Summary: Alec is a shy guy. No one knows he's gay. On his first day of school, a sparkly guy shows up in his life and he doesn't know what to do. This school accepts the gays, but can he embrace it? He's got virgin lips and virgin everything, that is, until he learns this glittery guys' name. (Malec, Sizzy, and Clace)
You may have heard this story existed from our other fanfic: Look At Me Now. Well, this is out first Malec so please be nice :) This fanfic has a lot more than the summary says. Trust us. There will be Sizzy and Clace but not as much as Malec since that's the main focus here. That's all we have to say except for Review, Favourite, and Follow! One rule though: No commenting on another persons review. There's 3 ppl writing this fanfic. We've got enough heads for opinion. Not that we don't like it, but sometimes, it does create conflict. If you want to talk to us 'privately' a PM is always as option!
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Being the big brother of 2 siblings is hard work. Especially when they don't know half of what you do or who you are. I'm not big on intros, but I'll start simple. I'm Alec (Alexander) Lightwood. Typical name, huh? I'm pretty sure my parents could have chosen a better one but couldn't be bothered to. But, I like it. It's simple and plain. That's who I am.
"First day of school, come on! Get up!" Isabelle, my fashionista sister, knocked on my door, then shouted profanities of what she would do if I wouldn't get up. 1) Pick my clothes and do my hair. 2) Pour ice cold water on me. 3) Steal my motorcycle. Out of all those 3 options, I find having Izzy pick my clothes and do my hair to be the worst. You don't know her as well as I do, but you'll see.
I groan myself awake and let the light hit my face. I don't like it. I prefer the dark. Sounds emo and gothic, right? Well, that's what I look like. I wear quite a lot of black, including jeans and converse. I've only ever worn white if it was summer, that way I don't got all sweaty as easily.
I head for the bathroom and shower for ten minutes. Next thing I know, I'm pulling on a somewhat tight black wife beater, a zip up hoodie (sweater/jacket), black jeans that are not skinny, and black converse. I don't like walking around with my shoes on in the Institute but that's what everyone does around here.
On my way out the door, I pick up my black schoolbag from the side of my desk and check my room to see if I've left anything behind. That's a no. It's only a no because they're in my car.
I head down the Institute doors and look away as I see Jace and Clary watching television on the couch and Isabelle attempting to make pancakes with Simon at the breakfast bar admiring her ass. Ew. I've never felt any sexual attraction to anyone so I wouldn't know how it felt like to be watched like that.
"Is that seriously what you're going to wear on your first day of school?" asked Izzy incredulously, placing the pancakes on a plate.
"It's what I'll wear for the rest of the school year," I muttered back, moving my head so a bit of my hair would fall towards my face. Izzy seemed like she wanted to slap me in the face but with Simon around, she wouldn't dare show her evil side.
"We're going to be late," Jace groaned, helping Clary off the couch. When I look into my parabatai's eyes, I could see that he just wanted to get away from the Pancakes of Doom.
"Take whatever you want, I'm going for the Porche."
"My binders are in there," I protest, but he ignores me.
He grabs his and Clary's schoolbag then heads out the Institute. I observe them for a minute, just to make sure that their runes were covered. Isabelle kept talking with Simon, and they agreed on taking his BMW. Nothing out of the ordinary. They left too, leaving me in the room with Isabelle's fatal cooking. I left it there for our parents to eat if they were going to wake up any time soon.
I walk out through the garage door and notice that there was only one vehicle for me to take. The motorcycle. We got to choose a form of transportation for our 'first time at a public school' present. I chose the Porche, Jace chose the bike. He just so happened to steal my ride for Clary.
"Damn," I sigh and place my schoolbag in the seat compartment. The bike was a midnight black, and the plate had said 'SHADOW' on it. That sounded mysterious, but to us Shadowhunters, it gave 99% of our lives away.
