I decided that once I reached 10 reviews, I would post the next chapter. It didn't take very long, which definitely surprised me. Time for chapter 2! Thank you for everyone who followed/favourited/reviewed. It meant so much to me and the response was so positive – it was amazing. I hope you enjoy this chapter! I don't own the characters, they're the result of Cassie Clare's genius brain.
Chapter 2
Saving Alexander from Girls with Stalkerish Tendencies
"Oh my god," Ragnor hissed, dragging Magnus closer to him. Magnus yelped at the tug at his hair, before ripping Ragnor's hands away from his luscious locks.
"Watch where you shove those things," Magnus warned his friend darkly, rushing to fix his hair. "Do I look terrible now? God, I'll be the laughing stock of my class."
"Magnus, you can never look terrible," Clary reminded him, jealousy flowing through her tone.
Magnus quickly lowered his hands, "why thank you, biscuit."
Ragnor growled grumpily and yanked on Magnus' silk shirt to gain his attention again. He gave him a pointed look before his eyes strayed to the new arrivals. "Isn't that the Lightwoods?"
"What?" Magnus almost yelled, spinning around in his chair to get a better look.
The three guests to the diner all had paused as they entered, taking in the sight in front of them. The dark haired man, who Magnus noted was incredibly handsome, very sexy and almost I-can't-even worthy, was heading towards an incredulous Simon. Furthermore, that incredibly handsome, very sexy and almost I-can't-even worthy man was Alexander Lightwood. All Magnus could do was ogle him, especially when Alexander had his back towards him…more importantly, his defined ass that looked amazing in his pants and was pointed directly at Magnus. Magnus was suddenly praising the Gods that he got such a view – no camera could make that ass look as good as it did in that moment.
"His ass, Ragnor. It's heaven." Magnus whispered, not taking his eyes away from the precious sight.
"I know," Ragnor agreed in a low tone.
"Damn boys, settle down." Maia commented quietly, moving to see what they were talking about. "Wait, no. I take it back. That is a booty."
"You three, stop being so perverted," Tessa ordered, making Magnus and Ragnor roll their eyes in unison.
"Mother hen mode." They teased her at the same time.
"It's so weird when you two get all twin-like," Clary muttered with a crooked grin.
"It's just for your pleasure, my darling little strawberry." Ragnor leered at Clary, who sent him a confused look.
"Strawberry?" Magnus burst out, unable to hold in his laughter. "Couldn't you think of something better?"
"You're one to talk, biscuit." Ragnor shot back.
"Ye shall be quiet, my little cabbage."
"I thought we'd never bring that dreaded nickname up ever again?"
"I did say that…until you dissed my amazing nickname for Clary. She has been blessed with that name since I first met her in high school-"
"Oh my God, you guys." Will snapped, making the two men stop and look at him. "Just stop, please. Some of us cannot handle constant jabbering."
"You love us, William." Ragnor sent a sly grin, making Will's blue eyes narrow.
"About that…" Will started, but Magnus had already gone back to watching Alexander.
"He's so perfect," he muttered, "one day, he'll be mine. I swear it."
"Yeah right," Ragnor tittered fondly.
Magnus was about to turn around to face the group again, but at that moment, Alexander looked over his shoulder directly at him. Their eyes met, leaving Magnus breathless. Alexander's blue orbs were more flawless in person than in any video or photo. Everything about Alexander looked amazingly – his body was shaped like an Adonis', but then again, Magnus could be biased. Isabelle and Jace had moved away from the doorway and were sitting at a little table opposite Magnus, whispering to each other. The three of them seemed slightly stressed and tired, although Magnus could tell they were doing well to hide most of it. Magnus forced himself not to stare or hyperventilate while he grabbed the edge of the table, his sparkly nails digging into the wood.
"This can't be happening," Clary muttered in shock, her green eyes set on Jace Lightwood.
"Clearly, it can happen, my dear biscuit." Magnus replied shortly, but sending Ragnor a playful look at the reference to their previous conversation. Ragnor subtly elbowed Magnus in return. "Good Lord, my hair is still a mess. Clearly it is not my day. I need to go to the bathroom and fix this atrocious sight."
