just somethings i feel i need to say firstly
1) I have never seen the Shadowhunters show. I watched the first couple episodes, got bored and stopped caring.
2) I am a hard Clace hater. I have no intention of writing any ship for Clary. I'm considering Sizzy, but I'm not sure.
3) This will follow the book at first, slowing diverging further overtime.
~thank you
At Java Jones Eric was already busy destroying the ears and minds of those who picked the wrong day to come. His hair was dyed hot pink. Matt was playing the drums behind him, not that it was on beat or coherent.
Clary sighed heavily and predicted, "This is gonna suck so hard." She jokingly grabbed Simon's sleeve and pulled him towards the door. "Come on. If we leave now he won't know we were ever here."
"No", Simon shook his head, "I am nothing if not a man of his word." He said with confidence. He turned his concerned eyes away from Eric and at Clary. "Find a seat and I'll get some coffee. What do you want?"
"Black-like my soul." Clary gave an evil grin.
"Yes, My Edge Queen." Simon said as he headed off towards the coffee bar muttering about emos. Clary went off to find any available seats.
Most of the Coffee house was covered with bored Teenagers. There was a faint weed smell covering the area. Although the coffee just managed to make it tolerable. After a quick search, Clary found a small couch in the very back. Only a couple of people were back there. A tall white haired kid was slumped in a chair. He looked depressed and his coffee had not been touched much. A golden blonde girl in an ugly orange tank top was sucked into here phone. A perfect spot Clary thought, Eric cannot ask about poetry criticism back here.
"Mother, I am sorry, but I have taken many souls…" Eric screamed from the stage. Clary wondered how one could relate 'going through girlfriends like candy' and 'taking souls'. As far as Clary knew, most girls were relieved when Eric left them alone.
The blonde girl leaned over the side of her chair and tapped Clary on the shoulder. "Excuse me." Clary looked up in surprise. "Sorry to bother you but, is that your boyfriend?" the girl asked.
"No," Clary said as she followed the blonde's point. She was talking about Simon. He was coming to them with Styrofoam cups. "Yeah, no. That's just my friend Simon."
She smiled. "He's Cute. Does he have a girlfriend?" The girl asked a bit too quickly for Clary's taste.
"Nah. Give him your number. I'm sure he'll appreciate it." Clary said. She was happy Simon was getting some attention. She often felt like he needed some girl notice.
"Thanks." She giggled. "Oh and hey do you do know this guy?" She gestured towards the white blond kid.
"Sorry I don't."
"He came in reciting bible verses and it freaked me out. Guess I'm real glad you came over here." Then she went back into her phone games.
Simon reappeared then. Sitting down the coffee then flung himself in the couch. "OW, I shouldn't have done that." He rubbed his neck. "I hate how hot those cups are, but that heat feels good on my neck."
Clary grinned. Thankfully, she could still smiled after fights with her mom. Thoughtfully Clary looked at Simon. Normally she did not think about whether or not Simon was attractive or not. He had pretty eyes and he definitely was not ugly. Although he needed at better haircut, maybe some hair gel and he could fake it.
With a sip of coffee he asked, "What did that girl want? The one in orange."
I should tell him, she thought. Although deep down Clary didn't want to share the time she did have with her best friend. The 'band' kept taking up more and more of his time and Clary couldn't help but feel the tingles of jealousy. Don't' be so selfish, he deserves this. Clary opened her mouth to tell him, but Eric hit the microphone.
"Sorry! Sorry about that dudes! I got one more poem for you; this one is called 'battle of the loins'." He screwed up his face as if he was going to sing this one, but thankfully, he didn't. Instead choosing to wail like dying whale. "Come hither my juggernaut, my nefarious loins! Slather every protuberance with arid zeal."
"Why?" Simon whisper screamed. "I don't know him."
Clary giggled in return. "'Loins' really add effect to the poem."
Simon glared at Clary. "He uses it in every poem."
"What kind of plebian uses the word 'protuberance'? I thought this was Eric's epic poem?" Clary joked.
Simon took a deep sigh. "Clary-"
"Turgid is my torment! Agony swells within!"
Clary considered videoing the performance before it was too late. "Anyway that girl-"
"I don't care anymore." He cut off Clary. "There's something I wanted to talk to you about."
"Simon, I think you would care if you wouldn't cut people off." She retorted.
