A/N: So school's almost out! On the other hand, it's finals week, which is why I'm being so inconsistent. Sorry guys. Thank you all for your fabulous reviews! They made me so happy when I read them after I finished my paper for One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest last night. Thank you thank you thank you!

I'm sorry I didn't reply to all your reviews individually like I usually do. I'll try to do better this time!

Disclaimer: The characters are Cassandra Clare's. The plot is mine and Cailee's. The reviews are yours.

Alec could not believe his luck. Just this morning, he had felt fantastic; he had slept well, avoided a poisonous breakfast, lost some of his jealousy, and had a gorgeous guy waiting for him at school. And now, he had what? The same gorgeous guy who was onlyh using him. A day gone to hell. Oh, and his jealousy? Yeah, it was definitely still there, with a vengeance.

He had been looking for Jace; he needed the car keys and Jace was always the one who had them during school, due to the fact that he was always the last outside after the day was over and he didn't want to be left behind. Alec found him. Actually, he found Jace and Clary, in a… compromising position.

Any hope that he was truly over Jace—or even sort of over Jace—went out the window. In his mind, Alec screamed and kicked over desks and pulled out Clary's pretty red hair and punched her mouth that was where he wanted his to be. And then he kicked himself for thinking that sort of thing. In reality, he clenched his fists and coughed loudly.

The couple pulled away from each other so fast, Alec half-hoped that Clary would get whiplash. She did look a little dizzy as she turned as bright red as her hair. Jace covered up his annoyance at the interruption by lounging carelessly against the wall Clary had been pressed against seconds before, assuming a supremely bored expression.

"Do you need something, Alec?" he asked curtly.

Alec took a deep breath and counted to ten to keep himself from screaming his rage and frustration and disappointment. "Yeah, the keys," he said in a barely controlled voice.

"Why?" Jace frowned.

"I'm going home."

Now Jace pouted. "How will I get home?"

"Get a ride from someone else," Alec snapped, snatching the keys that Jace tentatively offered.

"Jeez, okay. Are you sick or something?"

"I'm fucking FINE!" Alec's control slipped. He took another lungful of air, trying to regain it.

"If you were fine, you wouldn't be going home halfway through the day," Jace pointed out, unfazed. "What, is this about some guy?"

Alec gaped at him for a moment. Jace didn't even know—there was no way he could know!—that Alec was gay. Right? But somehow it seemed that Jace did know, and that scared Alec to death. However, at that moment, his presence of mind wasn't really, well, present. "No, it is NOT about some guy," he spat. Magnus's sneering face filled his mind.

"Is it about me?" Jace asked.

Alec sort of lost it at that. Who was Jace to be asking these things? Maybe it was about him, but it wasn't any of Jace's business anyways! Besides which, it pissed him of even more that he cared who Jace made out with. "Not EVERYTHING is about YOU, Jace Lightwood!" Alec yelled. He slammed his way out of the classroom, hissing expletives his own father probably didn't know under his breath.

"Wow," he heard Jace say from behind him. "It's usually me who storms out in fits of rage. This must be a really shitty day."

Magnus fully intended to use calculus class to apologize to Alec, proving that, contrary to popular belief, we do use math in our everyday lives. By sixth period, he was very close to desperate. Alec's furiously hurt expression seemed to be burned into his eyelids. He never got so attached, especially not to someone he had never so much as kissed, let alone slept with. But maybe all that proved was that he was nearly as much of a slut as Jonathan had said. It was not a comforting thought.

But when he walked into the basement classroom, Alec wasn't there. Magnus lurked by the doorway until the bell rang, earning some very weird questioning looks from Ragnor, but the boy didn't show. What was going on? Was Alec skipping? Magnus's heart sank as he slunk back to his seat, recognizing the most likely cause of Alec's absence. He would rather risk detention and a failing grade than see Magnus again.

"What's going on?" Ragnor whispered across the aisle between the desks as the teacher began the lesson.

"After class," Magnus muttered back.

The period passed both painfully slowly and agonizingly fast. Magnus kept glancing at the door, hoping Alec would walk in, making the time drag on. But at the same time, he was dreading talking to Ragnor, knowing his friend would call him an idiot and a tease and worse, and he would deserve it. Alec didn't walk in. Ragnor didn't suddenly develop a mysterious illness and run out of the classroom, conveniently forgetting his conversation with Magnus. Nothing was going his way today.

"So what is going on with you?" Ragnor insisted the instant the bell rang. "You look like shit."

"Wow, thanks, Rag." Magnus rolled his eyes irritably. "So encouraging."

"Don't call me that," Ragnor snapped. "Tell me."

Magnus groaned, giving in as the pair walked into the hallway. "I did something really, really stupid and now I feel like a complete idiot and I'll be alone for the rest of my life and I am such a bitch and a horrible person and—"

"Quite a list," Ragnor cut him off, raising his eyebrows. "What on earth did you do?"

"Ugh, you're going to yell at me," Magnus moaned.

"Oh god, you aren't drunk, are you?"

"Ragnor!" Magnus said loudly. He slapped his friend's arm. "We're at school! NO I am not drunk!"

"Hasn't stopped you before," Ragnor pointed out, sighing with relief. "I was worried. So what is it then?"

"IsortoftoldAlectof-'msomadatmyselfIcoulddie."

"Um….What?" Ragnor asked, screwing up his face as if to try to comprehend Magnus's super-speed talk.

Magnus took a deep breath. "I was a bitch to Alec and now he'll probably never speak to me again."

"You. Are. Such. An. Idiot," Ragnor said slowly. "What exactly did you say to him? Because if this doesn't get fixed, let it be known that it was NOT my fault and that I knew you would whine about it for months."

Magnus caved. He could never keep anything from his best friend, and maybe Ragnor would be able to help him. He told him everything. "It wouldn't be that bad," he concluded as Ragnor shook his head in disgust. "I mean, it would still suck. It's just that Jonathan fucking Valentine is involved!"

"First things first, you have got to show some self control around that boy," Ragnor told Magnus.

"Which boy?" Magnus asked, trying to smirk and failing.

"Both of them!" Ragnor snapped. "You lose your temper every time you see Valentine and you lose your mind every time you see Alec! Get a grip!"

Magnus was too angry with himself to even argue with this. He nodded dejectedly. "I know."

"Good." Ragnor didn't press it further. "So now, just go and apologize to your dream boy when Valentine isn't around. This isn't that hard."

"He won't listen to me," Magnus protested. "I doubt he'll even stay in my presence long enough for me to get out 'Hello.'"

"You never know until you try," Ragnor said. "So try." Then, under his breath, "You royally fucked this one up, Magnus Bane."

Magnus agreed.

A/N: Well, I hope you enjoyed! Or at least didn't hate. Again, thank you so much for all of your reviews; please, leave more! I love you all! LOVE

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