"Magnus," Ragnor gasped, his eyes going round and jaw dropping, stopping Magnus from getting to his feet. "Isabelle Lightwood is heading this way. Right now."
"What?" Magnus asked, "Ragnor, I can't do this. My look isn't perfected this morning, it was rushed and horrible and-"
"Magnus, your look is always perfect," Clary insisted, just as he heard the tell-tale sound of heels clicking against the floor.
A woman cleared her throat from behind him and he slowly looked over his shoulder. The scent of a strong perfume that reminded Magnus vaguely of vanilla essence wafted into his senses and surrounded him. Magnus stiffened from shock, before realising he was gawking at the woman in front of him. His eyes travelled up Isabelle's figure before arriving at her face. A confident smile was plastered there, her lipstick matching her outfit perfectly and added a little bit of sassiness to it. Isabelle didn't seem fazed by his awe – Magnus could only guess she was used to such looks.
She immediately started speaking as soon as she had his attention. Her English accent was stronger in person, "hi, I'm Isabelle and I couldn't help but notice that your makeup is perfect."
Magnus could tell everyone around him was gazing at the model, who seemed completely at ease. Isabelle placed a hand on one hip, and titled her head while she waited for Magnus to speak. Magnus felt Ragnor shove him subtly, bringing him back to reality.
"I…wow…thank you so much, Miss Lightwood." Magnus managed to stammer out, before clearing his throat and trying to not flush. Magnus Bane did not stammer or blush. "It's so amazing to hear that from such a fashion guru…like yourself."
She raised an eyebrow and sophisticatedly motioned towards an empty chair at an unused table, "do you mind if I join you guys? I'd love to hear pointers from you," she trailed off.
Magnus couldn't say yes fast enough, so he merely nodded. Isabelle grabbed the chair and carried it over, sitting down smoothly and crossing her legs. Her heels were shiny and clearly new. A friendlier smile rose to Isabelle's face as she slowly placed her sunglasses onto the table.
She relaxed slightly, before eyeing the group self-assuredly. "Brilliant, call me Isabelle. Miss Lightwood makes me sound old. What are your names?"
Ragnor was the first to speak up. A spark rose to his eyes and he smiled charmingly, "I'm Ragnor Fell, it's such a pleasure to meet you."
"Clary Fray," Clary waved awkwardly before everyone else started to introduce themselves.
Isabelle's eyes followed everyone before they returned to Magnus, who was still in a level of shock. He stayed silent, not realising it was his turn. Isabelle asked with a smirk on her face, "and your name is?"
Magnus cleared his throat, "Magnus Bane."
"Magnus Bane? Has a nice ring to it, very exotic." Isabelle chuckled, raising an eyebrow, "almost magical."
"That's what I go for," Magnus motioned towards his outfit, feeling himself behave like his usual poised self.
"So tell me, Magnus, how did you get your look so perfect?" Isabelle questioned, leaning forward.
"I'm a fashion student and I watched plenty of YouTube makeup tutorials." Magnus explained, shrugging. "I have to know what suits me and what doesn't."
"Izzy, stop tormenting him. Leave the poor guy alone," Jace Lightwood called out, before standing up from where he sat next to a face-palming Alexander.
Magnus saw Alexander whisper something to Jace before the blonde started striding over. Jace sent Alexander a cheeky look, before straightening his clothing up a little. Every step he took made his golden hair bounce lusciously. Clary was eyeing him hungrily, although as soon as he became closer, she turned away slightly, averting her eyes like a shy school girl.
Isabelle rolled her eyes, before lowering her voice into a stage whisper, "whatever my brother says is a load of rubbish. Just ignore him."
Jace stood next to Isabelle's chair, leaning against the side of it. "Disregard what that mean lady says, she doesn't know what she's speaking about. I'm Jace."
Simon suddenly popped out beside Jace, holding a cup of coffee that was steaming, fogging his glasses. He seemed skittish around the Lightwoods, as he made sure not to go too close to them. "Here you go, Clary."
Clary jumped and sat up straighter, smiling thankfully. Simon handed her the drink and she took it, placing it down gently. "Thanks Si, looks great."
"Anytime," he replied, sending Jace and Isabelle a weird look before hurrying away.
