CHAPTER 3

Magnus PoV

"I don't know if Steve told you about the reason we wanted to make the article?" Maia Roberts asked me while we walked through the WB studio. I was trying to put attention to what she was saying, but I was inside the fucking Warner Brothers studio! She was supposed to be happy that I wasn't having a total fangirl moment.

"No, he just told me to interview him." I managed to say totally not masking my dislike for the idea.

"They handpicked you, didn't they?" She looked at me with her arms akimbo.

"I'm not going to lie to you so yes. They picked me because I don't really like your golden boy." I sighed knowing that for now, I was in a position of power and I loved every bit of it.

"I suspected that they would do something like that." She nodded before starting to walk again. "That is exactly why I decided to bring you here, from day one."

"What am I supposed to see?"

"The beginning." She walked me through a door at our left. It was a small room, it contained chairs directed to a huge window to my left. Once I was fully inside, I saw that the window showed another room. This one had a pair guys sitting facing each other. The one at my left was none other than Sebastian Verlac, a charismatic young actor that had gained quite a good reputation by his works in various independent movies. Sundance was where good actors were found, not in the huge box-office movies. I had no qualm against the guy, he was a good enough actor that could really make something big with some more years of experience and the right role.

"What am I supposed to see Miss Roberts?" I asked turning to look at her.

"We just saved the production for Eros, the new Christopher Nolan movie. And this is the first script rehearsal." I frowned. Eros, where had I heard that before?

"It's from the book, with the reporter and the serial killer…"

"Yes, the guy they had picked to be the hunter was a total failure. They made a couple of scenes for the producers and they kicked him out…poor guy."

"And after that, their best option was a class C action hero." She glared at me and I shrugged. Well I did tell her that I didn't like her guy.

"Maybe it's not his kind of movie, but he loves the book and he's set up on having that part."

"Well I know some people that are in love with the book and The Hunter; that will hate him having the part." Like some blue eyed cute emo guys.

"Will it kill you to give him a chance?"

"I'm here, aren't I?"

"Just remember that Alexander convinced THE Christopher Nolan. He found Heath Ledger's talent before most people. So how about a bet?"

"I'm listening." I raised my eyebrow.

"When Alexander proves to you that he is the best for the part. You will write in your article exactly that. You will write that you hated him and how he turned around your perspective."

"Yeah, yeah, if that happens I will do it. But when I see that he is no more than what I think him to be, I will bash against him with all I have…are you ready for that? Do you think that much of your 'golden boy'?" She narrowed her eyes at me.

"I am. And now we're preparing to start shooting next week, so the guys are rehearsing the final scene…poor Alexander, he had to go down almost 60 pounds and learn how to smoke for this scene only."

"How to smoke?" I raised my eyebrow.

"He hates smoking with a passion…and he actually learned to smoke just in time to get here. And even worse, they are Malboro reds and those things are the complete devil!" She passed a hand through her face. "I told him we could use light or mentos but he loves the book so much, that he wants to get every little detail done." I blinked and turned to the window. First, I saw that next to the guys was a table and on top of it, a pack of Malboro reds. Okay I could give her that, those things were awful.

They need to be these, might as well get used to them.

I shook my head remembering those words, blue eyes would be so disappointed when he learned that his hero would be played by fucking Alexander Lightwood.

"Looks like they're done for now. I will tell Alexander that you're here." Miss Roberts proudly announced just as my eyes traveled from the table to a pair of pale and skinny arms. They were decorated with black marks, runes; that almost glowed against his porcelain skin. He was wearing ragged jeans and a t-shirt that looked a little too big on him. Finally, and just because I couldn't hold back any longer, I looked at his face.

"You fucking bitch." I growled low feeling like somebody had punched me in the gut.

An interview he said, more like a casting.

Fucking fucker son of a bitch! If I could think that I couldn't hate Alexander Lightwood more than I did, I would…I would…well I didn't know what I would do, just that I fucking hated him even more now.

"Hey Maia!" He suddenly yelled while I tried not to grind my teeth. "I might be on a diet but I need to eat! If my insides keep groaning, I'm going to make Seb here deaf! And even if I'm fairly sure of my histrionic abilities to make it work, I don't think the producers will be as calm about it." This was accompanied by a couple of laughs from Sebastian while I tried hard to get my head clear because I was trying to get over the idea of the cute guy at the airport and Alexander Lightwood being the same person. Just thinking that my shy and awkward blue eyes was the same as the cocky bastard that was currently sauntering towards the window and obnoxiously knocking on it made my brain hurt.

"Might was well take a break." She shrugged punching an intercomunicator. "Also, there is someone here that is dying to meet you."

"Oww Maia my dear, remember to tell them that I charge for autographs and photos. They can't see Hollywood's golden boy just for free!" He shrugged giving the window a winning smile before he turned around and waved goodbye to Sebastian. Poor guy, having to tolerate this clown…I grinned, Miss Roberts will be losing that bet in shame.

