Alecs POV

I stared into a pool of blue then to a lock of black hair that was slipping out of my wet, pulled back hair. It flopped onto my face and sent a drop of water sliding down my face. I looked down into the sink that had the remnants of bubbles from the soap. What the hell am I doing?!

I closed my eyes and breathed slowly in and out . You, Alec Lightwood, have school in what?... twenty minutes? And you are just standing, looking in a mirror... WHAT, are you doing?!

Flicking my head back and splattering water on to the mirror I watched as they raced each other and when the one that looked the fattest got to the end of the mirror, I grabbed a washed out hand towel, bent over and furiously rubbed my hair. I stood back up, let go of the towel and dropped my hands to my side. I stared long and hard at my reflection, top to bottom. From the faded towel that was resting on my pitch black hair (which I personally hated) all the way down to my stomach where a long, jaded scar was curving round my stomach. STOOOOOP! What are you thinking about? That's not going to help... and you know it. Just get you ass out of this bathroom, which is now starting to feel suffocating, and get fucking dressed! It's the first day of school... and your going to like it!

I stopped bullying myself for once and started for the door. I walked into my bedrom and picked up a Black as night T-shirt and pulld it on. I then walked over to my chest-of-draws and pulled out some simple black boxers. I hopped into them as I was walking to my bed again. There I found a pair of Black loose fitting skinny jeans that were torn and faded at he knees. I dragged them on then flompd on to the bed then rummege round for a pair of socks, which was a task that was proving rather difficult. I then roughly put them on and pulled them both out a little at the toe end because it was hurting. I glanced at he clock, shit on a stick it was ten minutes till lesson but it only took five to drive. I raced down stairs swearing under my breath. I still can't believe they left me! Okay, I understand Jace because he wanted to see Clary but Isobell wanted a ride. For f-f~... okay, calm down.. it's fine. I just won't give them a ride home. Simple. I slipped on some dark grey hightops with black writing on the outside side saying 'UNSTOPPABLE' with a cross underlining them. I jogged to my black, Mercadees convertable and jumped in then started the engine.

Magnus POV

-school bell rings-

It is officially the first day of school. And what does that mean? Yep, extra GLITTER! Today, I am wearing an awesome purple, tight top with blue glitter splattered in. Pants are, as always, black skinny jeans and shoes... black knee converse boots with silver studs on the side. Obviously my hair is spiked with glitter of all colors thrown in and my make-up is top-notch, if I don't say so myself. I walked to room 108 where English was and made my way to the back but not without scouting all the other students. There was one with a lip piercing but no matter how sexy a snake-bit is, it does absolutely no justice to a face like yours... sorry love. I carried on walking when I saw a blonde-haired boy with golden eyes talking to a red-haired petite girl. He's ok... but... he looks like he'll be too much to handle. The girl is okay I guess... but as I thought... just too innocent looking.

A second later the girl was pushing him out the door. Huh. So he's from a different class. I sat down at the desk at the back of the class next to the window and looked around. Nothing interesting. I looked at the cloak was ticking above the teachers desk, eight-forty-five. The teachers late. As soon as I thought this thought the door swung open and the teacher trotted in. I nearly looked away but something tall and black aught my eye. Oh-My-Unicorn puking glitter. Who in the glitter god is THAT!

A tall, black messy haired boy stepped out from behind the teacher, his bangs covering his eyes. Okay-ish clothes... but they're all black... Doesn't look like my type... I was about to look away again but I couldn't. My eyes won't move. I just keep gawking at him then it gets worse. He looks up, probably to look for a seat, but... OOOOOH MY DEAR UNICORN! His eyes! They are so deep! A deep blue, like the middle of the ocean. I stared at his eyes. I feel like their pulling me in... NO! Magnus Bane! You do not get pulled in! YOU are the one who does the pulling! He started to walk over and went in a straight line dodging a few desks on the way. He's coming to me... why is he coming to me? Oh whatever! As long as I can see those GOOOORGEOUS EYES! He stopped right be me and my heart fluttered. What? No it didn't, it just got a little faster than normal for a second. He dropped his bag on to a hook on the side of the desk right next to mine and sat down. Oh... The desk, he wanted the desk. ... Oh coarse he wanted a bloody desk! What else is he supposed to do for the entire lesson? Stand?!

I glanced over at him and saw him look up. OOOOh those blue eyes! They can make me MELT!... Damn it Magnus! Keep calm.