Disclaimer: I do not own the mortal instruments series or the people in them. The only thing I own is the plot of this story and they characters that I create.

" He just thinks he's better then everybody else. Even though he's not." Simon Lewis Complained. His statement was targeted to his best friends who weren't listening.

"were you saying something?" Isabelle Lightwood asked while stifling a yawn. She turned her head to look at her other best friend who was asleep on the table.

" I was saying that my cousin was coming in tomorrow." Simon said while bending his head down towards the sleeping girls form. "You know you could atleast pretend that you were listening..You didn't have to fall asleep on the table."

"Too much effort.. Not listening and sleeping is way way easier." Clary Fray stretched her arms and leaned back into the chair she was sitting in.

He glared and Izzy Said,

"OHH! You mean Kelvin the really hot one?" Simon shook his head.

"No I mean Josh." He said with a mouth full of distaste.

Izzy jumped back a little and said "Oh the one who hates you and tried to push you off a cliff last summer."

"Yeah, The one who also likes Clary." This snapped the red haired girl back into the conversation.

"Say what now?" She asked. Simon turned to her..

"Josh..He likes you.. Crazy about you actually. He lowered his voice. "He has a picture of you in his refrigerator."

She shuddered from the cold chill that went up her spin. "Why in the refrigerator?"

Izzy laughed. "It's probably where he keeps all his victims at."

Clary looked scared.

"Victims? He's a murderer?" She whispered her eyes large with fear.

Simon laughed.

"Well His shrink say's he's not..He says he's not..so I guess not..But he sure does have the look down."

"When did you say he was coming again?" Clary asked with curiosity written all over her face.

"Sometime today. Why?" Simon looked at her.

"Shoot. I was hoping that I would be on my way to France. I leave there for an art school all summer."

Clary's P.O.V

"All summer?" Simons said in a voice barely above a whisper.

"Yeah remember I told you this like last week. I got accepted to go to France for an art program. I might be good enough to get a scholarship to go there for the Art's Academy. It's like their sister school or something."

"Oh..yeah I must of forgotten." Simon said while looking down at the ground. Clary was going to ask what was wrong but didn't have the time.

They all of a sudden heard whispers and the crowd started parting like the red sea as a dark shadow came towards them. Whatever Izzy said about was true. He was scary..In a gorgeous way. He was so beautiful it was absolutely terrifying. If you've never meet one of these people you are lucky. Your probably wondering how someone gorgeous could be scary...heck I would have been wondering to if I wasn't looking at it right now. He was so...perfect. He had no flaw. His hair laid perfectly on his delicate head, his teeth were so white good old St. Nick's beard couldn't have compared. And they were straight. A dentist's dream. His eyes were the color of the ocean, but seemed evil in a way. He smiled at me and I got chills. Normally I would say that's because he's so cute...but this was chills of fright. He looked at me and said quietly,

"Hello Clary."

I stepped closer to Simon and whispered. "Hi Josh"