Jace gazed at Clary, angling his head with an unreadable expression on his face as he took in her simple and worn out clothing and the dried paint on her hands. "You must be an artist."
Clary flushed bright red and pushed her tangled vibrant red hair away from her face, "uh yeah…I'm an art student. Magnus and I go to the same university."
"That's cool," Isabelle complimented kindly, watching Clary like a hawk. Her eyes slowly drifted up to observe Jace.
Before Jace could reply, someone screeched loudly, "you're Alexander Lightwood. Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, I can't even right now. Can you sign this for me? You are so perfect. Simon, look it's Alexander Lightwood! Can you sing for me, Alexander? Serenade me! Please. I am so in love with you. I know all your songs and your albums and what size shoes you wear."
Everyone cringed at the high-pitched voice and Isabelle whirled around in disgust, her nose scrunched up. "Who on Earth is that?"
"I think you mean what," Jace corrected with a terrified look, moving closer to his sister, standing protectively around her.
"We call it Maureen," Ragnor stated dramatically, rolling his eyes and waving his arms around in the air.
"She's sort of the obsessive fangirl in the group," Magnus expanded on, wincing when she giggled loudly.
"Are you suggesting there's only one?" Tessa joshed, making the group send cheeky looks in Magnus' direction.
He sent a panicked look towards the Lightwoods, but they still seemed to be preoccupied with Maureen. Sighing thankfully, he took a sip of his coffee, pretending not to hear Ragnor's snigger or the way Clary giggled. And he definitely did not see the mirth on Will and Jem's faces.
"She sounds like a banshee," Isabelle grimaced, noting the way that the young woman seemed to be throwing herself at an incredibly uncomfortable Alec.
Alec was sitting at the table, his coffee in his hand and halfway to his mouth as he stared up at the darkhaired girl, purposefully trying to avoid looking at her low-cut shirt that emphasised her boobs, or as Magnus said, lack of. Maureen was standing close enough that she was practically in his lap, while she prattled away and paused every few moments to hear an "uh-huh" sound from Alec. She seemed to take this as confirmation that he was enthralled in their conversation.
"She's definitely one of a kind, but I wouldn't say she's my brother's type." Jace joked, resting a hand on his hip.
"Trust me, she's the creepy stalker girl 101." Maia muttered from where she sat, a frown on her lips. "She has a huge thing for Simon-"
"Who?" Jace said before he could stop himself. He swore when Izzy elbowed him sharply in the ribs. "Ouch Iz, watch it. Priceless merchandise here."
"The guy who served your brother," Maia responded, sitting up straighter. "He's Simon Lewis, a barista here."
"And Clary's boyfriend," Ragnor chimed in helpfully, raising a hand.
"Seriously Ragnor, we're just friends." Clary groaned while the whole group cackled, and Magnus couldn't help but notice the slightest trace of a frown on Jace's face.
"Can't you see the boy has it in for you? I swear, you're as blind as a bat when it comes to men, Clarissa." Magnus teased fondly while Jace took a seat next to Isabelle.
"He likes me like a brother likes his sister," Clary explained tiredly, accustomed to the conversation.
"Where have I heard that before?" Will chortled, ignoring Jem's withering look.
"Crap, look at the time. I'm going to be late for my class," Jem jumped to his feet, shoving textbook after textbook into his backpack. "Come along, William. You can walk me to class."
"Yes sir," Will muttered, although he didn't appear too upset. "See you guys later."
On his way out, Jem stopped beside Isabelle and Jace. His eyes were warm and smile was gentle while he shook Jace's hand and gave Isabelle a chivalrous kiss on the cheek. Jem stepped back, making sure Will had everything. He then spoke softly to the Isabelle and Jace, "it was lovely to meet you two. I hope you can get rid of those pesky paparazzi soon – I saw you three trying to escape them out the window. If you cannot, Ragnor or someone can probably help you break out. I know there's a backdoor for emergencies somewhere in here. Have a nice day. Come along, Will."
"Yes master," Will retorted, although there was a happy smile on his face. Jem rolled his eyes and Will waved at everyone, saying his own goodbyes. He paused to whisper something to Ragnor, who in response cracked up and whacked Will on the back. Will sniggered.
