I sigh to myself. Another day of going to high school and pretending to be perfect. Another day of torture, and acting, which was something I was becoming quite good at. Another day of telling myself that death isn't a good idea.
"Aye! Bane! Get over here!" Rangor yells at me from his car. "You're gonna make us late!"
"I'm coming, keep your pants on!"
"Might be hard love," he yells back. I sigh, rolling my eyes, wishing I could just put on my gym shoes that are right there. But no. The great Magnus Bane is not allowed such luxuries. Instead I throw on my black combat boots, sighing as I walk out the door.
As I walk into school, girls and guys alike yell at me, telling me various things, which I have no interest in. Stupid matters like football games and recent drama. None of that is interesting to me.
"Aye, Bane. I 'eard there's a new student."
"Really? Boy or girl?"
"Don't know."
"I guess we'll just have to wait and see."
I like class. People believe that I don't, and I can't correct them. They just laugh. The new kid comes waltzing in, five minutes before the bell rings. Their hair is that perfect length, where it could be a long guy's haircut or a short girl's haircut. I can't see their face, but their style is more boyish and plain. They are wearing gym shoes. Crappy gym shoes. The kind you probably shouldn't buy. They sit in the back of the room, next to me. The kid is dressed in black skinny jeans, and a navy blue shirt.
"Your outfit doesn't match." I inform them.
"Who cares," they spit back.
"Aye, little girl. Don't speak to Magnus like that." Rangor turns around in his seat.
"Whatever."
"Rangor, chill. Sorry we've gotten off on the wrong foot. I'm Magnus, Magnus Bane. And that's Ranger. He's an asshole."
"Did I ask?" I stare, dumbfounded. "No, I didn't. So kindly stay the fuck away from me."
"Gesh," I say, holding my hands up in surrender.
"Little girl. I don't know who you think you are talking to Magnus like this."
"Hey, why don't you shut the fuck up and stop calling me little girl."
"Aye! Ya tryin' to start a fight little girl?"
"Try me bitch." Rangor looked astonished. "Just as I thought. All bark and no bite."
"Ah, Mr. Fell. Making friendly with our new student already I see." Rangor glared at me.
"Oh yes Mr."
"Would you like to tell us a little about you?"
"Nope. I'm good, thanks for the offer." Our teacher stared at him.
"Well okay then. Moving on."
I still had no idea whether the new student a guy or a girl, and it was really bugging me. And what was up with them? Stuck up little bitch can't even tell when someone is trying to be nice! I can't believe how weird they are. Every person in this school is falling over themselves to try and be me, get me to fuck them, or let them fuck me. Yet this kid. It's actually kind of refreshing.
Look, I'm just a transfer. I don't want any trouble here. And obviously, that hella hot guy that was sitting next to me, and the asshole, are trouble. I mean, sure he's hot, but that doesn't. Make him my "type". I don't like guys who are driven by their appearance. They make me sick.
"Aye! Bane!" Rangor calls me over to our usual lunch table.
"I'm hella tired Rang. My mother skipped out again, and my father…."
"Still no word, 'aye." I shake my head. "It's okay. I'll come over after school and keep you busy."
"Rangor. I keep telling you, just because I'm gay as fuck, it doesn't mean I want to fuck my best friend."
"Sorry to interrupt, but are these seats taken?" A girl with long black hair asks, slightly hopeful.
"Yeah, I guess."
"Yo Jace! Get your ass over here! I'm Isabelle. Lightwood. And that's my brother Jace Lightwood," she said, pointing to a reckless blonde running towards us.
"They never asked Isabelle, so leave them alone." The black haired new student from my first period shows up behind her. She laughs.
"So funny isn't he Jace? It's not like I'm trying to get married to either of these boys. Nor am I trying to get them to fuck me. So don't be so rude Alexander."
"Isabelle," she sighs.
"I know, I know. Shouldn't use your full name in front of people because they might try to steal your identity and then rape you and leave you tied up in a sewer. Sorry Alec. But you have to admit, getting raped by mr obviously gay over there, wouldn't be to bad."
"Isabelle! How fucking dare you."
"Hey, hey Alec, Iz. Calm the fuck down everybody." I stare at them.
"I'm obviously gay?"
"Well, the hair, the boots, and skinny jeans, gayest things in the universe. Just ask Alec."
"Lightwood shut the fuck up." Alec was blushing bright red.
"Aye! Does that mean your brother's gay?"
"Yes."
"Isabelle!"
"Oh shit girl, you better run," Jace says. Isabelle laughs.
"You'd think, since Alexander has a sister as style savvy as you, that he could figure out how to make a matching outfit." Isabelle laughs.
"I tried telling him. But he's honestly hopeless."
"And gone," Jace muttered under his breath as the dark haired boy stormed off.