surface, surrounding J like a swarm of wasps. The rotting corpses left a stench in the air that caused Clary to turn even dizzier. Her head was throbbing with pain and every time she turned her face in horror, her head started spinning. The woods around her became nothing but a dark mist, consuming her. Grasping to hold onto something for support, Clary's arm grabbed the first thing she could grip; J's arm. Relief shot through Clary at the touch of J, he always gave her the feeling of safety and security. Turning to face him, she gasped again. Blood streamed down his face, from his eyes, nose, ears and his mouth. His hair was covered with a thick layer of ash and he reeked of burning.
"Clary, what is it, tell me!" he was shouting at her now.
Suddenly there was a piercing scream, echoing through the words. When the scream ended, another began. As J violently shook Clary by the shoulders, she realised the screams belonged to her. Tears were streaming down her face like the bloody ones on J.
Then everything went black.