Okay, I'm feeling nice so I've decided to update again. Hope this isn't too weird, I've added Magnus into the mix as well this time so watch out for some Malec! Please review, tell me what you think, any suggestions, etc. Disclaimer: I only own the plot.

Lu xxx

Magnus stared at the outside of St. Xavier's. Well, this was it. Magnus was a bit annoyed at the fact that he had had to change schools – he'd been very popular at Idris High in the next state, and he was really going to miss his best friend Camille. But it couldn't be helped. After what had happened after he had come out to his parents, the only thing he'd been able to do was get away. He'd managed to get an apartment cheap pretty easily, but it had been such a pain to get into the nearest school, especially since he didn't have the right papers or anything. And of course there was the issue of explaining why his parents weren't in the scene. But now he was here, and he hated to admit it, but the great Magnus Bane was… nervous.

Magnus shrugged it off. He'd never gotten nervous, not even when he was about to come out, and he was determined not to start now. Looking down at himself, he wondered if he had been a bit too flamboyant. He was wearing ripped, sparkly paint splattered skinny jeans and a black top streaked with glitter. His dark hair was spiked up and tipped with blue sparkles and his eyes matched with blue glitter and thick eyeliner. He'd even painted his nails in a shimmer. No of course he wasn't too flamboyant. Magnus Bane did not know the meaning of the word. He would not be controlled by social laws. He defined the social laws. But not here. Magnus bit his lip. Damn, he was worrying again. Sighing, he walked in through the double doors, determined to just get on with it. The first day was always the hardest, and hey, maybe there would be some hot guys here. Smiling, he went to get his timetable from reception.

Frowning, Magnus looked down at the day's schedule. Period 1 – English, Room 12B, Mr Carstairs. Then, he looked up and the corridor and frowned. He had absolutely no idea where he was going. There were no numbers on the classroom doors, not subject names. He hadn't a clue. Damn it, he was going to have to ask someone for directions. He had promised himself he wouldn't stoop to this level. But he couldn't help it. Time to bite the bullet. Magnus walked up to a tall surfer-type with his brown curls falling over his eyes.

"Hey, I don't suppose you know where Room 12B is? I'm new and I know bugger all about where stuff is." The boy looked startled, whether at being asked directions from someone like Magnus, or Magnus full stop. Regardless, he answered.

"Sure, just go down the hall; it's at the very end on the right." He shrugged and walked off towards girl with dark braids and another who looked like her head was on fire. Just before he got to then the bell went and he stalked off in a different direction. Magnus braced himself and walked towards the room that had been pointed out to him. It was time to face the music. He only hoped that he would make a decent first impression on these people. He wanted to get back into a loop, and fast.

Alec slouched back in his seat at the back of his English class, picking at a hole in his grey sweater. He was the only one on this row, and that was the way he liked it. Apart from Jace, Alec didn't have many friends – well, being best friends with Jace meant he had loads of friends – but he had always been a bit of an outsider. Being around too many people made him nervous and fidgety, it always had, and especially since he had figured out his sexual orientation he just preferred to be left alone wherever possible. Which was why he was so annoyed when the new guy decided not only to sit on back row, but on the desk next to his.

Alec was very taken aback by this new figure. For starters, he seemed to be entirely covered in glitter. Glitter on his jeans, glitter on his shirt, his hair, sparkles shadowing his eyes. Even his nails were caked in the stuff. This was a lot to take in, especially on a Monday morning. Then there were his eyes – they were startling, a golden green colour. Alec loved them. They were enchanting to look at – and staring right back at him.

"I see you have been taken in by my fabulousness." Alec turned a deep shade of red and turned away. The boy seemed unfazed.

"My name's Magnus Bane. Also known as Bane the Great, the Wonderful Magnus and Hats. But that's a long story." Magnus smiled at Alec, holding out his hand. Alec shook it tentatively.

"Alexander Lightwood. Most people just call me Alec." Magnus's smile widened. Just then Mr Carstairs walked in. Magnus sighed and settled down next to Alec. And Alec had to admit to himself, he liked the boy. Even if he had left glitter up his sleeve.

