AN: just a language warning in here, will drop the f bomb- several times so if you don't like swearing skip or don't read. BUT DO REVIEW ANYWAY ;)
Magnus Pov.
"Magnus Bane, from a new student such as yourself I would expect a little more-" the bug eyed teacher stared me down, giving me the elevator eyes before returning to me face "-decorum when it comes to our dress code"
"Dress code?" I repeated as I leaned against my locker. I had barely been at this crap school for an hour and already I was getting picked on. By a teacher none the less! Thank god I was looking ridiculously sexy today or this stout teacher would find out very quickly why my last name was Bane.
"I wasn't aware there was a dress code Miss-"
The teachers bug eyes glared at me through her spectacles "Mrs Dorothea" she said so vividly that her nostrils flared.
"Really! You're married?" I asked bluntly actually surprised; with her short stout frame and the dress sense of a deranged gypsy it was any wonder she had even captured the attention of anyone, let alone long enough to trap them with her talons -which I was positively sure where lurking beneath her pea green shawl.
If it was possible her face became even redder and her nostrils flared so much I had to turn away for fear of seeing up her nose to her brain. "I would not like this, display of-"
"Individualism? Fabulousness?" I cut her off, collecting my gym gear as the horrid shrill bell sounded; the sound of my impending doom.
I could tell she was sending mental daggers my way "-Rebelliousness to happen again, is that understood, Mr. Bane?"
I pulled my shades over my eyes so she couldn't see me roll them. "Yes Miss"
"I would expect more from you, your previous school and mother have spoken so highly of you"
I abruptly closed my locker, slamming it shut with a flick of my wrist. How many times did I have to have this convocation? "Jenny is not my mother, she's my aunt"
Mrs. Dorothea stuttered at my blank tone "well I… I was under the impression…"
"-my mother is dead" I replied solemnly. Feeling slightly guilty as I anticipated her reaction.
A look of pity crossed her face. It squished up her eyes and made her lips poke out in a fish sort of way. I did not envy her husband. "I'm sorry to hear th-"
"Can I go now Mrs. Im going to be late for class?" I asked impatiently. I didn't care for pity, especially from someone who only minutes before was criticizing MY fashion. Besides. I was over it. It had happened a long time ago. I didn't even remember her, just parts of her, not even parts of her really just things she would do, say, sing. Come on Magnus no time to reminisce now!
Mrs Dorothea seemed just as uncomfortable as I was "yes, yes of course, on your way now"
I shook my head and turned down the hall glancing at the map in my hand that I had been given when I first arrived here at Idris high (AN: yes minus points for lack of imagination).
"And Mr. Bane?" she called just as I was about to escape down the hall.
My only indication of acknowledging her was that I stopped.
"I expect a more appropriate… outfit tomorrow is that understood?"
I smiled to myself looking down at my bright neon purple skinny jeans with a low chain belt, followed by a Beatles t-shirt over a mesh, fish netting sort of long-sleeved top, dam I did look good today.
"I wouldn't count on it Miss" I said escaping down the hall before i could get the verbal shit based out of me.
Honestly was I the only person in this town with fashion sense?
The gym or 'complex' as it seemed to be named was a large blue rectangular building complete with netball, basketball and badminton courses. It seemed where the actual school buildings got a low budget; majority of the money was spent on their sporting facilities. My steel studded black boots clicked along the polished wooden ground as I neared a group of students at the back corner. All of which where wearing the same drab black shirt and shorts that I was currently holding.
In the centre of the group of students was a tall man, fairly well built with brown hair and glasses the rested crookedly framing his blue eyes. He wore a simple plaid shirt and blue jeans and had the typical gym teacher whistle around his neck.
He saw me coming and waved me over a friendly smile on his face. He wasn't particularly bad looking, more of the ruggered good looks. But his blue eyes were nothing compared to the ones I had seen last night.
The ones I hadn't been able to stop thinking about since The Kiss last night. Yes in my books The Kiss was deemed worthy of capitals; The Kiss. Though what were the chances of Alexander being at the same school as me. About fifty percent actually considering that there were only two schools in this hill billy town.