"William," Jem groaned, rolling his eyes at how quickly Will got distracted.
"Sorry Ragnor, my man calls." Will teased as he went to Jem's side again. The two lovers left the diner bickering, holding hands tightly.
Isabelle sighed dreamily, staring after them. "Aren't they so cute?"
"Is Jem always that…" Jace trailed off, trying to figure out the right word.
"Nice?" Ragnor suggested.
"Sweet?" Clary supplied.
"Drop-dead gorgeous? Then yes," Magnus finished, winking at Jace.
"I reckon Will is the drop-dead gorgeous one. Jem on the other hand? He's like a handsome gentleman." Maia declared, before moaning loudly, making Clary go bright red. Maia hid her grin by continuing to speak, "if only I could find one of my own."
"You will, Maia. Trust me, any guy is lucky to have you." Tessa comforted the girl, wrapping an arm around her.
"I always think of Will and Jem as the Salvatore brothers from the Vampire Diaries," Simon informed everyone as he handed Isabelle and Jace their drinks. "Will is all sexy and seductive and acts like he has a stick up his ass with a bit of a rebellious bad boy side like Damon, while Jem's all soft and sensitive like Stefan."
"Except they are definitely not brothers," Clary added with a giggle that made Jace's head turn towards her in a flash. Izzy had to nudge him out of his stupor.
"When did you watch the bloody Vampire Diaries?" Ragnor gasped, before Simon and Clary went red.
"Clary made me," Simon pointed at the redhead, who spluttered out her defence.
"He didn't complain," she argued, laughing when Simon shook his head and walked back to the counter.
"Whipped," Ragnor faked a coughed behind his hand and Clary threw a used napkin at him. "Ew, gross Clary. Talk about unhygienic."
"Ragnor, you're not exactly the most sanitary guy out there," Magnus retorted, ducking when Ragnor threw the napkin at him. "Oi!"
"Yes, oi." Camille said coldly from behind, holding the napkin between her long, painted nails. The superior look on Ragnor's face immediately disappeared and was replaced by a look of fear. "That is so disgusting, Fell."
"Camille, I didn't see you there." Ragnor laughed awkwardly, and jumped to his feet. He reached out towards the bombshell blonde. "Let me take that from you, darling.'
Camille's eyes narrowed dangerously and she shoved the napkin into Ragnor's hand. "Call me darling again and you can call my face the last one you'll ever see."
"That is not a bad thing, gorgeous." Ragnor smiled dorkily, leaning closer while Camille snorted.
"You are so pathetic, Fell." She snapped, flicking a curl over one shoulder as she stepped around him and quickly took his seat, leaning closely to Magnus. "Why do you hang out with that idiot, babe?"
"Because he's a cool drinking buddy," Magnus replied quickly, winking at Ragnor who scowled and snatched an empty chair from a nearby table. "Nice try, sly guy."
Ragnor pouted and saw Simon watching. Simon caught Ragnor's eye and immediately sent him the thumbs up. He mouthed, "you're getting there."
Camille's eyes turned to Jace and Izzy, before they widened slightly in recognition. However, in typical Camille fashion, she kept her cool. "Isabelle and Jace Lightwood? Pleasure to meet you, I'm Camille."
"Nice to meet you too," Jace smiled flirtatiously, although it didn't seem to faze Camille who groaned dramatically.
"I must head off now, sweetheart. Work calls my name," she said to Magnus, standing up.
Ragnor scowled and crossed his arms over his chest. "I just sat down after getting a new chair and you're already leaving."
Camille looked at him, a playful look rising to her face as she leaned closely to hear. Her scent filled Ragnor's senses, making him gulp comically. She lifted her hand and placed a finger against his lips, her skin soft and gentle. Ragnor's eyes widened and he peeked at Magnus who didn't seem very surprised by Camille's behaviour.
"Hush little Fell, I hate it when you're sad." Camille moved closer, their faces centimetres apart before her eyes narrowed and she stood up straight, shoving Ragnor away. "It gets on my nerves."
With that, Camille strutted out of the diner, Ragnor's eyes following her. He turned to Magnus, "Mags, I think she's starting to like me."
