Hey guys, new story here that I'm really excited about! I've got an awesome buffer on it too so I'll be updating every weekend. Note that this fic will contain sensitive subjects later on, though I don't want to spoil anything for you :) Let me know if there are any mistakes here please, I'd like to be able to fix them. If you have any questions, feel free to pm me or put them in a wonderful review because I read each and every one of them. Reviews are love guys, so please leave me some :'( Who knows, maybe if I get enough I'll post the next chapter early!

I really love this story, it's the longest I'll have ever written by the time I finish the chapter I'm currently working on which is much later in the story. This is my baby, treat it well ;)

November 23rd

He's nervous; his first day of school. He spent hours poring over his clothes the night before in an effort to decide what to wear. It hadn't worked, he'd ended up just throwing on the first things he could find and running gel coated fingers through his hair to spike it up. He'd left out the makeup, not sure how this school would react and not wanting to get beat up on his first day there.

He drops his bag in his locker and notes a few guys wrestling with each other down the hall, their laughs echoing all around. He memorizes their most defining characteristics and makes a mental note to avoid them when possible.

By the time the warning bell rings for first period he's sweating, the nerves running through his entire body. It's odd, he thinks, he's never really been all that nervous before. He'd been the one to strut into school wearing rainbow leather pants with bright pink hair just because he could. It's a new feeling for him and it's one he can't say he's very fond of. Still, he tries to look nonchalant as he heads into his new English class. The teacher greets him, introduces him to the class, and tells him to go sit next to the dark shape in the back corner. Magnus prays no one notices how he's shaking but it seems his prayers were for nothing when he sees the tiny smirk on his new desk buddy's face.

He hesitates for a second before he sits down because he's noticed that the boy beside him is fairly attractive. He opens his mouth as he slides his chair closer to the desk but he's also now noticed that the boy isn't paying attention to him anymore. Instead, he's doodling in a navy blue notebook as the teacher drones on in the background. Magnus turns back to the front of the class and starts copying down the note on the board.

The class passes in silence.

The rest of day goes by normally for the most part; he makes conversation with a redheaded girl named Clary in his Art class, finds someone to sit with at lunch in his Anthro class. Before he knows it, lunch has crept up on him and he makes his way over to Ragnor and Camille's lockers, following the directions he'd been told. Camille smiles, Ragnor offers a nod, and they set off to find somewhere relatively unoccupied to eat their lunch.

Magnus decides he's got the friends he wants right here; it's easy and fun and they seem like good people.

It's when he's making his way back to his locker to grab his gym clothes that he sees the boy from his English class again. He's sitting near the end of the hall with a blond boy Magnus doesn't know, nodding along to whatever his friend is saying. He can make out Clary sitting in front of the blonde one, a raven-haired girl beside her to close in the circle. It's odd, Magnus notices, that while the boy's friends are all laughing and having a good time he hasn't even cracked a smile. There's not even a flicker of amusement in his blue eyes as he takes in his friends, just a cold detachment like he doesn't even register that he should be having fun.

Magnus shakes his head and goes back to stuffing things in his bag so he can actually find his gym bag in the mess. He snags it the second he sees the bright orange sticking out from under the rest of his things and closes his locker with a clang. He throws the lock on as fast as he can when the warning bell for fourth period goes and turns to run down the hall, noting that the blue-eyed boy and his friends are no longer there.

Magnus spends the journey to the gym cursing the fact that he had to come on the one day a week there's a double because he's already out of breath by the time he reaches the change rooms. How is he supposed to survive two whole hours of gym class? Pushing the door open, he stumbles into the changeroom and nearly collides with the door behind the first one. Why the hell are there two doors? Sighing, he shoves the second door open as well and is finally met with the sight of wooden benches and metal hooks. He throws his stuff onto a mostly unoccupied one and yanks out his gym clothes.

It's while he's pulling his gym shirt down over his head that the owner of the black bag at the end of the bench decides to make an appearance and scare the shit out of Magnus. He jumps, an insult on the tip of his tongue before he finds himself rearing back in a different kind of shock because it's him. The guy from his English class. And ok wow, why is this guy suddenly him? The blue-eyed boy just raises an eyebrow and then turns to back to where he'd started shoving his binder into his bag.

Dodge-ball ends up being the warm-up and Magnus' team loses all three times they play. It may or may not have had something to do with the fact that he couldn't stop staring at the raven-haired boy on the bench. It's strange that he isn't playing, stranger still that the teacher doesn't even bat an eye at it. The boy sits on the bench the whole first hour right up until the bell rings to signal their ten minute break. Magnus frowns but decides to just ignore it.

It's when the second hour of the class starts that the curiosity grips him like a vice, urging him to approach the other boy while he's out of the game. He plops down beside him and throws him a smile, unsure what to say. Magnus is met by narrowed blue eyes and questioning eyebrows so he sticks out his hand.

"I'm Magnus, we sit beside each other in English." The boy seems to consider the offered hand for a second before taking it in a surprisingly gentle grasp.

"Alec," he says, a half smile dancing across his lips.

Next chapter will be Saturday if I don't get enough reviews to post early. I won't give a number yet, because I don't know how popular this story will be though I'm hoping you'll all love it as much as I do :)