Disclaimer: I do not own TMI or any of these characters, they're all the brilliant work of Cassandra Clare.

The bell rang, and we got up off the bench. "What lesson is it?" My best friend Simon asked. It was the same every time.

"Maths, which you aren't in my class for. Remember?" I waved him off before heading in the other direction. I wasn't really looking forward to this, since id been busy-well, moderately busy doing…..other…..important things, instead of my homework. Okay, I'd been drawing, but that was important to!

I walked in to class and sat down next to Millie, a girl that sometimes studied with me. As Miss Branon started talking, my mind drifted off, as always. Maths isn't exactly my strong point.

"Miss Fray?" I looked up.

"Uh, could you repeat the question?" The class laughed.

Miss gave me a disapproving look.

"Make sure your listing next time." I nodded.

"Hey Si" I said as I walked out the gates. He smiled.

"Hey Clary, how was maths?" like he needed to ask.

"The usual, you?"

"Mr. Wenly kicked me out of class for 'sassing him'." I raised my eyebrows.

"What did you say this time?"

"He asked me what the square root of 1243 was." I waited.

"And?" he shrugged.

"I told him I didn't like squares, and that I thought they were a stupid shape. Triangles are much nicer." I laughed and shook my head. I should have known it would have been something stupid. Last time, Sir had asked the class to do questions 3, 5, 7 and 9. Simon did 2, 4, 6 and 8. When Mr. Wenly asked him why, he'd said 'I don't like odd numbers sir, they make me uneasy.'

"Java Jones?" Simon said, interrupting my thoughts.

"Definitely" I said. It was just what I needed. It had been a long day.

I put my coffee down and sat up. Simon had been discussing new band name ideas again.

"So? What do you think?"

"Uhh, yeah, they're good."

"You weren't even listing were you?" I smiled apologetically. He nodded his head and looked over my shoulder.

"Hey, what's with the dude in the corner? He's been standing there for like over twenty minutes." I turned in my chair to look over at the corner. A guy with shaggy black hair and startling blue eyes, so blue, in fact, that I could see them all the way from my table, stood in the corner slouched against the wall. He was dressed all in black. He looked over at us, and I met his eyes. It was the coldest glare I'd ever seen. I suppressed a shiver, because I didn't want to look stupid, and turned back around.

"Geeeeze" Simon said. "You think he just comes here and stands in the corner staring at people?"

"He's probably just waiting for someone." But even as I said the words, the ice in my stomach spread throughout my body. I could feel his eyes on my back. Simon looked over my shoulder again. He furrowed his eyebrows.

"That's weird. He's gone. Ah well. You gotta watch out for creepy dudes in black, you know. Ill add that to my list." I sat back and stared at him.

"Your list?"

"Yeah, I've invented a new list of things to watch out for, and creepy dudes in black are now officially at the top."

"Really?"

"Yep."

"What else is on this list?"

"Ninjas….and monkeys. You, know normal things." I laughed and picked up his coffee mug.

"I'll get the next round."

"With vanilla!" He shouted.

"I know what you want!" I shouted back playfully. I was about to put the two empty coffee mugs on the table, when I froze. He was still stood there, in the corner. That guy with the cold eyes, all dressed in black. But…..Simon had said he'd gone? He looked at me again, and I shifted my eyes away as quickly as possible. It's alright, he'd probably just gone to the bathroom or something. Perfectly normal.

I sat back down with the coffee. "Hey, I thought you said that guy had gone?" Simon looked at me strangely.

"He has?" I looked over my shoulder again. He was still there.

"No he hasn't?"

"What?" Simon looked over at the corner again. He tried to supress a smile. "Are you feeling alright?" I slapped his arm.

"Stop it!" he laughed and grabbed my hand.

"Come on, let's get you home, hey crazy Clary?" he practically pulled me out of the café. I looked back once more, he was still stood there, still cold. Still staring at me, watching me as I went out the door.