Erased || Jace Herondale

Chapter 3|| You're alive

Emily

"Clary that looks amazing" i said in amazement looking at the yellow van, an image of an angry panda banging his paws down on a drum, the tag 'Rock Solid Panda' underneath it. there was also another tag on it, a familiar tag sat above it.

it a kite shape with two wing like marks connecting to the top of it. how did i know that mark.

Simon pointed it "whats that tag". Clary's face was dripped with confusion as she handed the spray can to another dark skinned girl.

"i don't know, i didn't even mean to draw it" Clary said blankly. the dark skinned girl went behind Clary and muttered "you know they confirmed cases of people waking up speaking French, and they never even studied the language"

i looked at her and smiled "your going to freak the poor girl out Maureen" she turned to me shrugged and walked to where Simon was sitting. i strolled up to Clary and threw my arms around her shoulders.

"don't worry Clary" i suddenly realized where i saw that mark from. i pulled away my black singlet strap from my shoulder to see the mark on my chest, i didn't say anything i didn't want to freak Clary out. i tugged my strap away from my fingers and picked up the spray paints and went behind the van.

"hey can you watch where your going" i heard Clary exclaim from the distance. i stuck my head around to see the same hot blonde guy from my dream. I shrieked quietly and threw my head back against the van.

"you have the sight" i heard him say to Clary.

"the what"

"how have i never seen you before" his voice struck with confusion.

"has that line ever worked before" Clary got him, i wanted to high five her but i couldn't move my body from the van.

someone yelled out Jace's name. i peeped around to see Clary standing by herself.

"can you believe that blonde guy" she said watching him run into the club.

i tried to gain my breath, my body felt paralyzed. when i got myself back i paced to Clary and got hold of her shoulders.

"What did he want from you Clary" i asked quickly. she had confusion and worry on her face.

"he just accused me of having something called 'the sight' "she air quoted the sight. Simon stepped out from where he was.

"what guy, there was nobody there" he exclaimed. he looked at us like a doctor would look at a mental patient.

"didn't you see the hot blonde guy" Clary said to him. jealousy flowed through me. did she just call him hot? i thought. why did i care so much, the dream was fake. it had to have been.

"Jace" i mumbled to myself but they must've heard.

"whose Jace" Simon puzzled. i should've answered back but my eyes were darted towards the direction Jace ran off in. i started walking towards the entrance of the club. Clary caught my wrist.

"where are you going" she questioned.

"to get answers" i told her. she unzipped her green jacket to reveal a black striped top. half the stripes were see through the other half were block colored.