More days past and not a single visit from Jace or Jonathon, or who ever they even were. Clary's mind was always on one of them, and if it wasn't on them then it was on Simon. With his dorky laugh and quirky comments she felt more relaxed with him than she had felt in weeks. Jocelyn, kept a brave face on and acted as if everything was okay, but Clary knew different. She could feel her mother's eyes watching her all of the time, her forehead creasing with frown lines as she bit her lip until it bled.
Each night, Clary woke up screaming, tormented by dreams of evil creatures surrounding her as she sat on a cold floor, screaming as high as she could, "the cup, the cup, the cup!". Then, in the dream, someone would suddenly appear out of no where, and save her. The figure was male, but his face was always clouded by a hood of leather. Even once Clary awoke, her dream scratched at her mind, shouted at her again and again, those two words, always repeated. It was almost driving her insane, as she sat in a coffee shop, silently sipping a hot chocolate, whilst inside she was screaming.
"Well, after saving your ass so many times, I think I at least deserve a thank you."
Clary's head snapped up and she glared at the boy in front of her. Jonathon. Bags had crept up under his eye lids, and his beautiful hair was messy and un-brushed. And yet he still looked like a piece of heaven. Clary's body had entirely frozen in place, except her hands, which were in fists on her side, her knuckles tight. She opened her mouth to speak, but only a smart squeak came out, and she mentally kicked herself as she felt her cheeks redden with embarrassment. Jonathon, in return, smirked at her.
"Well? Normal people say thank you Jonathon for bravely stepping in and saving my ass, you're my night in shinning armour. But you're hardly normal are you..." His last words wandered off, as he stared at her.
"Th-thank you." Clary muttered under her breath, before regaining her confidence and trying again, perhaps a little too loudly this time, "Thank you, Jonathon, for save my ass, again. Now, leave me the fuck alone, okay?"
Jonathon laughed at her now, humour lit up in his eyes.
"Ouch."
"Well if we are done here then.." this time her words wandered off and stood up to leave. Clary had only taken two steps before she felt a firm grip on her arm stopping her.
"Clary," his voice was serious now, all joking disappeared from his face, "we need to talk. This boy you know as Jace, don't trust him Clary! His real name isn't even Jace, he has so many different names. I know him as Sebastian."
His words dug into Clary like a sharp knife, piercing her flesh and making her to bleed. Every thing about Jonathon was crazy, 'You can't trust him!' She shouted at herself. Avoiding his eyes, she drew hers to his bare neck, where a tattoo spread across it. 'Must be new, it wasn't there before.'
"Leave me alone." Clary snapped at Jonathon, thrust her arm out of his grip and then strode out of the coffee shop.