Magnus moaned loudly, making everyone at the table giggle. "Ragnor, Camille is out of your league. Accept it."
"Never," Ragnor vowed seriously.
"I think Ragnor can win her," Simon declared, moving to Ragnor's side and patting him on the back. "Maybe it's Camille who's out of his league."
"You're faith in him is outstanding, Lewis." Magnus said bluntly.
"Yeah, keep it up!" Ragnor cheered, making the group entertained.
Simon chuckled and removed his hand from Ragnor's back before watching Maureen continue to trap Alexander. "Maybe I should go help him?" He murmured thoughtfully.
Clary jumped up in her chair, her knee catching on the table and making it thud. Magnus rolled his eyes at her lacking grace, while Ragnor smirked. Clary sat down quickly, attempting to smooth her hair down.
"No," she yelled, flushing when all eyes went to her. "I mean…I think Magnus should."
"Me? Why me?" Magnus questioned, shaking his head.
"Yes, you Magnus." Clary turned to Isabelle and Jace, both of whom seemed slightly confused. "Magnus is great at controlling Maureen's unusual stalkerish tendencies."
"Plus, Magnus can be scary when he wants to be," Tessa stated gravely, pretending she didn't see the betrayed look Magnus sent her.
"He's pretty much your go-to guy when you have someone unwanted hitting on you," Maia explained, still wrapped up in Tessa's arms. "Great to take to a bar when all the guys are drunk and horny."
"Well, if Magnus wants to go instead," Simon said, stepping back and shrugging absentmindedly.
"He so does," Ragnor added, nodding seriously.
"Does Magnus have a say in this?" Magnus asked rhetorically, raising his hands in the air.
"No," Clary, Maia, Tessa and Ragnor stated in unison.
"It's settled," Simon declared, making the group high five each other.
"Is there something we don't know?" Jace asked, although no one else replied.
"Fine," Magnus sulked and gave in, getting to his feet. "But I can't promise I'll be able to save the poor guy."
"Just go, Mags." Clary grinned superiorly, and Magnus realised why she had been so persistent. Of course, Clary was trying to play matchmaker and get Magnus and Alexander talking.
"You are one sneaky bitch, Clary Fray." Magnus whispered, making her giggle. "Wish me luck."
"You're Magnus Bane, luck is always on your side," Ragnor testified, making Clary send Magnus an assuring smile.
Magnus quickly fixed his hair and made sure he looked acceptable before swaggering over towards Alexander and Maureen. The walk suddenly seemed so much harder than any catwalk he'd over had to strut down. Swallowing thickly, Magnus hid his nerves by bringing a confident smirk onto his face.
"Maureen," he called out, making the two look at him. The moment Alexander's baby blue eyes caught his own again, he knew his facade dropped slightly. Maureen tensed and she stood up straighter, prowling towards Magnus. "Leave him alone, he hasn't even been able to finish his coffee yet."
"Leave us alone, Magnus." Maureen spat out, her eyes flashing darkly. "Go hide in a closet."
"You and I both know I left the closet many years ago." Magnus retorted starkly, rolling his eyes lazily. "Now go stalk Simon while you think about making some better comebacks. Go. Now. Bye bye."
Maureen glowered at Magnus, cursing at him in her nasal voice. Magnus waved back sassily, his nail polish glittering in the light. She stormed off, stamping loudly. Everyone watched her while she went to Simon to complain. Magnus sent Simon an apologetic look, but the barista was already comforting Maureen and nodding along to everything she said.
"I have so much to thank you for right now. Thank you." A man with English voice that sounded like Heaven suddenly whispered.
Magnus looked at Alexander, who was smiling up at him. Any words flew from Magnus' head as he saw the way Alexander's jawline became so much better from the angle Magnus was looking at him. Magnus realised he was meant to speak, so he quickly started talking. "I…um…just doing my duty here…as a saviour sent down from God…to…er…protect you from all things stalkerish. Like Maureen."
Alexander let out a laugh and stood up. "Um…well, I probably should…uh…say hi."
"Hi," Magnus breathed out softly, his mouth going dry.
