Erased || Jace Herondale

chapter 2|| 45 ways

"no Simon,if you did that then i'm the one who is going to have to lie to Elaine and i can't do that" i told Simon who sat opposite to me on the cafe bench.

"you won't have to lie, you will be coming with me.. i need your violent right hook" Simon took a sip of coffee in the star wars travel mug Clary and i brought him for his birthday. it was a good memory for me as well as him. When the Lewis family took me in on the first night i was there Simon showed me Star Wars and explained it very thoroughly.

"ok good because i am not just sitting around while you kill Clary's  professors" Simon put his skinny bony hand up which i knew meant that he wanted to stop me from talking.

"we are not killing anyone, just hurting them" 

"well where is the fun in that, i know 45 ways to kill someone with rope"

Simon's eyes widened in curiosity.

"don't ask because i couldn't tell you" i tapped the side of my head "you know, amnesia".

he was going to say something but then his eyes traveled over my head. i turned to the direction of where he was looking to see a small red haired girl stomping towards us, her face painted with a bitter color.

"ok  give me the professors names and Em and i will end them" Simon said "Emily is really good with rope" 

i nodded "he isn't wrong, im also good with a spoon". Clary's face softened as i saw the slight curve of a smile.

"really a spoon" Simon questioned.

"yep 29 ways to kill someone with a spoon"

"i don't want to know" Clary said dropping a piece of paper in front of me. there was a large stamp that read approved. i passed the paper to Simon and hugged Clary.

"thank god, i knew you would get in" i muttered to her through her hair of fire.

"the sad face, good one" Simon said passing the paper back to Clary.

"the funny thing is that it was the designs for our graphic novel that drew them in" she said playing with the pasty baguette in front of her.

"really because those drawings scare the hell out of me" Simon said.

i looked at the drawings that Clary was talking about. there were three dragon looking demons. the wings exploded from the back of the demon, skin peeled off its body to reveal veins popping from the body.

"i think there is a type of beauty in them" i couldn't stop myself from saying.

"thats because your the scary emo chick" Simon threw his crumbs from one of his baguettes at me.

"i am not an emo" i scowled at him.

"you are probably some kind of cop or maybe a demon hunter in your past"  Simon was always trying to find a supernatural way to explain my life.

"i bet you twenty dollars that she was in some kind of cult or she was a slave" Clary was the one who saw the more logical reasoning but she was still into the fantasy in life like Simon, "how else would you explain those marks on her skin, they are probably brands or something" she pointed at my tattoos.

"oh you want to bet Fray" 

"your on Lewis" it wasn't unusual for Clary and Simon to make bets. i brought my hand to my chest where the mark that the blonde guy drew on me in my dream. deep in subconscious i felt a sting of happiness pierce me. 

"where did my baguette go" i looked at where Clary left her pastry but it wasn't there.

"you probably ate it" Simon said studying Clary's plate like i did. 

Clary definitely didn't eat it, i would've seen her.  i thought. i watched Clary's eye scour the table. her glaze stopped and hardened. i followed her sight to her sketchbook to see a pencil sketch of a baguette on it. she looked up me our eyes both filled with mystery. i was going to ask her something but someone came from behind me and pulled me around to face a handsome buffed up brown haired jade eyed man.

"hey babe pick me up at 11 pm tonight" he said pressing my body against his hard bumpy chest. Sadness burst through me, he was my boyfriend that i didn't want but too scared to get rid off

"Max i can't, its Clary's birthday and plus we have a concert to go to and after that we are goi-" i started

"babe why cant you do anything for me, i never ask anything from and plus who would you rather be with, your hot boyfriend or your boring friends" he said in a deep angry voice. sadness turned to anger, he asked me for everything and i always did it. the anger in me was fire in my throat.   

"hey Max, her boring friends are here" Clary scowled.

"oh sorry i couldn't see you, your too small" he hissed at her and looked back at me.

"hey don't talk to Clary like that" i said to him "and Clary and Simon aren't boring, they are fun but you would know that if you hung out with us like the way i hang out with your friends"

he pushed my body away from him that i almost fell off. "god Emily why can't you just do what i ask for once" he barked before stomping out the cafe.

"why are you with him, he treats you like crap" Simon said.

"you deserve better" Clary finished his sentence.

"he can be sweet sometimes" i stood up for him

"Max is a dick and i hate him" Simon was a child having a tantrum as he stomped his foot against the chair.

"look i know he is bad for me but  he is all i have" i get off the chair and collect my stuff "i have to go" Simon and Clary said their goodbyes as i left the building. i stopped outside to think for a second. i deserve better i thought well i'm an 18 year old girl with amnesia i can't really get better.

Jace

promise me the young Shadowhunters voice rang in my head as i traced my finger  over the seraph blade. i never got to say goodbye and even worse i broke her promise, ever since the night of the wedding i haven't been myself - not that myself was any better- but now i was broken. i had lost my mother, my father and the love of my life, i felt as if the world didn't want me to  be happy. I sat in front of the mirror looking at myself, my golden eyes faded and blonde hair whisped into a pale color.

"too attractive for your own good" a male voice startled me. i looked over my shoulder at Alec. he had short black hair and pale blue eyes. 

"you jealous" i replied. I looked down at the chain that hung around my neck. a sliver ring hung at the end of it. i looked at my nervous fingers and the smile on his face faded.

"i miss her too Jace" he said thinking cautiously about what he was going to say "but you have to let her go at some stage"

"i don't know what you mean, I've moved on. have you not seen all the girls i have been with" i smirked cockily at him. he twisted his face.

"that doesn't count, they are rebounds" he said.

"i count them" i mumbled. he did the natural Alec Lightwood eye roll that he did so bitterly.

"whatever" and suddenly he was back to being bitter "get ready for the mission, we leave in an hour" he stormed out the way he usually did.

i picked up my seraph blade again and looked at the glow.

i picked up one of my many empty beer bottles.

"well i'm not going sober" i sighed