"Why is it that everytime time I see Clarissa you're always trailing after her like a sad little mutt?"
"I'm sorry, who are you?" I readjust my glasses and drink in the guy who looks a bit too much like prison king, Valentine, for my taste. I wonder if they're related.
"No one of your concern. And really." He pauses to sum me up and snarls, he actually snarls. "There are plenty of other, what do you kids call them these days? Fish?" he laughs either at me or his snide comment, I can't really tell which. "There are plenty of other fish in the sea, why don't you go play with one. and not Clary." The way he says "Clary" is like the word is strychnine and he's spitting it out.
"Again, who are you?" I don't get a response, and I want to pull out my hair. This guy almost takes the cake for crazy at this place. I'm almost too curious what he did to get in here. Did I not get the memo about the guys at The Institute? Or does Clary just attract the crazy type? Oh, hell. Wait a minute. What does that say about me. Wait, wait, hold on. I'm supposed to be denying my attraction to the cute ginger girl with a temper.
"Is it true that you're here for robbing a library?"
"It was a bookstore." I mutter, feeling lame and nerdy. "There's a difference."
"Right, yes, of course. How stupid of me to confuse the two. You know," The pale haired guy smiles in a way that makes my stomach flip, sending the few bites of that vegetarian lasagna up my esophagus. "You could have bypassed the whole robbery thing if you'd just gone to the library." He smile spreads to his eyes that are as dark and dim as these halls. He might also be the scariest guy here. "You know they let poor people take books for free?"
I didn't even realize I'd struck until my hand was being crushed in the hand of Valentine's younger doppelganger. His strength is surprising, since he's not much bigger than me. Of course, I don't workout, I'm not even sure if benchpress is one word or two, let alone what it means exactly. So, my surprise fades as my knuckles pop from the pressure of his grip.
"Stay away from Clarissa, leech," he spits into my face then lets go of my hand, leaving a dumb tingling sensation in his wake as he walks away. I stare after him, dumbfounded and annoyed.
"What a jerk." I wipe the spit off my cheek and shake my head. I can't believe I've only been here a day and already I'm buried up to my ears in crazy.
"He's not normally so extroverted." Says Kyle's familiar voice coming up beside me. "Something's drawn him out of his coffin." I chuckle, thinking about the light haired guys unreasonably sharp teeth and pale complexion. Turning to Kyle I see him standing in a plain crew neck T and black jeans. He's the type of guy I'd hang with at home. Not because of his clothes, but because he's so relaxed and nice.
"Who was that anyway?" I ask, readjusting my glasses.
"Jon. Best not to get on his bad side, he's Valentine's nephew." I knew it.
"I can see the family resemblance." I shove my hands in my pockets and continue walking down the dark hall.
"Need a guide to the dorm?"
"More like a bodyguard." I admit and Kyle laughs.
"Don't worry, with me by your side, no one will mess with you." Kyle falls into to step with me and a comfortable silence settles over us. I feel so much more at peace knowing I'll have a friend in this dump.
Hi! I would like to announce that Magnus and Alec are going to make their debut appearance really soon. You should be meeting them in the next Simon Chapter (Possibly sooner. Still editing)! Yeah, I'm pretty excited for you to meet them.
À bientôt!