Jace was bored. It was the only way to describe it. Why he had chosen to take Geography, he had no idea, but it was a bad decision. Listening to some old fanatic rattle off facts about volcanoes just didn't push his buttons. At all. God, he was looking forward to lunch. He checked his watch. Ten minutes. Ten minutes too long. He sighed and decided to pay a little bit of attention to pass the time away.

Ten minutes on and Jace ran off to the canteen, having discovered that volcanoes were actually interesting and maybe he would pay attention next lesson. He spotted Alec almost instantly, chatting with a tall, glittery guy who Jace suspected was new. He raised his eyebrows at this. Alec didn't normally like to chat to people. He wondered what it was about this boy that meant Alec looked comfortable around him. He moved forward to find them locked in conversation.

"So then I said… Oh hi Jace," Alec said, looking up and seeing his best friend staring at him, "This is Magnus Bane. Magnus, this is Jace, my best friend. He's like a brother to me."

"Hey Magnus!" Jace smiled at him. He looked at the boy. "Nice nails." Magnus stared at them.

"Are you being sarcastic?"

"Maybe. You'll just have to figure that out for yourself." Magnus looked at Jace as if he was trying to work him out. But the look was wiped off of his face as soon as it had been placed there, and Jace wondered if he had imagined it.

"Anyway, welcome to St. Xavier's." Alec stared at Jace.

"Wow…was that you not being a jerk Jace?" His voice was tinged with sarcasm, earning himself a thump in the arm from Jace.

"I am never a jerk. How dare you suggest it!" Jace faked looking offended. Alec rolled his eyes.

"Come on, let's get some food, I'm starving." The three of them walked off together.

Clary was not impressed. Maia had insisted that Jordan sit with them for lunch yet again, and it was starting to wear down on her patience. All they seemed to do was look into each other's eyes with this really gooey expression on their faces, or talk about this date they went on, or some funny anecdote about their relationship that made not sense to Clary whatsoever. It was like Clary was losing Maia – not just because she was spending more and more time with Jordan and less and less time with Clary, but because she seemed to be almost changing as a person. She had taken almost as much as she could bear.

Just when she was about to walk off and sit somewhere else, Maia gasped loudly and ran off. Clary, who had been totally out of it, looked around – and located the source of the problem. There was a girl sitting on Jordan's lap kissing him furiously. He pushed her off, and as soon as the girl was out of the way she slapped him hard, leaving a livid red mark.

"You bastard!" She screamed at him, and ran off after Maia. Everyone was staring at this point. Jordan looked down at his plate, and began to fiddle with his food. Why had Annamarie chosen this moment to kiss him? He had called their relationship ages ago, before he'd even considered going out with Maia. She tried to sit on his lap again but he pushed her off. There was no way he would even talk to her again after what she had just done. Crap, he had been so happy with Maia, and now Annamarie had had to ruin it, hadn't she. He sighed, and raked his hands through his hair. How was he going to fix this?

Isabelle stared at the scene which had just unfurled before the entire school.

"Damn, what an idiot! Two-timing like that! Poor girl. I loved the way the red-head slapped him like that though. I like a girl with attitude." Simon just stared with his mouth open. Isabelle looked at him.

"Um, hello. Simon? Were you listening to me?" Simon shook himself out of his reverie.

"Yeh. Yeh, that red-head is my sister. Damn, I never thought I'd see Clary do that!"

"Whoa, she's you're sister? I didn't realise you had a sister! Is she in my year?"

"Yep. She knows who you are. Quite surprised that you liked me, actually." Isabelle poked Simon's nose with her finger.

"Of course I like you. You're smart, you're cute – you're funny. Just because I'm popular, does not mean I do not have taste." Simon smiled at this, and poked her back.

"Why thank you. I personally think that you are all of that and beautiful as well." Isabelle threw her arms around him at that, and he hugged he back. He gave her a quick peck on the lips.

"I can't wait for tonight! Where are you taking me? Please tell!" Izzy looked at Simon with puppy dog eyes.

"No way! It's a surprise. All I can say is that you will love it!" Izzy smiled broadly at him, almost as if she couldn't help it. It seemed so un-Isabelle. Or maybe it was just the real Isabelle shining through the façade. The bell went, and the pair went their separate ways, with grins still plastered on their faces.