A/N- This may not be as good as it was in my head, but I tried. Thanks for all the reviews. When I got to 123 I giggled a little. Tehe
Disclaimer- nothing is owned by me, except the plot. (and Jamie)
(Magnus POV)
Eventually, Jace and Isabelle got their acts together long enough to make fun of Alec's jeans. I didn't see what was so funny, though. I thought he looked cute, and his butt looked fantastic.
"Nice jeans, Alec," Jace said snidely. "I didn't know you robbed Magnus's closet."
Alec just blushed, so I butt in, "Just because you don't know how to walk without falling on your ass doesn't mean you have to take it out on those of us who can walk." It's not one of my best comebacks, but I tried.
Jace didn't have time to retort because Clary started honking her horn outside.
"Catch ya later," Jace said to us. "I gotsta go see my laday."
Jace walked out with Isabelle behind him who was muttering about how she would throw up on him if he started making out with Clary.
Alec suggested that we head out as well so we gathered out large amount of books and papers and went over to Jace's old Chevy. We would have use Alec's car, but it was in the shop for a broken something-or-other. I didn't speak car.
The drive to school was way too short in my opinion. Alec's hand didn't leave mine the entire car ride but when we got there, he looked torn between keeping my hand and letting it go. He let it go and I frowned slightly. He said he was going to tell everyone eventually, but not holding hands with him in public was harder than it sounded.
In the privacy of the car, he kissed me one more time and got his backpack. I did the same and we both made our way to the front of the building. We were relatively early and not many people were there yet. Isabelle, however, was. Jace and Clary on the other hand, were nowhere in sight.
"Hey you guys," she said cheerfully. "So, how was your night? I didn't have time to ask you this morning."
We looked at each other and I could tell Alec was remembering the night before.
"It was fine," I said vaguely.
She scoffed. "You're telling me that you two spent the night in the same room and nothing happened?" she asked. "That's generally impossible."
"I'll tell you later," Alec said. "When there aren't so many people around." There were three people next to us. Alec was so far in the closet it was ridiculous.
Isabelle raised her eyebrow and turned to me. "Can I borrow your eyeliner? Mine's dead."
"Yeah, sure." I dug around in the side pocket of my backpack and found it in a few seconds. I handed it to her. "Here."
She smiled and gratefully took it then seemed to notice one of her friends and said a quick goodbye to us before running over to her and squealing about something. I shook my head and was silently glad that I was gay.
Alec and I proceeded up the stairs and into the hallway. We split up to find our lockers and I slowly put my books in mine. Not thinking about my dad or Alec all day and having to concentrate on schoolwork would be hard to do for seven hours. My mind was already drifting off to think about how my dad was doing and if Jamie was taking good care of him while I couldn't be there. Then I felt the sudden urge to cry so I slammed my locker shut and blinked away the tears.
Alec showed up behind me and nearly made me jump out of my skin.
"Walk me to homeroom?" he asked sweetly.
I couldn't deny him with his big blue eyes so I nodded and we walked down the hallway together. No one gave us a second glance because we always walked down the hallway together. We're best friends after all.
We got there in a few minutes, but only because we walked slower than usual. We were practically strolling down the hallway, trying to savor the moment we had together.
Our homerooms were right across the hall from each other so we walked to Alec's first. I sighed. I wouldn't see him again until fourth period, which meant I had three hours to think about him.
"See you later," he said. He touched my arm and let it linger there for a second, looking around the hall. We were alone. Alec got on his tip-toes and kissed my cheek. It was brief, but it was enough to help me get through the day. He smiled and walked into his classroom.
In a slight daze, I walked to mine as well and sat down at my desk, feeling much better.
(Alec POV)
I sighed and put my chin in my hand, looking at the clock again. It felt like it wasn't even moving and second period was taking forever to go by. Second period was math, and I suck at math. I barely scraped up a B- in that class, but only because I kissed up to the teacher and did a ton of extra credit.
I zoned out, staring at Mr. Morrison but not at all listening to what he was saying. I tried to make it look like I was working on something very important in my notebook by writing random things in it. I found myself writing Magnus's name over and over again with little doodles surrounding it. I blushed, but no one seemed to notice it.
"Alexander," I heard Mr. Morrison say.
"Yes?" I said quietly.
"You seem to be writing very intently in your notebook," he said. "Care to tell us the answer?"
I looked down at my notebook and silently cursed myself for not solving the problem before doodling. I did have the problem written down, and it was pretty simple, so I quickly solved it in my head. "X equals three point five," I said.
"Very good." He wrote it on the board. "I guess you were paying attention after all."
I blushed again and nodded, getting to work on the next problem.
I checked out the clock again. Only three minutes had gone by. Ugh.
The rest of the day was pretty much just like that. I would sit in class and try to concentrate on my work but ended up thinking about Magnus and wondering if he was having the same problem. Most of the time, I would finish whatever it was the teachers made us do early, and just sit there and daydream for a good five minutes. That probably wasn't a very good idea, put I couldn't help myself. If Magnus wasn't there, the least I could do was think about him.
Finally, fourth period (English) rolled around and I smiled as Magnus walked in. He sat next to me, like always, and we had some time to talk before class started.
"I have not been able to concentrate all day long," he said exasperatedly.
"Me neither," I said.
He snapped his fingers. "I almost forgot," he said, rifling through his backpack. "You left your essay on the table this morning." He handed me my sloppily written English essay.
"Thanks," I said. "I would've been in so much trouble if I didn't have this."
"Yeah," he said, grinning. "Ms. Madison already has it out for you."
"So I'm not the only one who noticed that?" I asked.
He shook his head, the florescent lights reflecting off his hair. "She hates you."
"I know that," I said. "I don't know why."