"Class I would like you all to meet our schools latest new kid" he spoke so casually with the students, he was defiantly one of the rare species you would find in schools. One of the 'cool' teachers.
The entire group turned to face me; I mentally tossed up weather or not to strike a pose but thought better of it as I recognised not one but two people in the class.
Jonathan Morgenstern and that Spanish guy.
The ruggered teacher placed an arm around my shoulder as he brought me closer to the group; I purposely avoided looking at Jonathan and his buddy. Yer he would be furious at that.
"Everyone this is-" he left the comment hanging so I would save him the trouble of remembering my name
"Magnus" I said placing a hand on my hip "Magnus Bane"
He nodded enthusiastically, his arm still gripping my shoulder. "Now I hope you all make Magnus feel right at home in this class, and help him out if he needs it okay"
There were several mumbled Okays but that didn't really matter I was more focused on the intent glare Jonathan was giving me. God that guy knew how to irk someone.
The teacher released me and clapped his hands twice "okay I want girls on the left, boys on the right, we're going to have a dodge ball warm up before getting down to the really gritty stuff okay?" he announced to the class, some groaned some grew excited and high fived as the two sexes started to separate.
"I hope your not going to play dressed like that, Magnus" the teacher joked; I just noticed he was wearing a name tag, Garroway.
I smiled lifting my shades "not unless you'll let me?" I asked silently pleading with him to let me sit this one out, fitness wasn't really my forte.
He laughed before giving me a friendly shove towards what I assumed was the boys locker rooms "not today Magnus"
I sighed. It was worth a try, before heading to the locker rooms.
Some of my most treasured times were in the boy's locker room.
Guaranteed it wasn't this locker room per say, but locker rooms in general had shared some very good, and some very bad times, like the time I made out with my first boyfriend Steven in the locker room shower stalls or when I got to stay back and watch the entire football team strip, mind you that was in a completely none pervish way. God im not that seedy!
But this locker room resembled something that was just thrown together by a child playing with blocks; the bricks were either some putrid mouldy green colour or a shady red –two colours which did not go together- the shower stalls were defiantly not the same width or size and I wasn't even doing to mention the lack of room nor the Urinals.
I knew where I defiantly wouldn't be peeing in the future.
I quickly slipped out of my comfortable, sexy, lovely clothes, folding them up and placing them aside, chucking on the gross black and grey shorts and shirt. Before heading out to the court.
"Alright guys as I said before, girls on the left boys on the right, come on hustle people!" Mr Garroway said blowing his whistle.
I headed over to the Right side, ignoring the glares I got from some of the boys as I approached them, I stood a little bit away from the group, not out of fear but I really, really didn't like the smell of sweaty pubescent jerks.
"Hey, I think I remember you" someone said from behind me I turned and was faced with brown hair and eyes rimmed by dark glasses. It was the mundane boy.
"good for you" I said focusing on my chipped black glittered nail polish rather then what Mr Garroway was saying.
"You look a bit old to be in our year" he said scratching his forearm awkwardly.
"And you look awfully plain, haven't you ever heard of uniqueness? I hear it can suit all"
The boy rose an eyebrow at me "you look like a cross between the child catcher off Chitty Chitty Bang Bang and Sonic the hedge chog"
I laughed at his comparison which made the boy smile triumphantly.
"Good one" I said pulling a hand through my hair small amounts of glitter fell and landed on my shirt, at least it brightened it up a bit.
"What can I say I have my moments" he said outstretching his hand "im Simon Lewis, in case you didn't catch that last night"
I looked at his hand then back to his face, he wanted me to shake his hand?
"It's okay I don't bite" Simon said smiling. Hmm with a bit of work a hair cut, some fashion advice and some proactive he could be quite the attractive boy.
"Not a vampire then?" I asked shaking his hand.
He shrugged "not yet anyway" I couldn't tell if he was being serious or not, but I assumed that because he was grinning wildly that it was a joke.
"Oi are you two pansy's ready for this?" some guy called from the group. Simon flushed and turned around stepping just the tiniest bit away from me.
