Hello, mis amigos! Tim for another chapter.

Sorry this took a bit longer than usual, I was lacking inspiration for a few days, not to mention my scedule was uber tight between colorguard, a portfolio to get into Honors English next year, and some other shiz.

Also, I'd like to point out a few things about this story.

One- Magnus and Alec will be a couple in this eventually.

Two- It ain't gonna be all fluffy kittens, people. There is going to be some more mature things in this, but I'll give you a heads up if a chapter contains self harm, abuse, ect. But I will probably never tell you when I spring character death on you. Just saying.

Three- There will be practically no "lemons" in this. For one, I'm not comfortable writing it, and I also just don't want to write it. Okay? Okay!

Four- I no own the Mortal Instruments, it's characters, ect. Page 511 wouldn't have happened if I did!

So, enjoy!

Chapter Two (Alec's POV):

The bell rang soon after that, which saved me the instance of having to look like an idiot. Magnus grinned at me, and said, "See you later, blue eyes. Still got my number?"

"Um, yeah," I said lamely.

Magnus, whom was now standing- we bother were- made that universal Call Me gesture and mouthed, "Better here from you soon, sweetie."

To say I died would have been an understatement. It didn't mean anything, though, of course. He just wanted to work on our project…. Right? His suggestive comments (he had made a lot of them in the short time between the name instance and the bell ringing, trust me) and winks told me otherwise. That was ridiculous, though. Why on Earth would he like me? The looks from most of the girls in the classroom (except maybe those Remmy and Melody girls; I wasn't really paying attention to them) said that he could have any one of them he wanted. But something told me they weren't expecting that to happen any time soon.

I guess that made me a little hopeful…. Not that I'd ever admit that to anyone.

Next, I had chemistry. Probably my least favorite class, honestly. Most people like it just because they get to blow things up occasionally, which is stupid to me. Either way, I had this class with Jace, which was bound to be interesting at the least.

Entering the classroom a bit early, I spotted Jace. He was sitting in the back of the room, flicking a test tube. I walked over to him, and sat down. "So, how is your first day of school going?"

I was imitating my mother, which seemed to amuse my idiot brother. "Oh, wonderful. Actually," he said, leaning in with a grin on his face. "Fantastic. There's this cute redhead in my Geometry class. Sits in front of me, extremely nice on the eyes."

I rolled my eyes. Jace didn't exactly know I was gay, so he must've thought was jealous of him having a cute redhead to stare at. I wasn't.

"Oh, don't roll your eyes at me, Alec. Is there no one cute in your class or something?" Jace teased.

Immediately, against my own brain, I thought of Magnus. I couldn't help it! Of course, Jace was not aware of my being gay so I lied and mumbled something about a brunette just to get him to shut up. I felt a bit bad about lying to him, but not bad enough to tell them the truth.

Jace, for his part, mumbled something (probably sexist, you never know with him) and I pretended to listen to our Chemistry teacher ramble on. Normally, I pay full attention to my teachers, but I kept getting distracted by a lot of glitter and strange yellow-green eyes every time I blinked. Ugh, I'd just met Magnus and while he was rather… perfect, I couldn't see how I was suddenly thinking about him twenty four- seven. I'm just going crazy. That's totally it.

The rest of the day passed fairly quickly, and sadly Magnus Bane only turned out to be in one other class of mine- art. The sadly part was mainly that he sat in the front, and I in the back… Giving me a full view of his glittery head. I was a bit surprised, actually, when the teacher sat him up front'; he's even taller than me by an inch! He's, like, six five!

Either way, I had a feeling I wouldn't have a very good grade in Art by the end of the year… At least my other electives (Latin- which I already knew anyway- and photography) would turn up A's.

