Pen-Pal's.

Chapter 3

Isabelle wasn't as impressed as Clary imagined her being. She was quite the opposite actually.
"He's probably a catfish." She stated simply,skimming over some of the conversation him and Clary had the night before.
Clary bit her lip as she looked over Isabelle's shoulder.
"He seems pretty genuine,Iz...I'm pretty sure he is anyway." Clary mumbled the last bit as she toed the carpet, trying to avoid Isabelle's hard,calculating stare.
Isabelle's gaze softened and she leaned back sighing. "I mean-it's just for homework-if he does show any signs of being a catfish you can just end the conversation,pick out some key moments in the chat and show them to Ms.BitchFace."
Clary suppressed a smile at that,her mood brightening as Isabelle went off on a rant about how the teacher actually expected Isabelle to do her homework,though that didn't mean she was paying much attention to it.
Instead-she was thinking about Jonathon and how the possible chance of him being a catfish made her uneasy.
She didn't exactly know why,of course, she'd only had the couple of conversations with him and though she had liked talking to him,that didn't make him any less suspicious.
Suspicious.
Why was he suspicious?

{Jonathan}
Jonathan couldn't get Fray out of his mind, it was the first time in a while he'd actually had a real conversation with someone about...well anything other than business.
And he liked it.

No-he loved it.
He could've stayed talking with her for hours,the conversation had just flowed easily, that was until they called it quits when it got really late.
A knock on his door sounded before his agent came in.His chubby red face was slick with sweat and his eyes darted around the room for a second before landing on him.
" Jace you're on in 5! Make sure you're packed and ready for the airport later,we're not making another scene like the last time,got it?"
Jace sighed as he slid his phone into his back pocket.He merely nodded and waved away his agent with a lazy hand before sitting down in front of his dressing rooms mirror.

Someone like Jace Herondale.

Jace tried block out his thoughts as he fixed his tousled hair.

Not a fan?

No. Definitely not.

He stopped,straightened and just stood there staring at his reflection.

Definitely not.

That hurt. He wasn't about to lie. It had taken him a moment to come up with a reply that suited that statement.
He was taken aback,he had to admit,it wasn't everyday some girl told him she didn't like him. In fact,that rarely happened at all.He knew Fray didn't know that she was in fact talking to the man himself,though he couldn't shake away the knot in his stomach that had somehow formed overnight.
He sighed and turned away from the mirror,striding towards the door quickly.

Though she isn't every other girl.

His hand stopped just a breath every from the door handle.

"To love is to destroy," his fathers voice rang in his head.

"And to be loved is to be destroyed." Jace finished,grabbing the door handle and swinging open the door,slamming it shut as he went to do the interview.
This isn't going to go well.