"Didn't you hear Mr Garroway Pike?" Jonathan said talking to the guy –who was apparently called Pike- as he emerged out of the group. He sneered at me with the Spanish guy by his side "this is the boy's team; weasel face and the fag don't belong over here"
Several of the guys laughed slapping Jonathan on the back, I just stood there watching the scene unfold some people were so immature. Jonathan stepped closer to me a dodge ball in one hand. I just smirked as he stepped even closer "-Mc Queer can go back to putting on make up and dressing up all faggy." There were several sniggers from the group Jonathan continued "I bet he dosnt even know how to use one of these" he said spinning the ball on his finger. Simon looked like he was actually scared of Jonathan. I looked down at the silver haired boy.
"I don't know about that-" I said, quickly my hand rose up and snatched the ball. I stepped back from Jonathan passing the ball from hand to hand. I grinned at his dishevelled face "-I have heard im pretty good at playing with Balls" and with that I threw the ball across the side of the pitch hitting one of the girls. She glared at me rubbing her arm as she walked off the field.
"You're out Christie!" Mr Garroway said before turning to me "Good throw Magnus!"
"Thanks" I said smirking at Jonathan, before turning on my heel and walking to the end of the boy's side away from them. Simon followed me jogging slightly to catch up to my long strides.
"Bane two, Morgenstern zero" he said smiling as I clapped him on the shoulder.
" Hey what's high school without a few enemies?"
"Alright that was a good game guys, I wasn't expecting it to take so long but the winners are the girls!" Mr Garroway said as the girls all squealed and jumped around hugging each other. The boys shot glares at me and Simon probably cursing our existence. Hey we didn't throw the balls at ourselves!
He turned to the guys team frowning "I'm a bit disappointed in you boys, you needed to work as a team" he glanced at me and Simon who stood a bit away. Simon rubbing his head where the ball had hit him several times and me who would probably wake up tomorrow with several bruises on my arms and one on my leg. Dam it I was sore. Who knew having rubber balls hurled at you could hurt so much?
"I think you guys really should focus more on being a team, and not turning on your own players" he scolded looking right at Jonathan who had dealt most of the blows to mine and Simon's faces.
"I'm sorry sir, I got confused. I thought they were on the girl's team!" Jonathan said with mock sincerity, the boys around him laughed and sniggered but shut their traps when Garroway glared at them.
"Alright all of you, hit the showers!" he yelled not at all impressed with Jonathan. As Simon and I started to limp to the locker rooms he called me over.
"Magnus? Can I speak to you for a second?"
"See you later" Simon mumbled rubbing his skull heading to the lockers.
I turned back and stood in front of Garroway looking indifferent.
"I just wanted to apologise on behalf of the guys" he said as he placed the cursed dodge balls in the bucket "they are actually great guys, just a little small minded"
I snorted "oh im sure they are just great"
Garroway placed a hand on my shoulder "hey, don't let them get to you, it's a small town, Magnus and not everyone is used to people being different"
I nodded saying nothing.
"They will get used to it after a time, and then they will leave you alone okay?"
"Thanks Mr Garroway" I said. I had got the same speech from my aunt 'don't give them any reason to single you out' "but really Jonathan and his brutes don't bother me"
"Call me Luke; Mr Garroway just makes me sound so… old"
I laughed shrugging "okay, thanks M…. Luke"
"And Magnus, if they give you any more grief come to me okay"
"yes, I will" no I will certainly not! I turned away and headed for the lockers egar to get back into my beloved clothes.
Luckily when I got in there no one was in sight. Good. The last thing I wanted was to hang around those brutes half naked. I slipped into my jeans, oh how I missed them, and pulled my mesh and beetles top over my head. Checking myself in the small cramped mirror, I was surprised my make up hadn't run from all that exercise.
As I turned to leave something on my back caught my eye. I whirled around to try and see it positioning myself in the mirror to see what it was.
'FAGGOT' the words were scrawled across my favourite Beatles shirt in big bulk black permanent lettering.
I stared at the black graffiti on my top for several seconds before it hit me.
"That bitch!" I yelled to no one in particular clenching my fists in anger. Oh Jonathan Morgenstern you just made your worst enemy. I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of wearing it. I stripped it off which left me with nothing but my bare torso as I began to storm out of the gym. And I sure as hell wasn't going to wear that sweaty grey gym top.