"Thanks for that…by the way. I thought I could…er…never escape her." Alexander muttered quietly, lowering his face self-consciously. His hair fell in front of his face, making Magnus lick his lips.
"No need to thank me, Alexander. Just doing my job," Magnus reminded him, making Alexander chuckle.
"I said thanks twice, didn't I?" Magnus didn't reply, causing Alexander to go bright red. "God, that's embarrassing."
"Oh Lord, you blush. That's adorable." Magnus suddenly cried out, before his hand went to his mouth and his eyes widened. He could hear the sound of his group cackling at his comment. Alexander covered his face with one hand, looking unsure with how to continue the conversation. "Hell, I didn't mean to say that. Sorry, I have times when I say what I think without meaning too. My doctor says it's compulsive speaking…I forgot to take my meds today."
"Okay," Alexander was staring at Magnus, making the tanned man immediately backtrack.
"That was a joke, I don't need medication. I'm great…at not needing meds." Magnus inwardly cringed. Could this get more awkward? "Uh…yeah, I should go back and sit down. Um…yeah."
"Sure," Alexander nodded shyly before adding, "your coffee is probably getting cold."
"Can't let that happen," Magnus winked, feeling more like himself. "It's a crime against nature."
"I agree with you one hundred percent," Alexander affirmed, the two men snickering before Alexander shoved his hands in his pockets. Magnus couldn't stop himself from thinking how cute the singer was.
"Do you want me to see if Simon can make you a new coffee?" Magnus eyed the cup of black coffee that was most likely cold by now. "Cold coffee just isn't right."
"It's okay…I'll probably have to head off with Izzy and Jace soon…now that I've been saved by you." Alexander paused, his eyes widening before he bit his lower lip. Magnus privately moaned at the delicious sight – if only he saw Alexander like that. Underneath him. In a bed. "I…I don't know your name."
"Oh," Magnus exclaimed, although he didn't say anything else. His mind was still clogged up with erotic mental images of Alexander.
"Oh?" Alexander raised an eyebrow, much like how his sister did. Magnus winced at his own, very out of character, awkwardness.
"I mean, I'm Magnus." Magnus reached his hand out with a flourish and Alexander shook it. "Magnus Bane. At your service."
"Well Magnus, call me Alec. It's the least I could do for my saviour," Alec joked, not releasing Magnus' hand as he gazed into Magnus' eyes. Magnus also seemed lost in Alec's.
"Magnus," Ragnor yelled, making the two men jump and let go of each other.
Magnus twirled around while Alec stepped back. Magnus could feel his heart pounding, "yes Ragnor?"
"You have class in fifteen minutes," Ragnor informed Magnus, who promptly swore loudly and spun around to look at Alec again.
"It was incredibly nice to meet you, Alec." Magnus said hurriedly, a smile on his face.
"Yeah, nice to meet you too." Alec stated, the two men trying to hide their longing looks.
"Maybe I'll see you around, sometime? If I'm lucky." Magnus rushed to say and Alec nodded.
"Definitely," he said, before beaming shyly. "Bye Magnus."
"Goodbye Alexander," Magnus replied, eyeing Alec before sprinting to his table and grabbing his bag. "Adios my friends. My place? Tonight?"
"Vodka shots?" Ragnor asked excitedly, bouncing in his seat.
"Ragnor," everyone groaned and Magnus left the café, hearing everyone informing Isabelle and Jace about Ragnor's last experience with vodka.
Little did Magnus know, that a pair of famous blue eyes, followed his figure yearningly as he departed.
"Meliorn Knightly sighted with new lover Seelie Faye! How are their ex's handling the news?" Jace read aloud as he stretched himself out over Alec's bed. "What a load of rubbish."
"Let me see that," Isabelle snatched the magazine from the blonde haired man, before reading it to her brothers. "It was only a matter of weeks ago when Isabelle Lightwood (20) broke the news on her Twitter account that she and her partner, Meliorn Knightly (23), had decided to amicably separate. However, how long will this friendly parting last at the recent discovery of Meliorn's new fling with model, Seelie Faye (19)?"
"Gosh, this is a load of rubbish," Alec agreed with Jace, only to be shushed by Isabelle, who continued reading the article.
