Chapter 1

A/N: Yay here I am again! I decided to try to write an AU/AH fanfic, but this is my first so idk how it'll turn out. I'm sorry for yet another lame title. As you probably know by now, I suck at titles. Anyways, here's chapter 1, enjoy!

Magnus pov

I looked in the full length mirror I had gotten for my 12th birthday. It leaned against a wall in my already small room. Well, the room itself wasn't small, it was just that it was so full that it looked small. I had a giant walk in closet stuffed with clothes and shoes on one side of the room, and a queen size bed in the middle. A desk to do my homework was shoved in one corner, and my clothes and books were randomly strewn across the floor. The walls were glossy white, but a thin layer of glitter covered it, making it sparkle in a hundred different colors when the light touched it. My bed had bright yellow sheets, and green pillows. My desk was blue, and he had a red swivel char in front of it. Others thought of it as too flashy or too messy, but to me, it was the only place I truly felt at home.

I swept my gaze across the room one last time, making sure I didn't forget anything. As always, I hadn't.

"Magnus Bane, for the third time, get your butt down here! You're going to be late for school!" My aunt, Michelle, yelled from the kitchen.

"I'm coming, Michelle!" I screamed back, glancing at his reflection one last time before heading out of my room. My aunt had always insisted on him calling her by her name, she said being called Aunt Michelle made her feel old.

"Finally, jeez," Michelle said. "You take longer than a girl. I know you're gay and all, but seriously." She rolled her eyes.

I feigned a hurt expression. "I prefer to think of myself as bi," I sighed theoretically. She snorted and shook her head, but didn't say anything, instead choosing to usher me to the front door. This was what I loved about Michelle. She was light and carefree enough to kid around with. We were more like friends rather than having a strict guardian-child relationship. Not to mention that she had known I was gay - bi - longer than I had, and she couldn't have cared less.

"Have fun," she called after as I stepped outside.

"Sure, whatever you say," I called back, knowing that I wouldn't. I could almost feel her smile.

I headed to the bus stop, where I knew my best friend, Camille Belcourt, would be waiting for me. I trudged uphill towards the stop. It was only a few blocks away, but I hated walking in the morning, especially uphill.

As I walked, I moped about going to school. Sure, being around people, and hanging with his friends were always fun, but sitting in class and listening to teachers ramble on about things that I couldn't care less about made me want to collapse right there on the sidewalk and sleep.

After a while, I made it to the bus stop. I was panting slightly, but I cheered up when I saw a familiar figure sitting at the stop. She was gorgeous, with pale skin and blond hair that flowed down her back in long silky waves. As she looked up, her startlingly green eyes bore into me, as she tried to figure out why I was late this time.

"Hey, Camille," I said, smiling. "Sorry I'm late. Got caught up with something." I winced at my own lame excuse.

"What, your hair?" She gestured to my perfectly spiked hair.

"It was being stupid, leave me alone," I growled.

She laughed, just as the bus pulled up next to us. We hopped in. It was empty, save us and two other kids, who I recognized. One was short girl, with fiery red hair and pale freckled skin, while the other was a gangly guy with brown hair and nerdy glasses. I must have seen them somewhere around during passing period, because they both looked too young to be in any of my classes.

Camille and I chose our favorite seats in the very back. "Here's to another day in the 12th grade," I mock-toasted, holding up an invisible wine glass. She laughed and pretended to pick up a glass of her own.

"Cheers," she said as our fake glasses fake clinked together. I smiled as she pretended to guzzle her wine.

Camille and I parted ways as we set of to homeroom. We only had one class together this year, which was AP English. That kind of sucked, but I was starting to know more people in my other classes, and it had only been a month since school started. I was almost positive that I would have several new friends by the end of the year.

I walked into my homeroom. I had no 'friends' in this class, although I talked to a few people now and then. But my homeroom teacher was the kind that yelled at everyone who made a sound, so it didn't really matter.

Everyone was chatting with their friends, but when the bell rang, everyone shut up immediately. The teacher started to take roll.

"Magnus Bane," the teacher said harshly. It seemed like everything he did was harsh.

"Here," I said lazily. I briefly remembered the first day, and how everyone stared at me as I walked through the door. They hadn't stopped staring all through class, and this happened in all of my classes. Flashy wasn't enough to describe my closet. Flamboyant was closer. I smirked at the memory. I had soaked up all the attention, from teachers and students alike. They had more or less gotten used to his appearance now, since no one really stared anymore.

After homeroom, I headed over to Calculus. I hated calculus. Well, I hated all of my classes, but calculus was the worst. It was the same thing everyday; go over the homework, take notes, if there was time, start today's homework, and the occasional quiz or test. Sometimes it was so bad it gave me these awful, pounding headaches. Ironically, it was the only class I got A+'s on every test. I had like a 98% overall in the class.

Camille always said it was funny how I hated school so much, yet I always got straight A's. I didn't really see the humor.

When I reached the math classroom, I saw that most of the class was already there. I plopped down in my seat and opened my calculus textbook. Sighing, I flipped to the page we were taking notes on that day.

Suddenly, the door burst open, a someone came in. He has floppy black hair, and wore a once-black t-shirt. I couldn't see his face; he was talking to the teacher, his back to me, but his hair looked so soft and touchable, and those pale muscley arms!

I shook my head, clearing my thoughts. What was I thinking?! I haven't even seen his face, and I was already fantasizing about him!

"You can sit by Alice over there," The math teacher, Mrs. Tapis, whisper-yelled.

The new boy did as he was told, slipping silently into his seat. Alice smiled at him. I didn't see if he smiled back.

"Class, this is Alexander Lightwood, he will be joining us for the rest of the year. Make him feel welcome." Mrs. Tapis turned to Alexander, telling him where we were in the book. He nodded and flipped to that page.

As she started going over the last night's honework, I watched the boy look around at the people in the room. He looked extremely uncomfortable, as if he would rather be anywhere but there. I always loved being the center of attention, but Alexander, it seemed, felt quite the opposite.

I kept staring at him, and finally, he glanced in my direction. Our eyes met, and I found myself staring into the most gorgeous pair of sapphire eyes.

A/N: So what do you think? I honestly don't know where this is going, so if you have any ideas, please let me know. I'll probably just make it a genuine love story until something hits me. Oh, and I'm not going to give all the teacher's names, only the ones that are a little more important. I don't want it to get too confusing. So, sorry if I keep referring to someone as "the homeroom teacher" or something. And I'm not going to post another chapter until I get a few reviews, because I really want to know how this story is so far, and also to see if anyone's reading it. Sorry. But I still love you, and if you're bored in between updates, read my other fanfics. They are in desperate need on some love. Thanks!