I was walking back to my locker, sorting through my books tom see what I'd need to throw in my bag before leaving so I could do my homework after practicing for soccer tryouts with Jace. The tryouts were scheduled for next week, and I was already nervous. I couldn't really help it, all of the freshmen were bragging about how good the other seniors and such were. I knew I shouldn't be taking them seriously, but I couldn't help it. I just really wanted a spot on the team. I knew I was good enough, one of the best on our old team, only over shadowed by Jace… But he overshadows everyone.

I'd only waited in the car for about ten minutes when Jace flung the door open and yelled, "DRIVE, DRIVE NOW, DRIVE DRIVE DRIVE!"

I had learned over the years that this translates to "If you don't drive now, whatever is following me will kill you if I don't first. So, I drove like crazy.

Jace looked out the window, as I started to slow down so I didn't accidentally break the speed limit. "So," I asked, "What's after you this time?"

He sneezed, for some reason even though I had just cleaned out the car, and replied sarcastically, "Hell."

"Okay, haha. What, did you piss off a teacher?"I asked with a roll of my eyes. We hit the only stoplight between our school and the huge house we now called home. I waited for it to turn green, and then drove down the street with a left to our house a block away.

"No," Jace sighed. "It was the little redhead in my Geometry class. Damn, I was actually trying to be nice."

"It's probably because you're out of practice," I muttered. It wasn't like I was wrong, Jace did have a problem with sarcasm.

"Oh shut up."

We rode the last half minute in silence; Jace still looked like he was mad at me. Oh well.

We pulled up to our huge house, impossible to miss with its ancient church feel to it. Jace slammed the car door, which I'd kill him for later, and didn't bother to wait for me before walked up and flinging the door open. Sighing, I followed him and opened the door a little less violently. Trudging up to my room, I couldn't help but feel a little annoyed about the new house. It was so big, and my steps seemed to echo. It was nothing like the cozy and homely house we used to live in. Maybe it was just going to take some time to adjust.

I walked into my room, which wasn't very exciting. I had a dark blue, green, and purple checkered bedspread on a small twin bed shoved into the corner. The walls were a dark blue, and covered with book posters, a few drawings, pictures of me, Jace, Izzy, and Max, and a few random postcards. A black desk was shoved into the corner opposite the desk, and by the closet. There were a thousand papers and a laptop skewed on it. The book shelf was probably my favorite part of the room, mostly because it was so big. There were a ton of books on it, everything from Shakespeare to Harry Potter to James Patterson and such. Some kids were obsessed with video games; I was obsessed with reading.

I pulled out my sketchpad, and started doodling aimlessly. I didn't even notice what I was drawing (I had been drawing while watching Doctor Who on my laptop) until I looked back at my sketch pad. I wasn't very surprised to see a pair of eyes staring back at me, with a slight curve to the eyelids, and the thick lines of eyeliner. The light shading and such of the eyes suggested the green-yellow color. Basically, I had been drawing Magnus' eyes. Why was I so crazy about him? I'd only met him twice!

Plus, nothing good could come from it. He probably didn't like me anyway.

But… we had a project to do. I pulled the little slip of paper out of my pocket, and typed the number in my phone contacts. I resisted the urge to add a heart next to Magnus like a fourteen year old girl. What was wrong with me?

I sent him a quick text, "Hey. This is Alec."

His reply came rather quickly: "Hey, blue eyes(; I was starting to fear you would never text me."

So he didn't use that horrific texting language Jace and Iz used. Thank god, I didn't want to have the urge to kill him. I sent back, "Well we do have a project to do. c:"

Like before he replied quickly; "Touché. When do you want to work on it?"

"I'm free now, actually," I sent back. I was a bit nervous for his reply. Not that it really mattered to me or anything. Oh, who am I kidding?

Magnus took no time in sending back, "Really? Me, too! Want to get together?"

If I were Jace, I probably would have said something like, "Regrettable choice of words." Sadly, I'm not very funny or witty, so I simply said, "Sure! Where? I don't think anyone's here but Jace. He shouldn't bother us."

Magnus had other plans. "How about the park, actually? Text your address; I'll pick you up."

