AN: Hey everyone :) this is just a little ficlet that I randomly came up with, originally it was for my own story but I saw so many similarities between my characters and the malec relationship so I just had to post it here! I have been on the fan fiction site for a while but I have only recently signed up and started to submit my own stories im a complete noob to all this so please go easy on me, in my opinion any review is a good review but if you have something bad to say about my story then say it nicely :) im just trying to improve my writing and get out all of my Malecy vibes.

I know what you're thinking ANOTHER HIGHSCHOOL FIC? And im not going to bother in telling you 'it's different then the others' or 'more special' its just a little test to see what criticism, reviews I get. There are no guarantees that I will continue on with this story. That decision I leave up to you fan fiction appreciators!

Disclaimer: As known nothing from the mortal instruments books belongs to me it belongs to the angelic Cassandra Clare, if it did belong to me I would have had WAY more malec in city of fallen angels!

Alec P.O.V

He was muscular, I had to admit that. The way the camera lighting hit his bare chest giving it a brown sheen was… nice. His well toned abs and, muscular arms poised above him in a pose that suggested that he didn't give a shit. How the faded blue jeans clung low to his waist revealing just the right amount of skin to make you want more… this was also… well nice.

Nice wasn't the word I wanted to use, but it was the only word I would allow my mind to think; I couldn't possibly think the words sexy, alluring, and hot.

Dam I just did.

"Hey Alec? Are you even listening?" Izzy asked tapping me on the shoulder. I whirled around trying to hide my blush as I placed the muscle magazine back on the rack, hoping she didn't knowtice me ogling its cover. "Ah sorry what did you say?"

Izzy looked up at me and rolled her eyes; she was my younger sister by only one year but always managed to act more like a rebellious teen then I did. She always had a habit to ramble on about some sort of new fashion trend or some other trivial thing. I tended to nod occasionally just so she would think I was listening. She was great though, a little more adventurous and louder then me, but who wasn't. She always wore clothes that would turn heads, im pretty sure she would turns the heads of anyone even if she was wearing a garbage bag. She just had that talent to make anything the newest accessory or must have item. Something I didn't get.

Today she was sporting the whole heroin look, a short flowing white dress with a leather jacket, the dress clung to her hips and flared out, she had wrapped around her waist an almost black whip like belt and to top it off long almost knee length leather boots. Apparently not less then six inches. I had to admit she looked good.

But she was my sister and if any guy stared at her for too long I would… I would…

I would do something, when the time called for it.

She ran her crimson painted fingers through her long black hair that was swept to the side "I was only just saying that have you got plans tonight? I was thinking we could finally find you some new jeans-" she looked down at the holes in the knees of my favourite jeans smirking "-unless you're too preoccupied with the boys tonight"

I think I blushed harder and sent her a death glare knowing what she was getting at "no im not, there was a party or something on tonight at Tyler's but I don't think I will go…"

Kats hazel eyes bugged out of her skull "WHAT!" she almost shrieked sending me back a few steps.

Several people in the shop turned our way so I grabbed her arm and ducked behind a shelf containing several packets of chips, my stomach growled eagerly and I remembered why we had risked coming to the 'corner shop', which due to school rules was out of bounds.

"Sorry you're going to have to screech louder, I don't think the aliens on Mars heard you"

She slapped my arm playfully but returned to her serious intent stare that made me feel a lot younger, then her. She got that glare from my mother who had perfected it into an art form.
"There arnt aliens on Mars Alec, their way thurther out, and anyway what are you doing declining an offer to a party!" she said eyeing the chips I was just before, she grabbed two and headed towards the counter me in tow.

"I just don't think it would be a good idea that I went" Izzy gave me a look flicking her black hair aside "Besides mum and dad would never let me go, let alone you" I tried to shrug it off, praying she wouldn't pursue the subject; Parties were not my thing, drinking and being in a strangers house surrounded by more drunk strangers was not my idea of a fun time. I would much rather be at home, playing on my x box or having a movie night with Max, I would much prefer to watch Naruto, then look after my drunken sister all night. I didn't get the appeal of parties but it seemed that, to Izzy, I had committed some sort of sin. I felt my stomach drop sinking low in my gut.

Izzy frowned at me for a second in confusion; she thrust the chips and various other confectionaries onto the counter before turning to me. I could almost see the clogs in her mind turning with an idea.

