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"Alright Jonathan. I'm going on a limb with the whole being your new friend thing since you're a complete stranger. You could be an axe swinging murderer for all I know," Clary said to Jonathan, who was walking beside her.
He walked leisurely, someone who wasn't in a rush to go anywhere but he had rather long legs and Clary still had to strain to keep up with him.
"Well Clarissa-"
"Clary," she cut him off. "Clarissa is just so, formal."
"But as you pointed out however, we are practically strangers. Formality tends to tie together with strangers," he said to her.
Clary was so distracted by the silkiness of his voice, she didn't reply to his statement immediately.
Before she could though, he said, "And I quite like your full name. Clarissa. It has a nice sound to it. It's so –sophisticated."
She turned her head to look at him. "Sophisticated? Oh, and nice dodge from answering my axe swinging murderer theory."
"What's wrong with sophisticated? And I was going to say that I doubted axe swinging murderers study engineering at NYU, but I was interrupted," he said, turning his head to grin at her.
In the few short minutes of talking with him, Clary had decided that she rather liked Jonathan. He was charming, witty and it didn't hurt that he wasn't too bad on the eyes either.
"Alright, so we're not strangers. So what do I call you? John?" she asked him.
His face scrunched up and she laughed. "It's Jonathan. I don't really respond to anything else. Especially not John."
"What's wrong with John?" she said.
"Well for one, I look nothing like a John," he said.
"But you look like a Jonathan."
He grinned. "Precisely. I think you'll fit along great with my friends."
"Well that's good to hear," she told him. They were heading towards the cafeteria where Jonathan had said his friends were and Clary felt like there were snake writhing in her stomach.
Oh god, what if they hate me? She thought.
"So, tell me a bit about them. Your friends."
"Well, Isabelle just started here like you. She's taking fashion designing. She's actually quite good. And Alec is-"
"Wait, is it Alec or Alex?"
"It's Alec. His full name is Alexander but for as long as I can remember, everyone's always called him Alec. He's a year older than me. Just barely. Like me, he's engineering major, but he's in electrical engineering."
"How many types of engineering are there?"
"Well, there's four but they all sort of branch out. For instance, electrical engineering focuses on electrical circuits, generators, motors, electromagnetic or electromechanical devices and basically all sorts of electronic devices. Alec's power lies with the computer systems," he said, shooting her a sideways glance. "I hope I'm not boring you."
"No, no. This actually really interesting. So, what type of engineer are you?"
"Me? I'm in mechanical engineering. It's power and energy systems like, aerospace and aircraft products, weapon systems, transportation products, engines, compressors and powertrains. All heavy stuff."
"Let me guess, your forte is in, hmmm, transportation?"
He smiled and shook his head, no.
"Uhm, airplanes?"
"Aerospace and aircraft. And no, that is definitely not my strong suit. Okay, so last guess."
"Wait, why is there a limit to my guesses?"
"Of course there's a limit. There's almost always a limit. So, last guess?"
"Okay, okay. Uhm, powertrains?"
"Powertrains? Your last guess, and you guess powertrains?"
"Fine. I forfeit. What is it?"
He grinned. "Weapon systems."
"Weapon systems? Well, I don't think I'd have guessed that."
"See, that's why there's a guess limit. We'd have been here all day otherwise."
She shoved him playfully, her shoulder hitting his upper arm.
"Yeah, my friend and I take the same course. Weapons as well. He's Alec and Isabelle's brother."
"Siblings. I've always wanted a sibling."
Yeah, but Jace is adopted though. There they are," Jonathan said, indicating the three figures standing outside the cafeteria.
Clary's eyes widened at the sight of Jace, his gold hair shining in the sunlight.
"Well, well," he said when he saw her, "Nice to bump into you again Clary."
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