Clary pov-

Beep. Beep. Beep. I rolled over to face my alarm clock, groaning, I pull my eyes open and wait for them to focus on the time. I'm staring at it for a while before I finally realise what the time is. I'm suddenly wide awake, scrabbling out of bed. I dart around my room looking for my jeans and a cleanish shirt. It's 8.50am and I'm meeting Simon, my best friend, at java jones at 9.00am.

Once I've found my clothes, I pull them on and dart out the door grabbing my shoulder bag on the way. I frantically brush my tangled red hair into a presentable state as I rush down stairs and pull it up into a pony tail. My mum is probably over at Luke's, her friend, who is like an uncle or farther for me. I almost run into the front door, but I just managed to stop before I did, I pulled open the door and slammed it shut. I rush down the streets at a half walk half jog, trying not to look too weird, towards the little coffee shop.

I round the corner and I'm looking through my bag, hoping that I brought my wallet, phone, sketch pad and a pencil. I'm still checking for my wallet and phone when I slam into something rock hard. I almost fall, but hands reach and grab me before I can. I look up to see an attractive boy in front of me. My artistic eye carefully looks over him. He has a strong jaw, the blackest hair I've ever seen and pale skin like mine, His muscular and a lot taller than me. I'm just noticing that his eyes a pure black, when he starts to talk, "sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going!" he paused and looked at my with a frown, "hey, are you all right?"

I realised that I was staring at him, "oh! Yeah, I'm fine. Umm, it's okay, I wasn't looking where I was going either."

He looked down at me smiling, there was something familiar about him, I brushed that thought off as I was certain I'd never seen him before. He laughed softly, he seemed to mutter something under his breath, but I wasn't sure. Suddenly I was thinking of Simon, I looked down at the time, it was 2 minutes to 9, "oh! I'm sorry but I've gotta run, I'm gonna be late!"

I was just about to leave when he stopped me by stepping to the side, blocking my way. I frowned, and opened my mouth to say something, but he beat me to it, "hey, before you go, I was just wondering if you wanted to go out with me sometime."

I blinked in confusion, I was surprised by is directness, and how we had said three sentences between us and he was already asking me out. I was also surprised because he was good looking and I normally didn't get a lot of attention from guys, especially hot ones. He seemed to say this like it was a fact, even though is words were asking me, he clearly wasn't, he was telling me that we were going on a date. I didn't know what to say, but I guessed it wouldn't hurt. "Ahhh, okay?"

"Cool, give me your number and I'll text you."

I quickly scribbled my number down, passed it to him before starting to leave. "I've really gotta go, I'm late for something."

I started hurrying off again, I bet he wouldn't text me; it was probably a dare for him to ask out some random girl, but never actually go through with it. I looked over my shoulder and he had disappeared, I frowned, no one could have left that quickly. I shook my head and went off. I was almost there. I started feeling odd, I couldn't figure out what was making me feel this way. I finally arrived at java jones, I was just stepping through the door when I realised what was making me feel this way, I was feeling like I was being watched. I snapped around, but I couldn't see anyone, I slowly turned back around and continued to walk into the coffee shop, still feeling uneasy. I could swear I could see something in the corner of my eye, I turned around again, I saw something, but it faded almost as soon as I turned around, it looked like the guy from earlier. I shook my head, shut the door and turned around with one last peak over my shoulder, nothing.

I saw Simon sitting at our usual place with two coffee's sitting in front of him. He looked when he heard me and smiled when he saw me, "hey, I was beginning to think you stood me up!"

I laughed, forgetting about my unease, and grabbed my coffee as I sat down next to him. He smiled at me, and I forgot about the guy who I ran into before. I was about to say something when my phone beeped. I frowned, grabbed my phone and turned it on; there was a message from an unknown number.

-"hey, go to the café on Stuart St, it's about 5 minutes from where we met, at 11.30 am tomorrow."

I remembered the guy I just met, I was surprised, I didn't think he was going to text me, and if he did, not that quickly. This guy was a bit weird, and with all the unease I was feeling, that I am feeling, and I could have sworn he was following me, I don't really want to, but I couldn't say no because I had just said yes 5 minutes ago, so I texted back yes before turning my phone off.

"Who was that?"

I looked up, it was just Simon. I flashed a smile and said, "Just someone I met recently wanting to meet up for lunch tomorrow."

His face seemed to drop, and as I reached for my drink he whispered, "Oh."

I frowned, he seemed sad. I was about to say something when he got up, "ahhh, I'm just um, gonna get a refill." He said as he rushed off to the counter.

It was as I've he knew I was going to say something about his attitude and he didn't want to talk about it, it was probably why; he can read me like a book. Why would he keep something from me, he normally tells me if something is wrong.

When he got back, I was going to say something again, but he began talking about other things. It was clear he didn't want to talk about it, I decided to keep my mouth shut just for now and I joined in our conversation.