Hating Magnus

Hallelujah! I finally have another chapter up. Whoa, bit longer than a week break, that must be a record for me. Sorry all, but I've been busy studying for my exams. Still am, but I managed to sneak one chapter in for the sake of all my lovely reviewers and loyal readers :)

Chapter is just a bit shorter than my other ones, but hey, a short chapter is better than none as I always say (well, since today actually).

Chapter Title: Preparations and Talks of Mind-reading (for a lack of a better title. At one in the morning, I'm entitled to not be creative).

WARNINGS: Well, people usually read stuff from the start so you'll probably already know my warnings. Just refer back. Same with disclaimer. I don't own anything. Only this retarded laptop that I write all my fanfiction on.

Okay, now on to the story.

Chapter Seven

Two weeks. Two effing long weeks. Aldertree may as well have sold my soul to the devil and it wouldn't have made any difference. The only way I can see myself returning is in a body bag. Whether it's by humiliation or Magnus, it's still to be decided.

"Oh come on, Alec." Jace said, as he helped repack my suitcase after he found out that I had merely shoved my clothes in there, making them wrinkle. He was now carefully folding them one by one and placing them in neat piles inside.

"It's not going to be too bad. You know, I would kill to have a paid vacation." He said if not a bit wistfully.

Well, I'm more than happy to give Jace my vacation – if my job wasn't at stake. I'm going to make Aldertree regret saying all those hurtful things to me, I swear it.

Jace sighed out loud, his eyes slightly glazing over. He was more than likely daydreaming about his own vacation.

"I could have worked on my tan," Yep, right on the mark, "and then Clary would massage me with lotion."

Wait a second, just backtrack there. Jace is still interested in Clary? Honestly, Jace never stayed attracted to a girl for longer than three hours at the very most. I didn't even think it was humanly possible for Jace to like a girl any longer than that. A big mistake on my part as it turns out. I had let him do whatever he wanted since I believed Clary was just going to be a passing fancy.

Well, I was wrong; who would have thought?

"Jace!" I hissed through my teeth and the blond paused slightly before he went back to packing like he never heard me. "Trust me when I say it's not going to work. She's like seven years older than you!"

I like to state things as it is and not beat around the bush. Sometimes, the truth is all that's needed; otherwise people would end up doing stuff they really regret.

"She's never going to see you as anything either than a little boy." I continued and it was probably true as well, if I'm assuming right on Clary's part. Jace is seventeen, she is twenty-four. Heck, Jace is barely even legal!

Jace made a humming sound under his breath, obviously in disagreement. "So? The moral of your movie is… TRUE LOVE is best forbidden!"

Geez, I think Jace missed the whole concept of the story.

Anyway, he must be sick or at least terminally ill with the way he kept sprouting stuff about "true love" and now I'm sort of worried. He shouldn't be left to his own devices with no one to watch him, especially since I will be on my "vacation". Maybe I should call Isabelle so she can keep an eye on him just in case Jace tries to confess his love to Clary by jumping in front of a truck or something.

It's not just for his sake of course. I'll feel sorry for whoever gets the job of scraping him off the road.

I have to say though; Jace did really well packing my suitcase. Now, it can actually close easily without anyone needing to step on it to hold it down. You're probably wondering what in the world I could possibly be carrying in my luggage. I've never paid much attention to what I wear – in fact, I only packed two pairs of jeans and three black shirts in there along with my beloved (and much worn) black/brown sweater and sleeping clothes. As for the rest of the things I'm bringing… well, let's just say I don't trust that Magnus won't be trying anything trippy so I brought stuff for self-defense. I saw Jace eyeing them when he was packing and he wisely didn't say anything. That's good – I have a paperweight in my hand and I'm not afraid to use it.

"Okay, all done." Jace finally said, shutting it and glanced at me. I was sitting on my bed cross-legged, watching as he stood up and smoothed a stray lock of blond hair back into place.

I'm jealous. Compared to his beautiful locks, my hair was cut jaggedly and sometimes (usually) stuck out in random directions. Isabelle said it was cute, but I don't think so. I'm a man and you don't use words like cute to describe men. Of course, obviously no one told Isabelle that.

Personally, I thought it was okay, considering that I cut it myself.

I glanced at the clock on the wall before I sighed noisily. Our chauffeur should be in front of our apartment in about ten minutes and then… It was the beginning of my doom. Cue in the thunder crashes.

I'll hate to think about what Magnus was going to bring. I can already think of glitter, tight leather pants and sequin shirts. I shuddered at the thought and picked up my suitcase, clasping it tightly in my pale fingers. And just so you know, it wasn't a pleasant shudder, okay?

I ran a hand through my hair and smoothed out my shirt. "How do I look?"

Jace raised a brow. "Like you're auditioning for a role in Oliver Twist." Okay, stupid question.

I scowled at him, narrowing him down with a glare which Jace easily brushed off with a laugh. Damn, my glares seemed to have lost its potency. Of course, he was referring to the countless times that I've been mistaken as a homeless teenager because of what I was wearing. It's embarrassing then a woman comes up to you, places five dollars in your hands and tells you to get something to eat. Jace thinks it's hilarious, but he's just an ass.

