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"What do you mean they don't sell mangos here?" Jace snaps disbelievingly.
"Shh! Someone will hear you!" I whisper as inconspicuously as I can while students passing by start to give me funny looks.
"Good! The world needs to know about this outrage!" Jace cries, causing a few heads to turn and search for who made the outburst. I sigh, Jace and I are in the cafeteria and he has just discovered that they don't sell mangos here. Angel Raziel, help us all.
"Jace, we can walk to the super market across the street if you want a mango that bad," I whisper to him as I pull him to the side of the cafeteria where no one can hear him complain. I nearly swoon when Jace purses his lips in a child-like pout.
"I shouldn't have to walk across the street when this so called food establishment is perfectly capable of serving mangos."
"Jace, no school serves mangos. If you want to eat a mango for lunch, then you have to pack it for yourself," I tell him. Jace gives me a smirk.
"I bet you'd like to eat my mango for lunch," he says with a wink. My cheeks heat up beat red before I slap his arm.
"Jace!" I say exasperatedly.
"Fine, I guess that I can cope with the tragic fact that this horrid place, along with many other terrible qualities, does not sell mangos." Jace sighs in defeat.
I glance around to make sure that no one is looking before giving Jace a quick peck on the lips. He tries to pull me in and make it deeper, but I can't risk anyone seeing me making out with air, so I dislodge his arms from me.
"Come on, let's go get you something to eat," I say, nuzzling up to him.
I finally manage to get Jace to comply to eating a ham and cheese sandwich for lunch. After nearly five minutes in front of the sandwich stand he proceeded to try to pay for both of our lunches at the cash register and I had to quickly cover up the fact the floating money was appearing out of nowhere and making its way over to the lunch lady's hand. Let's just say that I don't think I did my already questionably image and favors after that little incident.
When the bell rings, ending lunch, Jace and I stand up, departing from Simon who had sat with us. I wave goodbye to Simon, wishing him luck on the test he had next, before quickly locating Jace again and stopping him from unzipping some poor, unlucky soul's backpack.
I walk into my history class silently, with Jace at my heels, purposefully trying to give me a flat-tire. I casually stop to look around, causing Jace to run into. I giggle at the "Umph" he makes before taking my seat. While Jace tries to sit in my lap I notice someone new who has a hoodie pulled up so that I can't see his face form this angle.
I shove Jace off of me and point to the figure. Jace narrows his golden eyes. His eyebrows furrowing in that adorable way that he does whenever he is deep in thought.
"Is that Alec?" He asks after moment. I stare at him hard, wow he must be having separation anxiety form his parabatai. I consider having Jace sit down and rest, until I recognize a ring on the figure's hand. The Lightwood family ring. Oh this can't be good.
I barely have anytime to recognize just how bad this must be until a glittered out figure strides into our classroom like a rock star. Magnus.
"Hello, children!" he calls, Jace and I look at each other with worry. Today Magnus is sporting black and purple stripped slacks, with a matching purple bedazzled blazer. His hair is spiked up every which way and his cat eyes are lined with sparkling black and purple liner. "I am Mr. Bane and I will be your substitute teacher for the next couple of weeks," he purrs.
"Is this real life?" I whisper to Jace.
"I fear that it is," he whispers back.
"So, I'll just take attendance and then we'll get down to business!" Magnus says with a flurry of his hands. I look around, is anyone buying this? Magnus doesn't look much older than us, and his outfit? Not to mention I highly doubt that he has his subbing license. This can't be legal!
Magnus ran through the list of names like a pro, until he reached me that is.
"Clare?" He asks, his cat eyes glittering with amusement. "Do we have a Clare Fray?"
"It's Clary," I mumble from my seat in the back, glaring into him with annoyance as he scans the room, avoiding my gaze.
"Clare-issa?" He asks, butchering my name pronunciation. From behind me Jace is laughing and I see Alec pressing his hands to his mouth as well. Isn't this just hilarious, I think sourly. Don't these people have better things to do besides harassing me?
"It's Clarissa!" I yell, causing the whole class to look at me. "But you can call my Clary," I add in a dead tone.
"Fabulous," Magnus replies with a wink. I roll my eyes.
Magnus finished off the list of names before addressing me yet again. "Clary? Would you be a dear and run the attendance down to the office for me?"
I grind my teeth as I haul myself form my seat and walk up to his desk. I snatch the paper from his hand as sassily as I can before walking out of the room, Jace right behind me.
"What are they doing here?" I snap at him. Jace shrugs nonchalantly, as if the shadow hunter world isn't slowly ruining my chances of getting in to college little by little.
"I don't know, but I think that it's great." He says. I glare at him before he scoops me up and kisses me like he is a man dying of dehydration and I'm his only source of water. After a minute I melt under his lips and start to kiss him back.
When we finally separate my shirt is falling off my shoulder and both of our hair is a mess. I smooth his down a little, loving the feeling of the soft strands in between my fingers before combing through my own curls as well. We walk the rest of the way in content silence, my hand linked through his. Angel knows that this boy is hard to stay mad at.
When we finally make it back to the classroom I am horrified at the scene before me.
"No, no. Napoleon wasn't that short. I mean sure he was shorter than average, but boy could he carry himself," Magnus says, fanning himself a little, making Alec have a tight look on his face.
I look to the class who is staring at Magnus with those "wtf" looks on their faces. I walked past him quickly whispering, "Talk about history like it says in the books, not like you were there. They can't know how old you are."
I sit back in my seat and Magnus gives me a nod of appreciation.
"Okay class, why don't you start working independently on the packets Mr. Whatshisface passed out last class," Magnus says, making me laugh. The class gets to work and I am suddenly having my suspicions confirmed that Alec has his invisa runes on when he walks up to Magnus and the two share a kiss.
After they are done, I walk up to them, packet in hand like I have a question. "What are you doing here?" I ask, feeling Jace wrap his arms around me from behind as my hands sit on my hips.
"I'm being your European history substitute of course!" Magnus replies with a glittering smile.
"You don't even," I start, when suddenly I hear a small meow. I look under his desk in bewilderment and see a small pet carrier with Magnus' cat inside. "You can't just bring Chairman Meow to school with you!" I cry.
"And why not? He's perfectly well behaved and has all of his shots," Magnus replies.
"That is beside the point, you shouldn't even be here!"
"I hate to repeat myself, but again, why not?" Magnus questions.
"You don't know how to teach, and you need a license for these things!" I point out.
"Dear Clarissa, who is better suited to teach a history class than someone who actually lived through it?" He asks,
I glare at him before releasing a huff. "Touché, Magnus," I say. "Touché."
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