"I don't care about some girl at the coffee shop. It's about what we were talking about before, about me not having a girlfriend." Clary nodded and crossed her arms.
"What?"
"The blonde girl likes you. I told her to give you her number." Clary said.
Simon ran his fingers through his hair. "Look, I'm not interested in her, okay?
"What? You complain and complain about being the 'Last guy without a girlfriend'. Someone is interested. She's right there." Clary made a not so subtle gesture towards her.
"I like someone else." Simon muttered. He turned a bit green.
"That's fine Simon. Make a move, or wait, or explore some other options." Clary understood his angst, but really wished he would get over himself. A small laugh came from behind the couch.
The guy in front of her stood up straight. Clary turned around.
Sitting a few feet behind, on an almost garbage couch, sat Jace. He wore the same black leather athletic gear he wore the night. He was twiddling a large bone knife in his hand. Twisting it and gently pushing it into his jeans. Jace was looking right at them. Smiling. Laughing.
"Clary-" Simon started then looked at me. "What is it?" Jace stood up. Tiled his head with that same smile and then started to leave. Clary stood up immediately. "Clary?" She rushed to the door. Simon sighed. "Here we go again."
Clary wasn't sure what to say to Jace once outside. Jace started "Your friend is quite funny."
"Leave Simon alone. What do you even want from me?" Clary glared at Jace. Hoping he would take a hint.
He didn't. "Well I was referring to the one on stage but Simon was funny too."
"Why are you stalking me?" Clary said with more power. Gaining confidence with her anger.
"Meow." He fake clawed at me.
"Kay-Kay. Stay away from me and my friends." Clary turned to leave. Although she was slow just in case Jace decided to answer her.
"Little girl! Come back here! I need you."
"Why?"
Reaching out with his left hand. "Can I see your hand?"
"For what?" Clary crossed her arms.
He rolled his eyes and sighed. "Hodge must be insane. You're the Queen of the Mundanes." Jace snatched Clary's right hand. Looking it over. "Hmm. You're not left handed, are you?"
Clary jerked her hand back. "No."
"Look little girl." Before Clary could protest, He shoved his left hand in her face.
"And?"
"Patience darling. It'll come to you." Clary rolled her eyes. Jace glared at her with bored golden eyes. "It should appear as an eye. It is a voyance rune. All Shadowhunter children it get." Like a sign lighting up, a black eye appeared on his hand. Clary took a sharp breath. "See! Clearly you don't have one but still"
A kid bumped into Clary. A hot coffee soaked into her shirt. A slight burn creeped over her chest. Clary took a deep breath. "I'm so sorry." Clary looked up and the white-blond from inside. Looking into his black eyes Clary could see he was terribly concerned. "I'm sorry." He lightly picked at her shirt to see his damage.
"Look its fine. It really is." Clary gently pushed him away from her.
"No. I feel bad-"
"She said she's fine." Jace all but yelled. The other man looked up at him. Jace paled. The man titled his head at him in response.
"Jace! Just go away!" Clary screamed. A cold feeling spread down Clary's back. She quickly recognized a hand against her back. Clary turned her head back to the black-eyed boy. Who seemed shocked at Clary's outburst. He moved his hand back to himself.
"I'm sorry about that." Clary began walking away with him. "Anyway, I'm Clary." She said as she reached out to shake hands with a small smile.
"Jonathon" he paused and looked back "And just so you know Your friend is following us." Looking back Clary didn't see anything.
She sighed. "I'm not surprised." Clary's phone began to ring it was her mom. "Hey I loved love to hang out sometime, but I have to take this." Jonathon smiled sadly.
"Clary!" Jocelyn's heavy voice came though. "I need you to go to Luke's. Or Simon's. Just don't come home." A heavy pound hit what sounded like the door.
"Mom what's going on?" Clary's heart began racing. The cooling coffee suddenly felt hot again. "Mom?!" Clary screamed.
"Go to Luke's House. Tell him he's found me-!" Jocelyn screamed, as the door was hot again.
"Mom! Mom! Who has found you? Did you call the police? Is Dorothea there?" A sharp slithering noise came after another pound.
"I love you Clary." The found went silent.
"Mom!" Clary dialed the number again.
The number you are attempting to reach has been disconnected
Despite shaking, Clary began to run home. She tried to dial Luke during her sprint, but it rang four times only to get to voicemail.