I sent him the address, and then texted my mom a quick "Hey, I'm going out!" Not that she cared. I'm not sure if she was even in the state that day.

I traded my ratty t-shirt for a more comfortable sweater. Grabbing my book bag, I went to wait for Magnus by the door like my sister would wait for her friends to pick her up for a party she was excited for.

A few minutes later, a sleek black convertible pulled into the drive way. I could see Magnus sitting behind the wheel, his hair glittering as always. "Going out!" I yelled to Jace, even though he probably didn't care.

As I walked out to the car, Magnus grinned at me. "Nice house."

"I guess," I said with a shrug. Getting in the passenger's seat I added, "Too much like an ancient church for my liking."

"Ah, I see." Magnus pulled out of the driveway.

"So," I said lamely. "A park, huh?"

"Well," Magnus replied. "You're new here, and it's a great place. I love it there."

We rode in silence for the next ten minutes, but it was actually a really comfortable silence. The radio was playing a Panic! At the Disco song, which you can never go wrong with. Before I knew it, the song was over and we were at an old playground. It was really nice, with ancient looking swings and a few tables nearby. I started to go towards the tables, but Magnus put a hand on my shoulder to stop me. "I bet I can swing higher than you."

I blushed, for no reason really, maybe it was just the way he was looking at me, and said, "You're on."

We both walked calmly over to the swings and started our little competition. It was beyond frustrating. Every time I thought I had finally beaten Magnus, he just went higher. It took half an hour, but he finally beat me.

"Ha!" He shouted with glee, his spiky hair slightly messy from all the swinging.

I stuck my tongue out at him. "Whatever."

"Yes, but I still won," Magnus said, with a glittery wink. "So, does this mean you have to go to dinner with me now?"

"I-I never agreed to that," I stuttered.

"Yes, but it's almost seven and I'm starving. There's a McDonalds down the street. Please?" Another wink of the glittery eyes. How could I say no to Magnus?

"Okay, fine," I agreed. Magnus grinned, and I gave him a shy smile. My mind was still trying to follow what was happening. It's not like he asked me out or anything. I couldn't help but worry for a moment about my siblings. I didn't think I could trust Jace or Izzy with getting Max, whom was at a friend's till seven-thirty. I shoved the thought out of my mind, I could let go of the older brother part of me for a few hours.

"Let's walk," Magnus suggested. I nodded in agreement.

It wasn't a long walk, and it was also a silent one. I kept racking my brain trying to think of something interesting or witty to say, and came up blank.

We got to the restaurant, and placed our orders. Magnus went to get us a seat as I waited for the food. When they'd given it to me, it wasn't hard to find Magnus. His glittery and bright clothing was easy to pick out in the swarm of moody teenagers and business men. I walked over to him, and sat down.

"So," Magnus said. "Tell me about yourself."

"What do you mean?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Like, what's your favorite color?"

"Dark blue, or gold I guess," I replied. "You?"

"Glitter," said the one cover in glitter (hint- not me). "What's your favorite TV show?"

"Doctor Who. What's yours?"

"Project Runway." I probably should have seen that one coming, with all the glitter and bright colors and such Magnus wears.

"What's your favorite song?" I asked, picking at my chicken nugget.

"Check Yes Juliet, by We The Kings, or anything by Adam Lambert," Magnus said with a cocky grin. He seemed to be daring me to challenge his taste in music. When I didn't, he asked me what mine was. We talked for about a half hour, just swapping facts about each other. It was actually pretty fun, if I was being truthful.

Eventually, we had to leave so the manager didn't kick us out for wasting space, and we walked back to the park and the sleek black car that would drop me off at my house.

When we pulled into my driveway, Magnus turned to me with a genuine smile, lacking sarcasm or cockiness for a change. "Well this was fun," he said.

Not trusting myself to speak, I simply nodded.

I got out of the car, just to hear Magnus said, "Text me," while shooting me another wink as he pulled out of the driveway.

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