Once I get out of the garage and close the door, I pull the helmet on and let the shield slip down. Once I get onto the bike, the engine revs, then head for the road. Being at the NYC Institute wasn't bad, but if I ever made any friends, they weren't allowed to come which would be kinda awkward if they wanted to.
This is going to attract a lot of attention, I thought to myself. I don't know if you've noticed but I really hate having attention. Being centre stage isn't my thing, but being a Shadowhunter and a brother to 2 siblings, is.
Once I enter the parking lot, I see loads of people stare at me. They definitely know I'm a new kid. I find my Porche and park right next to it. At least Jace chose a spot that had an empty space next to it. Once I get off my bike, I take the helmet off and shake my head so my hair falls back into the right place. Once I look up, I see girls whispering and pointing at me. I just smile and look back at the bike. I hear Jace's voice and get my bag out of the compartment.
Turning around, I spot Jace not too far away. I could speak loud enough not to catch everyone's attention. "Jace, pass me the keys." He looks my way and takes them out of his pocket. He already has a group of girls surrounding him. It was probably because Clary wasn't around. That redhead was nice. I learned to love her as a sister. One that was a lot less 'dig into your business' then Izzy.
He throws the keys to me and I unlock the Porche doors. People gasp as to how I just got off the motorcycle, and now I'm open a Porche door. I look like a rich bitch. I take my binders out and lock the door. Once I finished sliding them into my schoolbag, I sling it onto my right shoulder and throw Jace back the keys. If you're wondering, the car plate would be 'HUNTERS'. Such a giveaway.
As I walk through the doors, I hold the black helmet under my left arm. Girls stare at me, and so do guys. I feel normal if girls take a look at me, but if guys do, I get giddy inside. I know I'm gay, I can admit it to myself, just not to anyone else.
At the office, I receive my schedule and locker combo. Clary managed to get Jace's as well, though I'm not sure how since she didn't have his ID or something. I give her a soft smile and continued dipping my head down and following the directions the office lady gave me to my locker.
I reached the quiet part of the school. The part where students make out or do their homework. There. My locker. It was a full length one. Great. I unlock the lock and open the squeaky door. Inside were two shelves and 3 hooks. I place my gym clothes on the top shelf and my extra notebooks and binders on the lower one. Just so Jace wouldn't kill me, I put the helmet on top of my gym clothes so it wouldn't get scratched on the metal shelves.
"Are you a Lightwood?" asks a voice behind me. Clearly, it was directed at me. I wish it wasn't. Sure, my parents are rich with their status with the Clave, but, I wish they weren't. That's how people know me. The heir to the Lightwood throne. But for Isabelle and Jace… our parents don't expect as much. They see Jace as the leader of the Institute and Izzy to be a mundane fashion freak, or to earn a living by designing more functional and fashionable Shadowhunter gear. But me? I've got one option and no other that my parents would approve of, being the oldest and more responsible one and all. Then, there's the part where my parents are famous in the mundane world as well. They support the Apple products and always try to smoothen down the competition with the PC's, Samsung, or Windows thing. No one knows that the Lightwood's have children in the mundane world. Our parents gave us aliases for it. It just so happened that when we enrolled for a high school (our Maryse and Robert wanted us to gain some experience with mundies), we didn't use those aliases.
"What's it to you?" I ask harshly, zipping down my sweater but not taking it off.
"Nothing really. Just heard you they were new. And your locker is right next to mine." The owner of the voice seemed innocent enough. And from the reflection through the lockers, I could already tell this guy was sparkly. My first thought is, he's openly gay. He reminded me of Magnus Bane. I never met the guy, and he never met me. The Lightwood kids aren't famous in the Shadow World too. Not many people know they exist either. Only really close family and friends know. It's to keep us safe, and I'm happy about that. No, I feel safer this way.
"So… you are a Lightwood?"
"Alec Lightwood," I stated, closing the locker door and locking it shut.
