Disclaimer - All characters belong to Cassandra Clare.
"Clary! How was sport?" I jog up to the redhead in my seven-inch heels, as they clank against the hard floor.
"Alright. I managed to get hit in the head with a soccer ball." She tells as she points to the small bump on her head as she holds an icepack against it to stop it from swelling. She seems to be worried, like something's going to come out of nowhere and hit her any minute.
"That's sucks. Who kicked it?" I question curiously.
"Some blonde chick called Kaelie I believe." She mutters. Kaelie! Kaelie is the one responsible for Clary's new injuries. I loathe the bitch. She's always sulking up to the boys. You could say she's the school slut, but also the most popular girl in school. Then there's her best friend Seelie. With her long scarlet hair and piercing blue eyes, as clear as glass. There's something mystical about the way she walks and acts. She's extremely good at manipulating people. It's probably why Kaelie and her are such good friends.
"We're going to make that bitch pay." I firmly state.
"What? No! It's fine really, Isabelle. It was just a little accident. I'll be fine." She panics at the idea of me getting revenge for Kaelie's little act. I don't understand why she's so worried? It's strange. I hope Kaelie didn't threaten her, though Clary seems strong enough not to give into those sorts of things. It's one of the reasons I like her so much already.
"Okay if you're sure. Do you want to eat outside in the sun? It's a nice day." I ask changing the topic since she seems uncomfortable. I watch her shoulder blades loosen as I let the topic change.
"Yeah outside would be nice." She sighs. We set out with our materials for next period and bring our lunch along with us.
I manage to spot Alec and the others sitting outside for lunch easily. I notice when I plop myself down next to Alec, Clary the new girl is staring at me interestedly again. I can't help but smile. She drops her gaze when she realises I've caught her staring.
"It's okay to stare." I tell her. She looks back up at me and blushes.
"Sorry." She mutters.
"No, it's alright. People always stare at me, expect when you stare at me it's different. You don't seem disgusted with me." I cocked my head to the side trying to comprehend what her gaze had meant.
"Why would I be disgusted?" She asks. She doesn't seem to know that I'm bisexual.
"Maybe because I'm bisexual." I state. Her expression doesn't change. I guess she already worked it out that I wasn't straight with all the glitter I wear and the nail polish. That's the main point why I dress the way I do. To express I don't care what other people think, and that I'm proud to be Magnus Bane.
"What's wrong with being bisexual? You and Alec make a cute couple." I hear Alec in the background choke on his drink as Clary says those last few words. Alec wanted our relationship to be a secret, but I don't think it's going to stay a secret for much longer.
"We actually do!" I can't help but smile in glee. " So why were you staring at me again?" Still hoping for an answer.
"I was imagining if I was drawing you." She blushes, embarrassed by the thought.
"You want to draw me? You could've just asked. Just tell me when you want a model and I'll be there." I wink.
"Really? You'll let me draw you?" She asks again, clearly unable to believe her luck.
"Yeah. I said you could." She truly seems so motivated about drawing. I wonder how good she is, and what kind of drawer she is.
"Maybe one day you could over to my place and I could draw you then," she suggests. I humbly accept the idea and plan to go to her place in a couple of days. It'll be interesting to see the product.