It was lunch time; he was on the football team. He would be on the football field.
I grabbed my stuff and made a start to the football field, I didn't need a map to know where that was.
You can't fuck with Magnus Bane and get away with it.
Alec pov.
"Come on Alec whats with you today?" Tyler asked as I fumbled the ball yet again.
"He had a big night last night" Jace smirked catching the foot ball as I hand balled it to him, before he kicked it back to Tyler.
"Shut up Jace!" I said shaking my head trying to clear the haze that had settled. I caught the ball this time before kicking it back to Jace but it went long and I heard him swear.
"Come on Alec! If coach sees's you slacking off-"
"I'm not slacking off!" I half yelled Jace shook his head fetching the ball.
Tyler came to stand beside me "hey man, I heard about last night"
My body seized up in fear, people had heard about me and Magnus?
"What! how?" I demanded feeling my face heat up.
Tyler looked at me like I was an idiot "dude the entire school knows"
I felt like grabbing him and shaking him. While I was mentally imagining killing myself in every way possible Tyler continued; "I mean, what Jonathan did was a low blow especially to you, I mean Jace. He can take stuff like that" he looked out to Jace who was jogging back with the ball "but you weren't even in the fight and he just hit you like that, that's low"
Oh god I was safe. He didn't know, he was talking about Jonathan. Not Magnus. I wondered what a heart attack felt like.
"Yer, he was a jerk but its okay, I mean he's always been… well… a jerk" I said relieved that I hadn't been outed. If I had god what would happen? What would I do about Aline?
"Speak of the devil" Tyler said glowering in the direction of Jonathan and the rest of his posse.
I turned to see the silver haired slime ball approach us laughing with Raphael like he had just invented the first joke.
"What's got you so happy Morgenstern?" Tyler asked sceptically usually Tyler was a pretty laid back guy but when Jonathan was around he tensed up. I think we all did. The only reason we all put up with him was because his dad was the principal of the school. Much to the dismay of the students.
Raphael's grin was widened "Oh we just…" Jonathan shoved him before he could finish flashing him a look that made Raphael's smile falter.
"Hello arse hole" Jace said coming up from behind me, I kept my eyes on the ground praying that Jonathan wouldn't see me. Anger was bubbling up in my chest, but I wouldn't do anything. I was me after all.
Jonathan spoke with fake superiority but even his anger was obvious "Jace, a pleasure as always. I just wanted to say no hard feelings about last night?"
"Oh what happened last night? That's it you and Pedro over there jumped me, all because I was just talking to your sister"
Jonathan tensed up; his eyes slitted his voice was low threatening "don't bring Clary into this"
Jace threw his arms up "well im sorry Jonny-" Jonathan visibly winced "-but Clary is already in this. Infact im seeing her Friday night, I would say your welcome to join us but I think threes a crowd"
Jonathan and Jace were dangerously close now making me think that there would be a repeat of last night Jonathan spoke his voice eerily calm "I swear to god! I will kill you if you touch her"
Jace just laughed making Jonathan even more furious "well you know what, bring it on"
"OI MORGERNSTERN!" the voice broke up the tense air that surrounded the group; I felt my heart speed up as I recognised the sultry and incredibly pissed off voice. It seemed Jonathan did too because his eyes went wide and he whirled around.
"Who the hell?" someone said, I could barley hear the rest over the blood pumping in my ears.
Jace smiled looking where everyone else was looking, only then did I pluck up the courage and confirm my suspicions.
Magnus Bane was storming across the football field towards us. His hands clenched and in one a red shirt with writing scrawled all over it. I had to do a double take with what I saw next. Why the hell was he half naked?
I felt myself blush more as he came close standing right in front of Jonathan. His pants clung low to his hips and I had to advert my gaze because I was staring. His skin was a cameral exotic gold and he was just lightly muscled… god he looked good.
Jonathan ignored him starting to walk away but Magnus followed, being a good head taller then Jonathan he looked very formidable. And still very half naked. I blinked thinking maybe it was some sort of trick, maybe what I had dreamed of last night was playing with my head. Magnus was wearing a shirt but my mind was imagining him other wise. I blinked again and still no change. I felt my mouth go dry.
