"Jace, what are you doing here?" Clary demanded.
"Oh I think you know Clary dearest. I want you to tell me who he and where heis. While we're talking about this actually, tell me how you feel about him?" Jace was mocking her now. There was no humour in his eyes though, just hatred.
"I have no idea what you're talking about." She replied, in the same flat tone he had used. Unexpectedly and swiftly, Jace slammed him body into hers, throwing her into a wall. He pressed himself against her roughly, and pain shot through her whole body. His sweaty hand crushed her face as her violently turned it to the side so that he could just whisper into her ear. "Tell me. Or I will kill you and your precious Jocelyn!"
With the mention of any harm on her mother, Clary snapped out of her daze and back to reality. Sliding her hand across the desktop of the kitchen cooker, her hand pressed against something cool against her hot fingers. A knife. As hard as could force herself to di, Clary stabbed the knife into Jace's left thigh. He swore loudly and let out a loud and rough shout, his eyes furious. As fast as she could make her legs go, she pushed him off her and ran, out of the door and towards Simon's house.
Clary soon discovered just how dorky Simon Lewis was. He stayed up late playing his Xbox, like any other guy. But there was also something unique about him. His hair was dark against his pale skin, like ebony next to ivory. His glasses gave the impression that he was smart, and he lived up to it too. He was always coming out with random quotes from books he had studied and from gory films he had watched. Something about him drew Clary towards him, but not in the way Jonathon had. There was no skipped heart beat when they met eye contact, or no butterflies in her stomach when they spoke. He wasn't always in her mind, never leaving, not like Jonathon was. 'What's happening to me?!' Clary asked herself.
From the moment they had met though, Clary knew there was something strange about him. For a start, Simon actually seemed to like her. Clary had kept to herself her whole life, only opening up to Jace. People thought she was weird for that, and ignored her. But not Simon, he was arrogant, smart, good looking, and just friendly. They had only met two nights ago, but he was suddenly the closest thing to a best friend she had ever had. Even better than Jace, who had known her since she was learning to walk.
"Claaaaaaaary?" Simon's voice exaggerated her name. His voice wasn't a 'smooth' voice, but it was kind and friendly towards her.
"Huh?" She asked him, confusion all over her face.
"I said," He rolled his eyes at her, but he was just teasing her. "Did he take your mum then? I mean, I know your she's home and everything, so what was he talking about?"
Clary shrugged her shoulders at him. "I dunno. I asked if she was okay, blah blah blah, where had she been, that sort of thing. And she completely close off! She told me to stop bugging her then just left! I don't understand it though. Why would Jace say all that? Do you think he was bluffing?" Clary was biting her nails now, not caring that Jocelyn had warned her not to so many times.
"Hmmm," Simon's face was suddenly lost in thought, seriously thinking it over. Finally his face lit up and he spoke again. "I know! He was and he wasn't bluffing at the same time! In a way yes because she came home didn't she?. Yet on the other hand, you say she's been on edge recently and acting really strange."
"Yeah she has." Clary suddenly let out a loud groan of frustration. "Urghhh, why is life so shit right now?!"
"Language!" Simon laughed at her. She naturally felt to at peace around him. Not long after they had she found herself telling him everything. Although he thought she was crazy to start with, he understood eventually. He gave her advice on everything, and Clary felt like she could really trust him. But then again, Clary never was good a judging...