And as for all the typos that are in this story: 1) I type/upload from my phone. 2) I don't have a beta reader. And 3)I suck. So yeah.. Well here ya go, you filthy animals. ;)
And to Zenith-Chan: Yes. Yes I am a Jeff Dunham fan. Cookies for you for being the only one to notice the reference. I tip my hat to thee.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxx Alec POV:
As we walked down the hallway towards the stairs to go down to the lobby, the "trio" had assembled behind Iz and I. Ragnor had, along the way, come from his room and joined the trio as soon as we passed his dorm door; making it look as if he had just materialized from thin air and blended with them. Magnus was, obviously, in the middle, with Ragnor on his right, Camille at his left. Isabelle and I were sure they were watching our asses.
"So about your purple dress.. The one you wore to Adele's wedding." Camille's voice drifted up to us.
We looked back to see her with clasped hands and a pleading expression sent in Magnus' direction.
"No." Magnus said with a smug smirk, he unconciously reached out a hand to lace his fingers with Ragnors, "besides it isn't here, it's at the summer house."
I turned around, and had to force my mind away from the image of Magnus in a dress with his long, perfectly feminine, totally ilegally seductive legs. The thought alone was enough to send shivers down my spine.
"Are you all models?" Isabelle asked.
"Yes," Magnus said playfully slapping camille, "I model, act, sing, and I'm also an artist."
"I model, and play soccer," Camille said, glaring at Magnus for slapping her.
"And I model, act, sing, and I also play football, soccer, tennis, and golf," Ragnor said, ticking off fingers as he tried to remember all the activities he participates in, "And Alec, there's something pink stuck to your ass."
"I'll get it," Magnus said in a sing-songy sorta way.
Before I could react, Magnus had already reached down, and swiped the string off of my pants, using his whole hand, effectively groping me.
"Uhh... Thanks. I think," I stated blushing as I heard them all giggling behind me.
"Wait," Isabelle started confused, turning her head back to look at them, "you have a summer house?"
"And you know Adele?" I added on, also turning to look back.
"Yes..." Ragnor said, pulling his arm up around Magnus' shoulders, keeping their hands intertwined, "summer houses, beach houses, isolated cabins, winter houses... Each of us have those.
"And Adele is a cousin of mine," Magnus added, putting his arms around Ragnors middle.
I turned back around because at this time, we reached the cafeteria; we jumped to the front of the line. As we passed, a boy sneered and said "faggots". Ragnor stopped in his tracks, and slowly turned to the boy.
"You want to say that to my face, sweetheart?" He asked, in a threateningly seductive voice. (detaching himself from Magnus, who was trying to pull him back toward the food).
He stepped right up to the boy, got in his face and the boy audibly gulped. Ragnor chuckled lightly. By this time the two boys had an audience of both students and teachers alike, everyone watching and waiting to see what would happen. Ragnor stepped impossibly closer to this boy. So close that their entire bodies were pressed together in a way that a passer-by would thing that they were a couple having an intimate conversation. The boy was obviously holding his breath, and his face was flushed from the effort. He was looking up at Ragnor, who was 3 inches taller than him, with wide eyes. Ragnor magically managed to get a finger between himself and this kid, and ran it down the boys cheek, to his chest, over his stomach, and stopped at his hip. The boy let out a sound between choking and a moan, and unconsciously moved even closer to the older boy.
Ragnor chuckled again, a sound from deep in his chest, and smiled a predatory grin, "Gotcha," he whispered.
"What's going on here, students?" A deep voice came from the circle of spectators.
The crowd parted to show a curious looking Mr. Starkwheather.
Ragnors creepy grin in the boys scared face turned into a feral and down right terrifying scowl. He reached down and grabbed the boys left wrist, quickly twisting his hand, he broke it with a sickning crunch. The boy howled in pain, and collapsed to the ground He grabbed the boys throat with his right hand, and brought him up to his eye level.
"It'd be in your best interest to watch your mouth around me," He sneered at the boy, unceremoniously dropping him to the floor.
"My parents will sue! Well have all of your family's money!" The boy yelled up at him from the floor, cradling his broken wrist.
"Bitch, in case you've forgotten, I'm Ragnor fucking Fell," Ragnor snarled at him, snapping his fingers in a 'Z' formation, moving his neck, and his hand on his hip.
Kind of like Isabelle when she's pissed off. It'd be an amusing sight if this weren't such a serious situation.
"My father is an attorney, my grandfather is a judge, and my brother is a Lawyer. Motherfucker, get at me." Ragnor snapped.
The crowd went crazy. Students were clapping and laughing so hard they were crying, and rolling on the ground. Teachers were trying to get control of the crying students while trying not to laugh themselves.
"Alright everyone. That's quite enough," Mr. Stark commanded in his booming voice, quickly catching everyone's attention, and demanding silence, "boys, to my office. The both of you. Students, continue on with your breakfast, since you have already wasted 20 minutes of it.
Ragnor walkiled over to where we were all standing, taking his bag from Magnus' hand when he huffed in annoyance. He hugged Cam and Iz, and gave me a pat on the back and a wink. He turned Magnus, and the other boy just punched him in the chest playfully.
"You can never stay out of trouble," Magnus huffed, leaning his forehead on the chest of the taller boy, "you didn't have to do that, and I'm not going to visit you in jail. You need to get all those anger problems under control baby."
Ragnor wrapped his arms around him, " It's all for you," he whispered so only we could hear, putting two fingers under Magnus' chin, tilting his head up to look at him, "you've been through enough already, and I don't want anyone hurting you or Damien."
Magnus nodded, and tilted his head up to kiss him. They shared a sweet and tender kiss, to which I looked away from, biting my lip. I wish Magnus would kiss me like that... What am I saying?
"Magnus," Mr. Stark started when he and Ragnor had broken apart, "come here."
Magnus ducked his head, and walked over to his godfather.
"Yes sir?"
"Have you heard from Damien yet? I was expecting him to visit me yesterday when he arrived, but he never did."
'Damien?' I thought, 'who is this boy everyone keeps talking about?'
"His flight was rescheduled. He'll be here Saturday," Magnus said, adjusting his bag on his shoulder.
"Alright," Mr. Stark said, "have a nice day everyone."
He walked out of the large double doors, and we continued down the line.
"You know," I started, grabbing a plate of eggs for my tray, "I play soccer too."
"Really?" Camille said turning to look at me while grabbing an apple and placing it on her tray, "you look more like a basketball, or baseball player to me."
"I play both of those too. I'm thinking about trying tennis too." We all made our way to a table, trays in tow.
We sat down and ate in silence for a bit.
"Hey Alec," Iz started, twisting her apple stem, "have you called Crock since we left home?"
At her question I promptly spit my water all over the table.
"Geez Alec," Magnus said, whiping his arm with a napkin, "thanks for sharing."
"Sorry," I said to Magnus before turning to Isabelle, "why do you ask?"
"Because, Alec! Usually a boyfriend makes it a point to call and maybe TALK to his boyfriend every once in a while you know," she scolded, rolling her eyes, "he called me crying yesterday, Alec. CRYING! All because you've been ignoring his calls and texts for three weeks now."
I closed my eyes and sighed, pressing the heel of my hand to my eyes. I hate knowing I hurt him all the time.
"You have a boyfriend," Magnus asked incredulously, chuckling humorlessly, "didn't see that one coming," he rolled his eyes.
"It doesn't matter anyways. I'm breaking up with him today," I said, pushing my food around on my tray.
"Alec..." Isabelle groaned.