"Mum and dad are working late tonight"

"As usual" I muttered sourly she continued

"we would be home before they would even notice, we could just stick max in his room with a T.V and a few Manga movies and he would be alright for hours" the old man on the other side of the counter smiled and muttered something like 'kids these days', Izzy oblivious to this pouted her bottom lip and put her hands in the prayer position begging me with her eyes "please, Alec, please for me"

"I have homework tonight, I can't" I rebutted weakly. Izzy saw through my lie easily, as always I was the worst liar in the world.
"Bull! You never have homework, somehow you manage to do it all in class"

I smiled slightly at her shaking my head, "it's because I actually pay attention in class" she frowned and the shop owner found it appropriate to but into our convocation.

"That's just five dollars thanks" he said raising a wrinkled hand out to Izzy, her eyes flashed to her, more then likely, empty purse then back up to me. "Alec do you have a five I could borrow?" it was my turn to roll my eyes; I fished out the five dollar note and slid it over the counter, the man smiled at me before turning his attention to the till.

Izzy grinned and collected her food, which in my opinion looked like way too much for a girl of Izzy's thinness to eat. She thanked the man as we exited the store; and sat down on the seats outside, usually there area would be packed but it was the first day of a new term which meant hardly anyone would attend school for at least a few days, we had the shiny cheep looking chairs and chewy infested table to ourselves.

Yay.

Izzy greedily opened the first of many packets of chips and offered me some, I shook my head.

"look Alec ever since we found out you have fancy foot work" I groaned at her phrasing, fancy was something I defiantly didn't want to be associated with, she ignored my groan and continued "you have become popular! Do you know what that means?"
"not really" I said truthfully, I would be the first to admit that now that I was apparently popular and 'the rising star of the foot ball team' I had been getting a little bit more reconignition, I would even go as far as to say I was becoming known, I mean no longer was I shoved aside in the halls, people actually moved which was, different.

It unnerved me actually.

Izzy threw up her hands seemingly exasperated "people see you in the hallways, they want to talk to you, be your partner in science, and you my friend are a local celebrity" I flinched every time she emphasised 'you'. I didn't want to be popular I wanted to go unnoticed, but since my forced début on the footy field I was shoved into the spot light when all I wanted to do was crawl away behind the curtains in the darkness and go unnoticed.

"Maybe I don't want the attention" I muttered Izzy looked at me with pity.

"We both know why Alec, but seriously that's why you need to get out more, so you can get less of this" she gestured to her chest "and more, well-" she smirked waggling her eyebrows. "Isabelle!" I said covering myself embarrassed she giggled at my flushed face "What it's true!"

I glared at her and stole one of her chocolate bars unwrapping it and taking a large bite she almost growled at me but mouthed 'arse hole' before protectively placing the rest of her horde in her small black apparently 'expensive' purse.

"Look, I will think about the party tonight okay?" I said just to get her off my back, I wasn't really considering, I mean, me a party, especially a party with upper year levels. My own class scared me enough with out having older more, experienced people to avoid.

People who could quite possible see through my façade.

"Good" she nodded satisfied, hopefully she would drop the subject but I doubted it.
"I can't help but think that your just using me to become popular" I muttered she laughed finishing off her packet of chips.

" dear brother im already popular, im just using you to meet more mature guys, and besides I know how much you need to get loose, maybe alcohol will-"

I raised my hand infount of her face "No!"

"But-" she began her pro underage drinking debate but I cut her off with a stern glare;

"No, alcohol is just a way immature people try to feel older but in reality wake up with massive hangovers"

She knew I wouldn't budge "Okay, not alcohol, Mr. designated driver" I couldn't even drive properly yet, my parents had never thought to teach me.

"Will you be drinking?"

"I don't know" she shrugged "maybe"

I frowned but Izzy smiled cheerily standing up and brushing the crumbs off of her lap "So I'll see you after school to make a battle plan"

"You make it sound like we're going to war" I too stood up and slung my bag over my shoulder.

She laughed before heading off to her own classes " trust me your going to love it"
"I didn't say I was going yet" I called back.

She just smiled and crossed the road disappearing into the half modern half under renovations plot of land that was my school, I sighed crossing the road and heading in the opposite direction.

I wasn't going to that party.