Hey guys! This is my new Malec fanfic! I really hope you all like it! I'm not sure how often I'll be able to update it, or how often I should update it. So review and let me know what you think!

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Enjoy!

Alec rolled over in his bed, pulling his pillow over his head to muffle the sound of the alarm clock blaring through his room. Eventually he couldn't ignore it and slowly dragged himself out of bed, slamming his fist into the top of the alarm clock, and made his way to the bathroom. Having a private bathroom was one of the best things about going to a private school. He did have to share it with Jace, but since they were brothers it didn't really matter to him all that much. Their rooms were connected by the bathroom, which made it very easy to get privacy when you wanted it. Alec was just glad that he ended up sharing with Jace all these years and not some random stranger.

Alec stared at his reflection in the mirror, trying to find something that separated how he looked today from how he looked every other day. His black hair was messy like usual, cascading across his forehead in its usual, tangled way. His cheek was covered with imprints from the sheets, making him look like he'd just lost a fight with a cat. His eyes were tired and drooping, the bags under his eyes even more defined than usual. He should have been excited; this was it, the home stretch. After this year, high school would be over. Everything would be different, better. Alec's thoughts were interrupted as Jace trudged into the bathroom toward the sink. Jace, of course, looked like he'd just stepped out of the page of a magazine. He had been out last night enjoying his last night of freedom before the school started. Alec had been invited, but parties just weren't his thing. He would rather be kicking ass on the soccer field. That was the one thing he was good at, the one thing he was better at than Jace at. It's not that he resented Jace, it's just that sometimes it was hard to deal with the fact that everything came easily to him. When he wanted a girlfriend, he had one. When he wanted a good grade in a class, he could get it. It wasn't bad, just frustrating.

Jace brushed his teeth silently, rubbing his eyes like he wanted to rip them out. He obviously had a hangover. Great. Just what everyone needed on the first day back; a hangover induced, grumpy Jace. Alec finished before Jace and went back into his room without a word. Hopefully Jace would be back to normal by first period, or they were all going to be in for it. Alec's door burst open and Isabelle entered grinning like it was Christmas morning. She slammed the door and sat on his bed with poise, as if she hadn't just broken into his room and possibly broken the lock on the door.

"Only one more year," she breathed as Alec put a shirt on. Isabelle had spent her summer finishing Junior year so she could graduate early, placing herself, Jace, and Alec all in this years graduating class. Alec envied her ease with academics. He got good grades, but the difference was that he had to study really hard for them. Isabelle just breezed through school like it was kindergarten every year.

"Pretty exciting." Alec responded blankly. He really wasn't in the mood for last-year-of-high-school musings.

"Mom's got another go-see for me for Channel's new perfume line. So if I nail it, I'll be missing school again." Alec felt his mood deflate even more. The success of his family was a blessing and a curse. His parents had just recently allowed Isabelle and Jace to start working on their careers, with the one rule that they had to finish high school. Isabelle had taken to modeling, while Jace took the acting route. Alec had chosen soccer, and he was extremely grateful that soccer couldn't be fully pursued until after high school. He and his younger brother Max were both pretty reserved, and neither of them had really tried jump into the limelight just yet. The busy schedules, the paparazzi, the whole idea of fame seemed pretty terrible. Well, Alec thought so at least. Usually the paparazzi just stuck around their parents, but occasionally Alec, Isabelle, or Jace would be followed. Jace and Isabelle didn't seem to mind being stalked around town. They ate up the attention, at school and in public. But that wasn't Alec. Alec didn't like to be stared at or talked about. And of course, the fact that his sexuality was still a secret didn't make any of it easier. No one, not even his family, knew that he was gay. Well, no one but Isabelle. But that had been an accident. She figured out and asked him about it, and he decided it was stupid to lie when she already knew.

Jace barged in before Alec had any time to respond to Isabelle and plopped down the the bed next to his sister.

"Oh my god. My head." Jace was still rubbing his eyes.

"And whose fault is that, dumb ass?" Isabelle retorted with a smile. Jace groaned and pulled Alec's pillow over his head.

