Hey anyone who reads this, have a great day and happy 2019! (wow that sounds weird).

Warnings: slash, name-calling, glitter, occasional swearing/profanity, sarcasm (lots (; )

Ships: Malec.

Alec

"Pssst! Hey!" I looked up to see Lydia Branwell placing a note on my desk. "Glitter-boy want's your attention." Perplexed, I gave her a frown. 'Glitter-boy' What the hell did she mean? She just rolled her eyes and went back to her notes. Our History teacher was ill so we had a sub… who wasn't there… aka the class was chaos. Most people were chatting or acting like 7 year-olds (in the form of a massive paper war), whereas others – myself included – were using the time to get work done.

I glanced at the note on the desk. Weird. It had blue glitter scattered all over it. I gagged internally. Probably some girl wanting to get in Jace's pants. Looking up, I searched for the same glitteryness. I saw a blue gleam right at the very front. It was a boy... oh. With glitter... hm, that explains glitter-boy. He was looking at me of his shoulder, I couldn't help but note he was really pretty.

Hold on. No he wasn't. No. He totally didn't have amazing flawless skin and and nice facial features... Not pretty at all...

Lips twisted into a smirk, he winked at me. His yellow gold eye disappearing momentarily. Wait, what? I quickly looked down, feeling a warm glow on my face. Crap. Winked… oka- I mean no, he probably meant my brother sitting behind me… yeah, that was it. Not chancing another glance up, I swiftly tapped Jace on the shoulder. He was chatting up some girl from my English lit class, (I think her name was Kate? Kale? Kalie? I honestly didn't care enough to know) he looked faintly disgruntled as he took the note. I just went back to my history work, forgetting the whole incident. Totally not thinking that the guy was a teensy bit hot. Totally.

Magnus

Omg. Why is he handing it over? No. NO. Urgh. The sexy blue-eyed wonder was now engrossed in his notes. Leaving me to deal with the blond one. Who was now making kissy faces at me… great… *Groans inwardly.* I held up my hands and clearly signalled a 'No thanks'. The blondie just made a gesture saying with equal clarity, 'You want none of this? Seriously?' Kaelie was in fits beside him, trying to get his attention with her squeaky laugh and her double D's.

I sighed and went back to staring at the boy. Why was he so gorgeous? Like seriously, he literally wore the ugliest clothes (always black, I shuddered at the thought), seemed to never even bother with his hair; and yet always looked like a runway model. It was as if he woke up perfect, which - granted - he probably did. His raven hair had a light wave and was shocking, by contrast, to his pale glowy skin. (Again, where was this o'natural highlighter, and when could I buy it?) A strong jaw paired with softly contoured cheeks that even Patrick Starrr would be proud of, made the him seem soft yet firm at the same time.

Wow. Little too deep on the analysis, slow down, you've barely talked to him Magnus.

But we had spoken, occasionally. Like occasionally asking for help during maths. OH. Mean girls cringe. Wow, no wonder Ragnor calls me the male Lindsey Lohan. Ah well, it just gave me more time to notice those lips: a soft pink that matched his cheeks when he blushed. Urghhhh, I wanted to kiss them SO badly.

The worst thing about that boy though, was definitely the fact that he had the most captivating eyes in the history of captivating eyes. Below those scruffy-yet-not eyebrows, framed with velvet lashes they lay. They were a deep sea blue on the edges of the iris with a dusty pastel making itself known further in. Closer to the pupil, a fading ice-chip colour was freckled with flecks of the deeper colour. Even at a distance with his head down, I could see his eyes melting with each emotion. I sighed forlornly, I didn't even know his name.

But dam, he was hot.

Clary

Don't get me wrong I think Magnus totally needs a crush, and a raven-haired 'beauty' - *snorts unbelievably* - seems to have taken his interest. I mean… Magnus, if you're going to keep your crushes from me, you could at least make it harder to find them out, not to mention that the 'beauty' isn't even that good-looking. But hey, this is Magnus we're talking about.

I sighed and poked him in the arm. Luckily, it removed the stupid dopey expression from his face, now he looked annoyed.

"What did you do that for?" he whines. I roll my eyes, he's unbelievable.

"To stop you daydreaming about him with that look on your face." I say, gesturing to his glittery head. "Seriously, you're like obsessed." Despite me being a little miffed off at his secrecy, I couldn't help but let a smile tug at my mouth.

"Excuse you, I 'obsess' over no-one, who's 'him' and what look on my face?" He said, putting on his most incredulous look. So, he wants to play it that way, does he? Very well then.

"Ok then. I believe you. But... do you think he's cute?" I asked.

"Um…" He quirks an eyebrow at me, obviously confused and a little alarmed.

"The Magnificent Magnus Bane, stuck on words?" I teased. This was really quite fun.

"No. Never. Again, which boy?" Magnus just managed to jerk out the words, with as much sass as possible. Sighing impatiently, I pointed him out.

"Mr. Black-is-my-soul over there." I explained, deciding to take pity on him.

"Okay. First, he is not wearing all black, he's wearing different shades of black. Second, his soul is not black. Eyes are the windows to the soul, and have you seen his eyes? They're a subtle blue and are only dark when he's angry. " He finished with fevor. I could feel my eyebrows traveling up my forehead as he spoke. Realising his mistake, he tried to amend it quickly, "I mean, yeah he's really hot. I'm guessing here and it's just from my assessment of him…" he trailed off. I smirked.

"Okay, say that you wanted to ask him out next lesson you have with him – which lesson is that again?"

"Art and textiles next, then maths after break and after lunch we're in gym together." He froze.

"Ah-ha!" Victory was mine.

"Ok, maybe I have a little crush on him, does NOT mean I'm obsessed, I don't even know his name, let alone if he's into guys. Even if he is, do you really think he'll be able to cope with my fabulousness. Plus, even if I did know his name and he was into guys AND he liked my extra-ness; he would probably be in the closet or something, and the relationship would have to be super on the low which means no PDA." he looked a little crest-fallen but his face was set with sassy determination. Wow, this must be one hell of a crush. A devilish grin found it's way onto my face.

"Well that's something we're gonna have to change." Grim determination set in. "You said he's in art, right?"

Hope you liked it! If you did, I'll write more chapters.

UPDATE: I was a tiny bit drunk when I wrote this first chapter, not gonna lie. And reading back on it... it's pretty crap. So I rewrote it... So yeah. Update over.