"Hey im talking to you, you foul little prick!" Magnus said not having of seen me yet, I wasn't sure if I should feel happy or slightly rejected.
"Shit man he looks mad" Raphael said to Jonathan always whispering in his ear.
Jonathan faced Magnus then a smirk on his face "Please the fag can't do anything"
"Oh, I don't know about that" Jace smirked from beside me just as rapt in the argument as I was, though probably for different reasons.
Magnus breathed in deeply collecting himself before thrusting the shirt he was holding out to Jonathan "Do I even have to tell you how much this top costs? I don't think I should bother because your pathetic little brain couldn't even comprehend it"
"so this was why you were so happy" Tyler said as Magnus's shirt was shown off to the crowd, in large bulking permanent writing the word 'fag' was written over and over again.
A strange surge of anger flew through me, how Jonathan could do that to someone else! Especially Magnus on his first day here. I thought I wanted to punch Jonathan before but now, I really wanted to hit him, multiple times.
Jonathans smile wavered slightly as he became increasingly annoyed. He wasn't used to people confronting him when he picked on them "Look homo I don't know anything about your freaking faggy top, Okay? Now get out of my face!"
Magnus raised a perfect eyebrow "Ah, I see. So this is how it's going to go… well then" he almost looked like he was going to walk away, he threw the top on the ground and started to turn.
Several things happened at once after the top hit the ground.
Magnus's fist whirled around connecting with Jonathan's jaw sending him reeling back into Raphael who, not expecting the sudden weight fell to the ground Jonathan on top of him.
"Holy shit!" Tyler said excitedly as Magnus pulled back his fist, smiling a lopsided smile.
"Ah fuck!" came a cry from the ground as Jonathan scrambled off Raphael holding his chin
"Tyler do you have a camera I need to capture this moment" Jace said sounding like a little kid in a toy store
Jonathan scrambled up still holding his face "You fucking piece of-" he didn't get to finished because Magnus seemed to be starting again ready to lop him another one this one probably connecting with his nose.
I didn't even realise I had run to Magnus's side grabbing his arm stopping him for hitting Jonathan again
"Magnus!" I said holding him back.
Magnus's whole body seemed to un-tense at my touch he turned around to face me his face that was just moments before full of triumph and anger now was confused and incredibly hot "Alexander? What are you doing?" he asked looking down at me with those mossy green eyes
"Figures Alec lightwood would be here to save the day, acting the hero are we" Jonathan stood tall wiping the small bit of blood away from his mouth "well you know what your kind disgusts me, they shouldn't even let you in the school, in this town"
Magnus's eyes turned hard he faced Jonathan looking ready to actually beat the crap out of him "Yer? Says the guy who thought I couldn't beat the living snot out of him? You want more?"
My grip became tighter and I found the strength to actually pull Magnus away "Magnus that's enough!"
I pushed him in front of me making sure that he didn't turn back around as I lead him away. Practically pushing him from behind.
After several seconds of silence, and Magnus resisting walking away I grabbed his wrist and pulled him into the nearest guy's toilets.
"Give me your shirt" I said avoiding looking at Magnus, he was breathing hard as he rang a hand through his hair. He complied handing me the ruined crumpled shirt. I turned the tap on and stuck the shirt under trying to use my hands to scrub away the Black ink. But to no avail.
"What are you doing?" Magnus's voice was low but I could feel his breath on my neck, he was right behind me peering over my shoulder.
"Fixing your shirt" I said gruffly ignoring the fact that Magnus was so close, and wasn't wearing a shirt.
"Do you think anyone would mind if I knocked that prick down a peg or two?" Magnus asked offhandedly, he stood beside me looking in the mirror inspecting himself.
"Ah Magnus?" I asked looking down at the now soaking wet, grafittied mess of a Beatles shirt.
"Yes, Alexander" he said smiling slightly still looking in the mirror.