"When a pretty girl offers you a drink you can't say no. Help me out, Alec." Jace begged through the pillow, muffling his voice. Alec rolled his eyes and grabbed the pillow from Jace.

"We need to go to class." he told them.

Isabelle shrugged and walked toward the door, looking over her shoulder skeptically at Jace. "Good luck." she told Alec, smiling mischievously as she walked out the door.

After dragging Jace's sorry ass to his class, Alec walked into his own class and took his usual seat in the middle row on the edge. He liked being able to read the board easily, but that didn't mean he would completely sacrifice his need to blend in. Although, it was going to be hard this year, after Jace's big movie this summer. Sometimes Alec wished his family had normal jobs, but then he would always mentally slap himself for being so selfish.

The other students slowly filed into the class, taking their usual seats. There were a few new kids, but most of Alec's classes would be the same people he'd been with since freshman year. This school was pretty exclusive, which meant you basically had to be brilliant or rich to get in; which let to a school full of snobs. No, that's not fair, everyone here isn't a snob… just most of them.

One of the new kids walked over to him and slid carefully in the desk next to him. Her hair was a fiery red, standing out severely against her pale skin. She was beautiful in her own way, but she looked a bit uncomfortable.. though Alec couldn't quite place why. Alec watched wrap her arms around her tiny frame, shivering at the cold temperature of the room. Alec couldn't remember a time when Professor Garroway hadn't kept the room above freezing. She looked a little younger than him and Alec wondered if she had tested above her grade to get into this class. She caught him looking at her and smiled wryly.

"Is it always this cold in here?" she asked, rubbing her arms for emphasis.

"Unfortunately." he replied, the corners of his mouth curling upward slightly.

"Oh, cool, you're British." She said, her eyes wide with questions. Alec smiled with delight when he realized she didn't recognize him. She must be new to the school, not just the class.

"My family lived in England until I was fourteen." he told her. "What about you?"

The girl adjusted her uniform nervously. "I live just a few minutes from here with my mom. I'm here on the art scholarship."

Alec stared at her for a moment. She must have gone to a public school before this, otherwise she would know that being here on scholarship wasn't necessarily a good thing to some of the kids at this school. A lot of the kids that went here were here on scholarships, but that didn't mean the obnoxious rich kids thought it was acceptable. Alec didn't really like those kids, and neither did Jace or Isabelle. They all three preferred genuine people, no matter if they were rich or not. Especially after Lightwood Enterprises took off and there were more fake friends than Alec cared to count. "What kind of art?" he asked, but was cut off by Professor Garroway announcing the beginning of class.

"I'm Clary, by the way. Clary Fray." the girl, apparently Clary, whispered to him.

"Alec Lightwood," He responded simply. He watched as her eyes grew wide in recognition. Alec had been waiting for that.

"As in Lightwood Enterprises?"

"Yup."

"Damn." She said. "What the hell school did I choose?"

Alec laughed loudly, earning a glare from Professor Garroway. Clary smiled at him reassuringly and turned her attention toward the Professor.

"As I was saying," Professor Garroway glared at Alec for a moment, "we are going to delve into the deep roots of literature, its interior and exterior-"

The Professor was interrupted by the door being slammed open, a sparkly student entering the room quickly. The boy's hair was spiked straight in the air, littered with glitter. His eyes were decorated similarly, with the addition of coal smudged around his eyes. The boy scoured the room for an empty seat, looking nervous.

"Nice of you to join us, Bane. There is a seat behind Lightwood." Professor Garroway told him, pointing to Alec. The boy hurried to his seat, sliding into his desk with unnecessary force. Alec noticed that his uniform was a little different -more personalized- than everyone else's. He wondered if the boy would get in trouble for that later.

But the uniform wasn't what really drew attention to the boy. His face was. He had prominent cheekbones and a strong jaw, which were highlighted by his smooth, caramel skin. His eyes were slanted and perfectly shaped, an oddly beautiful greenish gold color. He was the most beautiful human being Alec had ever laid eyes upon. Alec heard Professor Garroway resume speaking and snapped his head toward the front of the class. Hopefully the boy hadn't noticed Alec ogling him. Oh god. Alec sunk low in his seat.

This was going to be a long year.

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