"Is that short for anything…?" I turn around. There was no shock with all the glitter. I glanced at him plenty of times through the reflection of the metal locker. What changed that was his eyes. I'm shocked at how the gold and green were so sharp. Like a warlock.
"Alexander," I mutter. Screw my name, I hate it. It sounds so old and dull. Well, I guess that does reflect me. I'm the oldest out of my siblings and I don't stand out like Golden Boy Jace or Stripper Worthy Isabelle. I'm just Alec.
"I'm Magnus. Magnus Bane." That name shocks me, but I didn't show it. I could hear my heart beating faster as I had the Listening rune Clary created below my neck. The sweater covered it just enough.
"So… what grade are you in?" I ask, wanting to get to know the warlock. Hopefully, he doesn't know that I'm a Shadowhunter. He could probably pick it up but with Clary's runes that she gave me to hide my features… well, you never know.
"I'm a senior. You?" His voice… damn was it hot. I DID NOT JUST THINK THAT!
"Senior," I replied. I slung my schoolbag over my shoulder and look down at my schedule, then up. Above the doors there were numbers. I looked at my timetable again. Room 2007. English. I like reading and writing. Short-stories are my strengths. You may not see it through my appearance since it's as hard as titanium but there's some creativity in there.
"Need help? You look pretty lost." My eyes drift to Magnus'. God, they're so catlike. Before I go weak in the knees, I say,
"I'll be fine. There's 20 minutes before school starts." There's no stutter. Phew. Am I really being that cautious?
"Perfect. I can show you around school then."
"Uh… are you sure about that? I mean, no one likes to hang around me. Especially the new kid." I want to chuckle at the 'no one' part but I figured I shouldn't to keep myself convincing and serious.
"Nonsense!" he laughs. By the Angel, that laugh. No! Not again! "This school isn't that big. It'll take less than 10 minutes."
"Sure." I just have to give in. Magnus is way too attractive for me and yet, he's offering me a chance to spend some time with him. Angel, if only I knew what it was like to love. Maybe this is it! Hold up. Shit. Downworlder. Shadowhunter. Downworlder. Shadowhunter. Shit.
"It'll give me some time to get to know you too," he said seductively into my ear. I'm frozen, but I can feel the heat rise to my cheeks.
"God, you're so easy to tease," he laughs. I keep my head hung down a little but he's just impossible not to look at. "Don't worry, this school has a policy thing." Magnus has a cheery smile on his face, but I'm still stone. "Wait, don't tell me… closeted?" I nod. I'm lost for words already and yet, I barely even know Magnus. Magnus. Magnus, Magnus, Magnus. He's got a nice name. I could say it a million times in a row and it would never get old. I'm changing. What's wrong with me? I never talk to myself like this!
"That obvious?" I ask, my lips forming a cornered smile.
"Well, if anyone can make you blush like that, yes. And, if you spend so much time with me, that's a yes as well." You can say that I smiled at that, but, that would be a lie. Magnus could see how uneasy I was, so, he gives me a warm smile and says, "Come on, I'm not that bad." Does he really think it's just him? Sure he makes me all gushy inside but that's not it.
"It's not you that's the problem. It's just… I've never really been accepted like that."
"That's cause you're in the closet. There's no shame in that. But, I wouldn't mind it if you came out of the closet today. Actually, I'd like that a lot." He drags out his last word. It just makes me want to do something even more. I just don't know what it is.
"Well, I don't exactly plan on having my siblings find out on the first day of school so for now, you're going to have to wait. But, if you're still up for it, you can take me around school." No stutters for the rest of… my life. I pray to you, Angel Raziel, pleeaasee, I beg in my mind.
Magnus's whole face lights up and he turns towards the direction I came to get to my locker.
"You'll be surprised at how many people will actually like you for being closeted," he laughs. "They think it's cool, I just say it's normal, or it's instinct." He laughs again. How wonderful is that sound? Very. "But, I'm just hoping there's a space for me in there," he says the last part closer to my ear. I can't help but blush.
