Hey guys! I was happy to see the amount of followers and favorites I have received after just three chapters! You guys are awesome thank you! I really appreciate it! To the young lady who messaged me saying Luke and Clary is disgusting. It is called a fanfiction for a reason. However, in my story Clary is of course 18 turning 19. Luke is 28 turning 29. So there is a 10 year difference between the two. Anyway, here is the next chapter enjoy!

Chapter 3: For the Good of Us.

LPOV:

I pull back from Clary and lightly stroked her cheek. "Clary…" I mumble and I see her face fall. "We can't take this lightly… A lot is at stake here more so for me."

"I know it is." She whispers back looking down at her lap. "We can keep this under wraps for now. And even if they do find out we could just say it was after I left your class." I stroke her cheek lovingly and peck her forehead.

"What are you going to substitute my class for? Or I can ask my friend Alaric to switch one of his students to my class and I switch you." Maybe he would be willing to do this favor for me after I helped him out of a sticky situation last year.

"REALLY?!" She shrieks jumping to her feet. I couldn't help but chuckle at the level of excitement she was throwing my way.

"Yes really. He owes me a favor but it's not written in stone Clare."

"I know but still." She shrugs going to the door as a knock sounds on it. "It's just pizza." She mumbles grabbing her wallet and I head to the kitchen to try and find plates and cups. Everything in the kitchen is black. From the cabinets, to the stove and fridge; from the rugs to the plates and bowls. The only thing that wasn't black were the glasses and silverware. I think that's because stores don't really sell them.

"What are you doing?" She asks behind me causing me to jump.

"Why is everything black?" I ask trying to play it off. But obviously from the amused expression she saw it.

"I like black things and I like chocolate. Obviously…." She whispered the last part scanning my body and biting her lower lip. I fight back a groan in the back of my throat. She looks incredibly sexy like that. "Come lets eat in the living room we don't need plates just glasses. And there is juice in the fridge." She calls out as she walks to the living room. This is going to be a long night.

I walk inside the bar building and head straight for the bartender. The woman who has come to know me over the years of coming here was already eyeing me with an eyebrow raised. An indication of what drink I am having tonight. I shrug my shoulders my way of saying the usual. Gretel always understood me from the moment she and I meet it was instant friendship and loyalty. She nods her head and tilt her chin to the corner of the bar far away from the front door and mostly everybody. The table already had one occupant there. Alaric. His black wavy hair stopped just below his earlobe and his black motorcycle jacket had spikes along the shoulder. He was running his hands through his hair, he always did it when he was nervous. That was a habit I picked up from him when we were in college and rooming together.

"What's up man?" I clap him on his back and watch in amusement as he chokes on his beer.

"Your such an ass Lucian!" He hisses grabbing the napkin and cleaning off his face and I laugh at his reaction.

"How's it going?" I ask just as Gretel comes with a tray of drinks and take a seat with us at the small round table with us.

"You tell us. We were called here because of you not the other way around man." I nod my head in understanding and throw back the shot of whiskey Gretel brought me relishing in the burning sensation going down my throat.

"First of all no judgements." I say looking between the two of them.

"Woah now I am really intrigued. The last person to say that here was me and we all knew what happened." Alaric says starting on his next beer.

"But you were having relations with your student aid. I am not, I want to date a student in my Monday and Wednesday 9am class but we can't. Not unless you take her in your class." The space between is silent only thing that could be heard is the basketball game and the music playing low in the background.

"Alright if Alaric isn't going to say anything then I will. We were just sitting in this spot over two years ago when a rumor about Alaric fucking his student aid surfaced. Then proven to be true because he told us it was! Why would you get wrapped up in something like this?" Gretel says her eyes wide with alarm. I take the second shot and down it instantly.

"There is something about her… I can't quite explain it." I mumble back.

"Yeah it's called good sex." She mutters rolling her eyes.

"We haven't had sex. Were not having sex, we agreed to take this slow but once she is out of my class it is open season for the both of us. But we will keep it under wraps until the end of the semester."

"Why? I mean if you're not ashamed of dating someone younger than you are why keep it a secret that long? Nothing can happen to you if she isn't your student."

"In a way Gretel is right." My eyes snapped to Alaric's.

I know this is a touchy subject for him. Just two years ago Alaric was having a friends with benefits relationship with his student aid. News broke out after a student assistant caught him bending her over his desk and fucking her with no preamble. After an academic hearing they let him keep his job and her still be able to attend school. But was fired as a student aid; the only part that help was she wasn't actually his student but just someone getting internship credit. But just because she was able to attend doesn't mean all was forgotten. Other students started low key bullying her but she took it all in strive. But things got worse when Alaric found out she was pregnant, the other students took bullying to a whole other level. They left notes on her windshield, posted posters of her around school slut shaming her. Alaric came to my house many times stressed out not knowing what to do. After a while she wouldn't sleep, wouldn't eat, wouldn't even get out of bed and she was only seven months pregnant. By the time she was finally ready to have the baby something snapped in her. She seemed like she was back to the way she was. Until the one night Alaric came home from work to find she hung herself from the balcony of their bedroom. But not before leaving a note explaining why she did it. It was too much for her. The bullying, the shame, the hurt she couldn't deal with it any longer. Gretel and I can't even speak her name around Alaric or so much as think it, he knows, he always knows. The kids were caught and the police went through her computer to see all the notes, the emails, the chat icons they sent her. We had no idea how bad it was nor did Alaric. He blames himself for this every day. But on the bright side he still has his beautiful daughter Justine.

"You don't want her to feel like your dirty little secret. But at the same time look what happened with me and…." We both got quiet not knowing what to say. "Justine is without a mother and I will forever feel horrible. But don't make her feel like she is wrong because she has feelings for you. Don't let it turn into my situation Luke." Alaric says before standing up and slamming $100 bill on the table. "I'll take her in my class just sign the transfer paper. Gretel give him another one on me. Now if you both excuse me I have a kid to go home too." With that he strolled out the door leaving Gretel and I sitting there staring after him.

Regardless of how I felt Alaric is right I don't want his situation, what he now calls life to now be mine as well.

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