He shrugged. "Maybe she's racist."
"Magnus, she's white, too."
"No, she's British," he said matter-of-factly.
I thought for a moment. "Don't you think it's weird that we have a British English teacher?" I asked him.
"Yeah, that is weird," he said. "Oh, shhh, she's coming."
The class fell silent as Ms. Madison walked in. She was tall, blond, and mean. All the girls were intimidated by her and all the boys were turned on by her. She was young and practically hated everyone… except Magnus. She adored Magnus. I don't know why, but she always complimented his writing skills and how he dressed and how smart he was. She hated me but loved my best friend. It made no sense.
"Good morning class," she said coldly. Her eyebrow arched up as she looked at the corner of the room. "Jace, Clary," she snapped. "Stop snogging before I send you up to the principal's office. That's the only warning I'll give you. If I see it again, you're both out of here."
Most of the class snickered and I saw Simon wriggle his eyebrows at Jace, making a kissy face at him. I shook my head and turned my attention back to Ms. Madison, who was saying something about how poetry is the art of literature or something. I hated poetry.
She gave us a worksheet on the elements of poetry. It was fifty questions long. Fifty. The lady was crazy, but she said we could work in pairs so I was happy. Magnus and I immediately chose each other and got to work.
The worksheet was hard, but Magnus knew everything about poetry so he helped me out. After a few minutes, the intercom binged and one of the office ladies called Magnus up to the office for dismissal. She said he had a doctor's appointment. I looked at him, thoroughly confused, as he got his books together.
Ms. Madison took his worksheet and said he could finish it tomorrow. I frowned and went back to my own paper, trying to rack my brain for any knowledge I had of poetry.
Not even a minute after Magnus left, the intercom binged again, asking for me this time. She said I had a doctor's appointment as well, which I knew wasn't the case. Something was going on.
"Alexander," Ms. Madison said sharply. "I expect that paper finished tonight for homework."
"Yes, ma'am," I said.
"And I don't appreciate you scheduling doctor's appointments in the middle of my class," she added.
"I-"
"Get out of my sight."
I didn't say anything and just got my books before fast-walking to the door. I quickly got some things out of my locker and walked into the office. Jamie was there, as was Magnus, and both of them looked worried.
"What's going on?" I asked.
Jamie turned to me. "Magnus's dad isn't doing well and I wanted Magnus to be with him before…" She didn't finish but we all knew what she was going to say- before he died. "I want you to come with him," she added.
I nodded and we went out to her car. The ride to the hospital was short and sad. I held Magnus's hand the entire way and he just squeezed it tightly. I was worried out of my mind for him and his dad, and I'm sure he was, too. Only it was ten times worse for him.
Once we were at hospital, Jamie, Magnus, and I went straight to Magnus's dad's room. He was looking worse than the day before and Magnus didn't look any better.
"Magnus," Jamie said carefully. "You should probably say your goodbyes. He's gotten worse."
Magnus nodded numbly and watched her go. He sat down in one of the chairs and sighed. "I knew this was coming," he said to no one in particular. "And yet, I still can't believe it."
I sat next to him and put my hand on his shoulder. He looked up at me with watery eyes and I knew he was dreading what he was about to do. I held his hand as he leaned forward to look at his dad.
"Dad?" he said shakily. "I don't know if you can hear me… but I wanted to let you know that I love you, even though I didn't tell you that much." He paused. "I don't know what I'm gonna do without you, but I'm really going to miss you. You always listened to me and tried to be in the loop with my life. Even after mom died, you stayed strong for me. You can be with her now." Tears started falling from his eyes. "You can be in a place where you don't have to work late, or worry about bills. You won't' be in any pain. You can do whatever you want. Tell mom I said hi… and that I miss her. I wish I had more time with you; you're an amazing dad…and an even better friend." Magnus was choked up by then, and couldn't finish, but I think he said plenty. If his dad heard him, he would leave peacefully, I'm sure.
(Magnus POV)
As the machines flat lined, announcing my dad's death, I didn't say or do anything. I just cried, melting into Alec's embrace. I felt… numb. Like I had just lost part of myself. And, in a way, I had. I had lost my father, the last living relative I had left, and my heart felt like it was ripping in two. When my mom had passed, I felt the same way, but it was worse this time. It was worse because no one knew what it felt like. When my mom died, I had my dad there to feel the same pain I was feeling. Now I had no one. Alec was there, yes, but he didn't know how I felt. Not at all. He was only crying because I was crying, not because he knew how I felt. It wasn't the same pain for him.
Jamie came in to cut off the machines. I stopped her from pulling the blanket over my dad's face though. It didn't seem right to do that. That would make it official, and I still couldn't believe he was gone.
Jamie came over but didn't say anything. She crouched next to me and cried along with Alec and me. It didn't feel real to me. I thought I was in a bad dream; one of those dreams where you can't speak, can't move, can't breathe. My lungs felt like they were full of water and I struggled to take a breath.
But the truth is, I'd rather have him be gone than have him go through pain. He deserved to be with my mom.
I couldn't even register what was happening or who was around me and what they were doing. All I knew was that someone was hugging me and wouldn't let me go.
And I had just lost my dad.
A/D- You all probably hate me. And I kind of hate myself for this. It wasn't that great of a chapter and I just killed Magnus's dad! I hate killing off characters but it had to be done. I cried a little while writing this and it didn't help that I was listening to a bunch of sad songs. My IPod betrayed me when I put it on shuffle. I want lots of reviews for this because I really tried to put emotion in it. Did I succeed? Tell me in a review, even if that review is you screaming at me for being a bitch and killing his dad. Please please review. I must know what you think.
R.I.P Mr. Bane.
-Ella
