Sorry its been a few days, but ill make it up to you and post another long chapter tomorrow! I know I've kinda derailed a little from the shadowhunters tv show (with Jace and Clary as a couple, and a few other little things) and thrown in a few things from the books (nothing that's really important and it only stands out if you've read them) but, hey, I wanted to give this fanfic substance and I feel like I needed more character development than the show currently has to offer, so deal with it. Thank you very much Lightsabersnake for reviewing. Thats why I wrote this because I really needed this in my life and I figured others do too. Anyways enjoy.
The bell had rung and free period was now over. Magnus was still stunned as he walked to Spanish. He thought over what had just happened and the events that led up to it. He was feeling nostalgic after the death of his dear, sweet pea-pod, and since he could not go to Peru to remember Ragnor, he settled for this little town called Lima. And now Alec was mad at him. Magnus had no idea why though, he had done nothing wrong. No, Alec should have been stunned by his dance moves, he should have kissed him and told him how much he missed the warlock. He should not have run away. Magnus kept saying this over and over again in his head, but he could not even convince himself that he was blameless.
Alec spent the rest of free period trying to pull himself together. He did not know he was crying until the clear, salty liquid blurred his vision and ran into his mouth. He was glad that Magnus had not followed him, or Jace for that matter. He loved his parabatai, but he couldn't explain why he was in pieces right now. Alec didn't know why he was mad about all of this. He wasn't even sure that he was mad. He just felt... small. Unimportant. Magnus had told him a million times that he loved him and that he was a rare occurrence for him. He had said how important Alec was to him, how much he meant to him. But then there were moments like this that Alec doubted that. Moments when he saw how trivial he was. He did not know anything about Magnus, nothing before the day they met. Not his friends, not his past loves, not even his name. He didn't know all of the important little moments in his life that made him who he was.
The bell rang, and Alec splashed some water on his face before he left for Spanish class. Jace had English, so he wouldn't have to go through a whole period of being asked whether he was ok or not.
Alec decided that he was not mad at Magnus, but that did not mean that he was prepared to come into his Spanish classroom and see his... him sitting there. And the only seat left was right next to him. Alec had a sudden urge to turn and run, but it was too late, the teacher had seen him. The same teacher that was in the glee room.
"Oh, uh, Alec right?" Mr. Schue asked, Alec nodded, not trusting his voice, "well, uh, take a seat," It was only after he sat down that Mr. Schue noticed that he was sitting next to Mike. "Uh, ok, so since some of you were unhappy with your last report card, I wanted to give you a chance for a good grade. I want you all, for the remainder of the class period, to turn to the person next to you and talk, in Spanish of course. I don't care what you talk about, but the only way you can fail is if you sit there in silence or speak in English. Alright, go,"
Unfortunately for Alec, the person next to him was the one person he did not want to talk to. And he was fluent in Spanish.
"Bien parece que su solo yo y tú," (Well, it seems that its only me and you) Magnus said after seeing that they were the only ones who hadn't started yet.
Alec sighed, if he was going to have to talk to him the whole period, it would be for the class, not for himself, "Hola, Como te llamas?" (Hello, whats your name?) What could he say, he was still a little bitter.
"Alexander, por favor, no seas así," (Alexander, please don't be like this) Magnus pleaded, eyes showing a rare vulnerability.
"Me llamo Alec,"(My name is Alec) He continued, saying his name with an edge.
Magnus' eyes grew cold, like the door to his feelings had slammed shut. Alec suddenly felt a wave of guilt, but sustained his poker face. "Me llamo..."(My name is...) Magnus faltered, then sighed. He was Magnus Bane, 400 year old, powerful, wise, gorgeous High warlock of Brooklyn, and yet he was totally at the mercy of his feelings for this one nephilim. "Me llamo Magnus, Alexan- Alec. Sabes quien soy,"(My name is Magnus, Alexan- Alec. You know who I am.)