I mentally checked off the list of things I'm bringing, frowning when I felt as though I was forgetting something. Whatever it was, it was eluding me because no matter how hard I thought, I couldn't put my finger on it. I shrugged to myself. Well, it can't be that bad if I already have all my essentials.

At five minutes to, I reluctantly said goodbye to Jace. I really regret leaving him by himself – I'm worried that I'm going to end up coming home (if I survive) and he'll be lying dead in the kitchen corner after starving to death from heartbreak. But then again, that's probably just my paranoia speaking. I'm sure he'll be fine; he's one of the strongest guys I know. Even if he did cry in Titanic. Well… we both ended up crying on each other's shoulders during the movie... Okay, fine, excluding the incident with Titanic, he's one of the strongest guys I know.

When I made it outside the apartment, our chauffeur was already there, sitting in the driver's seat of the long sleek white limousine reading a newspaper. I walked up to the vehicle and the driver looked up to say something, but when he saw it was me, he shut his mouth with a click and went back to reading the paper. What was that supposed to mean?

I didn't like the driver already, but it wasn't like I had to talk to him or anything so I hopped in the back, pulling my suitcase with me and shut the door. Now all that was left was surviving two weeks in Magnus' presence. Sure, that can't be too hard. Of course, we must take baby steps at first. Magnus hasn't even arrived yet.

Twenty minutes. I've been sitting in the limousine for twenty minutes Magnus still hasn't arrived. Was he purposely trying to be fashionably late or something? He's just damn lucky that I'm a very patient person; otherwise I would have gone stir-crazy and driven our chauffeur to suicide. It wasn't helping that I saw a few women and cameramen prowling around the place, trying to not look obvious, yet at the same time, was obviously stalking outside Magnus' apartment, hoping to get a glimpse of him. And no, I'm not being spiteful because they barely gave me a second glance… okay, maybe a little bit. I don't like the attention, but it would be nice to be recognized for once.

Thirty minutes now. Would he just hurry up already? I just hope nothing happened to him. If he winds up dead or kidnapped, I'll probably be the main suspect – you know, sabotage and all that crap.

Disgruntled, I was about to go into an angry whirlwind of destruction when something bright and shiny walked out of the apartment. The sunlight reflected off it and – OH MY GOD, MY FREAKIN' EYES! THEY BURN!

It was so bright it was practically glowing and causing glares in the video cameras that were immediately pointed in its direction. Good grief, that glowing ball of light was Magnus. What the hell was he wearing?

Well, he certainly knows how to make an entrance. He was strutting through the crowd of people that had somehow congregated within the two seconds he came out and was waving to several of the women in a friendly manner and brushing his hand over a few guys shoulders as he passed, giving them a flirtatious wink. A handful of them looked horrified.

Hmm, I think they're straight.

Regardless of the amount of people that had amassed around him, he walked casually towards the limo even with hands pulling at him. Security guards popped out of nowhere to mollify the people and managed to subdue them to a more controllable level. Magnus climbed inside and took the seat across from me. He shut the door, and then suddenly, I could see again.

I frowned, taking in his clothes and his glittery makeup. Sure enough, his clothes certainly matched his flamboyant character. He was wearing a pair of rainbow leather pants (do people actually sell this crap or does he get it personally tailored?) and what seemed to be a shirt made of whitish silver rings linked together like chain-mail armor. And his hat… it was…

"Why are you wearing a top hat made of aluminum foil?" I asked flatly, crossing my arms and was looking at the aforementioned item with disdain visibly plastered on my features. Aluminum. Really?

Magnus tapped his nose and smirked conspiratorially, like he knew something that I didn't. I don't really know the inner workings of Magnus Bane's mind, so I can't really say.

"It's to keep the reporters from reading my mind." He said slowly with such a serious look on his face, I couldn't tell if he was joking or not. That's one of the things I have to say that I hate about actors.

Well, if I didn't think he was off his rocker before, I do now.

I gave him a strange look but didn't say anything. It seemed like he was attempting to be civil towards me so it's fair I do the same. I'm the bigger man after all.

After a few more seconds in his presence, I noticed that he didn't have any luggage with him and without thinking, I swept my eyes through the limousine, half-expecting to see a small carry bag hidden somewhere. But I didn't. It didn't seem like him though. Why would Magnus not carry a bag – I highly doubt his fortnight supply of glitter was going to fit in his pocket, unless, *gasp*, he's not going to wear any?

Magnus must have noticed my searching glance because he raised a perfectly sculptured brow. "I'm having my bags delivered directly to the plane. I didn't think there would be enough room in the limousine."

Not enough… The limousine was huge! Just how much was he planning on bringing?

"Fourteen bags."

FOURTEEN! I stared at him with alarm. And just how many bags were going to be filled with tubs of glitter alone?

You know, I also don't like how it almost seems as though he was reading my mind. God, I hope he's not like another Edward Cullen. He certainly sparkles like one – please, please no mind-reading!

Ah, I'm beginning to think I'm going to need an aluminum hat myself.

You know… for safety precautions.

Umm, not too much happening in this chapter either. Sorry for any OOCness, but hey! It's fanfiction :D

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