"Just get in here star!" She told Alexander before he gave her a thumbs up and walked to the small door next to the window to go inside the room we were in. "How did you feel with Sebastian?"

"He's a nice guy, can't compare with my talents but I think we'll be able to make do." He raised his shoulders and winked at her.

How can blue eyes and this boozo be the same person? Would it be much to ask for him to be the good twin or something?

"I'm glad you liked him. Now, Alexander I want to use this opportunity to introduce Magnus Bane to you, he will be the reporter that's going to follow you these two weeks for the article I told you about." He nodded while he read what it looked to be a script.

"Yeah, yeah I will…" He looked up and froze.

Surprise, surprise dickbag.

"The cashier at the gift shop will be so sad when she finds out that it really was you, and you denied her the golden opportunity of taking a selfy with you." He opened and closed his mouth while his eyes widen.

He took one step back.

"Y-you…" I narrowed my eyes hating how that deer in headlights look made me feel, like I was a bad person for not telling him whom I was. He was the one that lied to me and had probably been laughing on the inside as I bashed against him. "I-I…" He sounded his throat as his ears turned pink…and fuck me if that didn't do some interesting things to my insides…fucking shit. I had to remember whom he really was, he was no longer my cute shy blue eyes. He was Alexander fucking Lightwood, a low class nobody that had fooled me. "I need to go to the toilet. Please excuse me." He told us before turning around and…going right into a wall.

Oh this was gold.

I didn't even try to stop the laugh that crossed my lips. Served him right. Then, the guy just took a step back and practically ran outside the room…God, where were the cameras when you truly needed them?

"Did you…already know each other?" Miss Roberts asked frowning.

"We saw each other at the airport. I didn't recognize him."

"Yeah, he has this special ability of turning invisible when he wants to be. He told me that he was stranded in Dallas, were you in the same flight?"

"Yeah, the weather made both of us late I guess." I shrugged absolutely hating my life at the moment. It had been a while since I had seen someone that made me feel something other than boredom. Ever since Camille, I had been in a complete state of bleh. And then I had seen blue eyes, it all had been so interesting and easy with him…why, oh fucking why did he have to be the same person as one of those people I couldn't even stand in a conversation? And I had just witnessed it. The overconfidence, the arrogance and all those qualities that I hated.

"Come on, let's get some coffee while we talk about some ground rules."

"Ground rules?" I asked feeling a little too distracted for this. My mind kept replaying our time at the airport, like it was trying to merge the idea of those two together from all available angles.

"Alexander likes his privacy, so there are some things that he won't answer even when pushed…"

"He told me that he was a sister and a brother…could Isabelle and Jace Lightwood be related to that statement?" She twitched…oh yes they were.

"No personal or family questions."

"Oh I'm good with knowing that special scoop." I winked at her just as I remembered being at the gift shop with him. He had looked so happy while he chose a snowglobe for his sister…he looked calmed and good and he had…

He had…

HE had fucking eyed me in a cowboy hat.

Well, this kept getting more and more interesting by the minute.

Alec PoV

"Answer, answer, answer." I implored as my hands grasped the restroom sink. My breathing was too fast, my heart was going crazy…this could not be happening. "Please…answer the fucking phone." I let my head drop knowing that if Isabelle was as mad as I thought she was, she wouldn't answer any of my calls for a while.

"What?" I jumped hearing her voice and ended up knocking my head on the mirror.

"Yes, yes! Sorry, you startled me." I glared at the mirror while I touched my sore forehead. "H-how are you?"

"Why is the golden boy of Hollywood calling me? Last like you were clear enough that you were 'not in the mood' for me."

"That's not what I…I-I'm not the golden boy Izzy. I-its just that…"

I need someone that knows me…not…

"Sure you're not. Maybe you should call Jace he…"

"There's a guy!" I yelled then put my hand on my mouth while I looked around hoping that no one had heard me.

"…a guy." At least she sounded less violent now.

"Yes…and…and…Izzy he…knows who I am." I felt my body tremble at the mere thought of it. This was not supposed to happen. Much less with someone from the media. This was going to end so bad for me.

"Everybody knows Alexander Lightwood."

"No, Izzy…he knows me. Well, until ten minutes ago." There was silence at the other side of the line.

"I'm confused." She spoke slowly.

"I was at the airport, trying to hide from everybody and he didn't recognize me…so we talked and shit…Izzy, he's a reporter."

"And what do you want me to do? You got this all on your own for being a total fake to begin with." I winced at her words. "I need to go. Bye Alexander."

"I-its…" She hung up. "Just Alec." I sighed closing my eyes.

This was not going to end well.

Yesh! Alec PoV at last! Hahahaha God I missed my Alec baby :3

So, yes short, I've been really busy with work but I hope I can update soon enough.

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