"Puedo hacer? Realmente Magnus, porque no me dices nada! Bastante que lo sabes todo sobre mí, ni siquiera sé qué edad estás, o cuando es su cumpleaños! No me dices nada sobre tu pasado, y no soy aún lo suficientemente importante como para saber donde va en sus viajes de 'negocios'!" (Do I? Really Magnus, because you don't tell me anything! You pretty much know everything about me, I don't even know how old you are, or when your birthday is! You won't tell me anything about your past, and I'm not even important enough to know where you go on your 'business' trips!) The words just flowed out of Alec's mouth, not angrily, but emotionally.
"Me llamo Magnus Bane, yo alrededor tengo 400 años, y mi cumpleaños es el 157 día de la cosecha, una viejo indonesia fecha, tiempo ya olvidado, lo más cercano que sería el 12 de mayo. Ahora, qué pasa?" (I'm around 400 years old and my birthday is the hundred-fifty-seventh day of harvest, an old Indonesian date, long since forgotten, the closest thing to it would be the 12 of may. Now, what's wrong?) Magnus spoke after some consideration, each word was spoken with all of his heart.
"¿Cuál es incorrecto? ¡Realmente Magnus! Me dijiste que ibas en un viaje de negocios. Sabe usted que es la única razón que estoy aquí, porque Jace y yo necesitaba algún tiempo lejos de nuestra familia. Generalmente su donde voy cuando necesito un escape del drama en mi vida, heh, irónico no crees," (What's wrong?! Really Magnus! You told me you were going on a business trip. You know thats the only reason I'm here, because Jace and I needed some time away from our family. Usually your where I go when I need an escape from the drama in my life, huh, ironic don't you think.) He laughed humorlessly then sighed. "Mira, no estoy enojado con usted, yo, yo estoy solo, siento que hay así que mucho no sé sobre usted, como que al parecer se puede bailar y viendo este otro lado de usted solo trae todas las dudas que mantengo enterrado bajo piropos y tranquilizadoras palabras. Tu-," (look, I'm not mad at you, I... I'm just... I feel like... there's so much I don't know about you, like that you can apparently dance, and seeing this whole other side of you just brings back all of those doubts that I keep buried under compliments and reassuring words. You-) Alec had trouble getting the words that he wanted to say out, but once he started, he could go on rambling for hours if someone didn't stop him.
"¿Alec, sabes que eres un idiota laberíntica a veces? Una bella idiota." (Alec, you know your a rambling idiot sometimes? A beautiful idiot.) He added quickly with a smile. He made to go on, probably with some more reassuring words, but the bell rang and Alec was swept away by the swarm of students.
Mr. Schue had been walking around the room to make sure his students were following instructions and speaking in Spanish while he thought of this weeks topic for glee club. He walked passed group after group who were saying simple sentences, since this was Spanish 1, and still getting things wrong. Like saying anos instead of años, which has a WHOLE different meaning. He stopped when he overheard a quite complex, advanced conversation. Mike was usually one of his best students, sometimes it was like he was fluent and others like he was trying to act like he didn't know any Spanish, but he had seemed off today. Today in the glee room he was acting very... un-Mike, almost like he flipped a switch, all of a sudden he was a completely different person. Now, overhearing some of his conversation with the new boy, Alec, he was just becoming more confused. He always tried his best to help his students, and the new directions were like family to him. He didn't know exactly what was going on between Mike and the tattooed boy, but he got the fact that they knew each other outside of school, and he gathered that Alec was upset about something Mike did, and the leather-clad boy did not look like he was good at expressing his feelings. Mr. Schue suddenly knew exactly what they were going to do in glee club this week.
Jace had a wonderful time in his English class. It was very peaceful not knowing anyone, and being surrounded by beautiful girls who all want him. Ha ha, you thought he was becoming a hippie for a second didn't you? No, Jace loved writing, and women, but mostly the writing. He liked being able to put all of his frustration and feelings into a story and call it someone else's life. That's why when he has to recount events that happened, he usually tells them in 3rd person. So English class was a great concept for him, though he couldn't fully enjoy it due to him worrying about Alec. He could sort of understand why his parabatai was upset, but he didn't get some of the vibes coming from him. He could feel his hurt mixed with confusion, betrayal, anger, and a little bit of self-loathing. This was really effecting him, and Jace couldn't understand why it was to this degree. But, he put on a smile for the ladies and poured all of his worries into a story about a boy and his best friend.