"Im sorry about your shirt, maybe if you wash it at home in some Dynamo… the stains might come out…"
Magnus laughed quietly "Thankyou for that insightful deduction Alec, I but im afraid it's long past repair." He looked at the shirt sadly taking it from me and placing it in the bin looking mournful.
"What are you even doing here?" I blurted out. Great Alec way to be sympathetic for the poor guy.
Magnus turned to me all traces of sadness gone, his eyes trailed from my shoes right up to my face meeting my eyes "Here as in this school? Or here as in one of the great mysteries that has plagued humanity since the dawn of time. Infact why are we here, begs the question of how are we here, are we just the product of a random occurrence of space, matter and chemicals, action and reaction. Or were we created for a purpose, by a God or some other enlightened being guiding our very lives in accordance to destiny. It is a great mystery don't you think…"
I stared at Magnus not taking in a single word he just said. I kind of cut out after he said plagued humanity. Something had caught my eye, something that made me blush a beetroot red, but I couldn't help but stare at the small silver bar that had been pierced through Magnus's right nipple. He actually had a piercing.
"Ah…" I said unintelligently cocking my head to the side. Would it hurt to get that done?
"Alexander?" Magnus said stepping close; I jumped slightly blushing like crazy. God I had been staring.
"Ah... Yer" I said looking away anywhere but at Magnus who was smiling widely
"That's called a nipple piercing, you can touch it if you want to instead of staring at it. Or better yet you could offer me your shirt" he said it so casually that I felt stupid for acting like it was a crime to be interested. I mean in the actual piercing. Not Magnus. Not that he wasn't interesting. It was just I liked Jace. And was going out with Aline. God when did my life get so complicated?
"Oh… umm would you like my shirt?" I asked ignoring his other comment.
"Yes, thankyou ever so kindly" Magnus said sarcastically.
I raised my arms up slipping off my sweater before holding it out for Magnus to take.
Magnus wrinkled his nose, stepping back slightly looking at my sweater as if it was some sort of disgusting creature, "I am not wearing that" he said completely serious.
"What? Why?" I asked looking down at my favourite black sweater; it may not be some designer thing but it was practical and warm.
"It looks like something a cat might have thrown up" Magnus said again seriously.
"Gee thanks" I said holding my sweater close. "I have nothing else to give you" I said starting to feel a bit self conscious about my sweater.
Magnus just raised his eyebrows gesturing to my shirt. I looked down at my black My chemical romance shirt.
"Oh" I said simply my ears turning red.
Magnus stepped closer I didn't like the way his eyes gleamed at me looking at my shirt expectantly "I do believe you owe me money Lightwood, think of this as a strictly financial exchange"
He did have a point, he was really kind last night. It was only logical to return the favour. "Okay… Turn around"
"what?" Magnus said confused.
I made a circle motion with my finger "I said turn around"
Magnus shrugged seeming disappointed "okay I get it, here im turning around" he said making a grand action of spinning around on the Balls of his feat crossing his arms over his chest making his light muscles more pronounced.
I sighed turning so my back was faced to him slipping my shirt over my head trying to control the rapid beating of my heart, this wasn't anything new, I had changed in front of guys multiple times. But why was it so nerve wrecking now?
"Do you work out?" Magnus asked curiously from behind me making me jump and drop my shirt.
"You said you wouldn't look!" I yelped quickly grabbing it, feeling incredibly self conscious.
Magnus seemed indifferent; he took no effort in trying to hide his sweeping gaze as he checked me out. I held the shirt up to my body covering my chest from his gaze.
"I never said that" he began stepping closer to me, I felt my breathing stop "I said I was turning around, which I did"
"you're insufferable" I groaned not liking the predatory look he gave me.
"And you" he said stepping towards me more, so much that I backed up before my back hit the hard cold wall of the toilets "you're sexy" he whispered standing just a few millimetres away from me. I remembered the way he was pressed against me last night, now was very much the same situation. I could feel his body heat against me and felt myself go ridged as the distance between us disappeared.
AN: and no more until you review! Ha how do you like them apples ;) yes I know im mean but oh well you'll survive! im hoping to get to at least forty reviews in the next two chapters, the next instalment is already written up so all you have to do is review to get more MALEC!
-Jes x