Chapter One, Leading Secret
Shadowhunters, Idris, Alicante; angels, demons. Those words tortured his mind for the past weeks as suspense built in the nearest institute, the New York Institute, and the worst part was he didn't know what a "institute" is. At first, he thought it was ironic because institutes are for people who need help (mentally) which could only make sense for someone who believed killing demons is a duty. Now his thoughts looked more negatively.
"I have something to tell you after school," pretty, which didn't even describe it, Layline Lovelace whispers seductively into his ear. "How does… 4:56 sound? Behind the school, see you there Jack." She almost licks his ear, whether that was teasingly and purposefully or accidentally was beyond him; he still shuddered though. He leans onto the locker, nearest him, for support.