"Not only did Knightly date a Lightwood, but Faye also had connections with Isabelle's adopted brother, Jace Lightwood (20). The pair dated for six months prior to Isabelle and Meliorn's break up, before they too, had a very public split. Are things between the two Lightwoods tense now that their previous lovers have begun dating? Or will this feud bring them closer together? More on page 28." Isabelle threw the magazine on the floor and paced around the room.
"Don't listen to what they say, Iz. They don't know anything," Alec comforted, seeing her interal struggle.
"This is terrible! Imagine what Mum and Dad are going to say and all the questions in interviews," Izzy moaned grumpily, crossing her arms over her chest.
"We'll deal with this, Iz." Jace sat up, moving to sit beside Alec, who flushed slightly at the close proximity.
"I need to make him jealous," Izzy declared, whirling around. "I will make Meliorn wish he never left me."
"Uh-huh," Alec muttered, as she started plotting to herself. "I feel like this isn't going to end well."
"Me either," Jace murmured back, both sharing concerned looks.
"Camille, it was a week ago now. I'm never going to see him again. Get over it, I already have." Magnus stated, speaking around the bobby pins in his mouth.
Early morning sunlight streamed through the windows of the empty classroom. Magnus' dark hair was pulled up into a messy man bun that Camille couldn't help but notice it made his jawline look amazing. Instead of his usual flamboyant, glittery look, the fashion student had gone with simple yet skilled eyeliner and dark red lipstick. His pants were leather yet his oversized shirt hung off his frame perfectly, showing his attractive collarbone. Camille stood up on a stool, draped in red material for one of Magnus' assignments.
"Magnus, when have you ever given up on a man?" Camille asked impatiently, watching Magnus pin some of the material. She cried out when the tip of the pin stabbed her in the side. "Ouch! Watch it."
"You are doing a crap job of being a manikin," Magnus muttered, striding over to his work bench to grab a tape measure. "And Alec isn't just a man. He's a celebrity."
"A celebrity who, from my sources told me, was very into you. Love was in the air." Camille retorted fiercely, eyeing the tape measure.
"Celebrities and little fashion designer wannabes do not mix, Camille. After your little rendezvous with Woolsey Scott, I would've thought you would've known better. And just who are your sources exactly?" Magnus queried, before pausing. He groaned with realisation. "It was Clary, wasn't it? Damn that little girl. She is getting far too clever, clearly learning from the best."
"We both had an engagement with Woolsey, Magnus. Don't deny it or forget it. And why won't you accept that there was a spark between you and Alexander? The guy even asked you to call him by a nickname that only his closest friends and family call him. Apparently Jace told Clary that even some of Alexander's assistants can't call him that. And they have seen the guy every day for years!" Camille pointed out, cringing when Magnus started pining her dress again and poked her with a pin.
Magnus rolled his eyes melodramatically, muttering as he focused on the dress. "Woolsey and I were purely physical, you two were in a romantic relationship. And Alexander Lightwood is not interested in me, Camille. You heard all the rumours about him and Aline Penhallow-"
"Yet you were the one who suffered the most when Woosley ended it. And Alexander with Aline? They sang a song together. Dear God, it was even a break up song! So what? Plus, Aline has been seen hanging out with Hodge Starkweather recently. He's older than her and there's rumours about them. And even then, she previously dated Axel Mortmain who was nearly twice her age. You're point being?" Camille interrupted sarcastically, crossing her arms over her chest.
Magnus turned his back to his, slouching slightly in a rare showing of vulnerability, "can we finish this conversation already, Cammie?"
She sighed, her tone softening. "Mags, just listen to me. You'll always be my best friend, but because I care about you so much, I don't want you not to take up an opportunity that will make you happy."
"And you're so certain that Alexander is the key to my happiness? I barely even properly know the guy." Magnus snorted, looking at Camille over his shoulder. "I've done all the pinning for today. Take it off and I'll start sowing."
Camille ignored his command, her gaze gentle. "Magnus, in the last week, you have become even more…vibrant. You laugh more, smile more. You've always been a colourful personality but now…you're more…you. Even Will picked up on it. He was asking Jem who put ecstasy tablets in your coffee."
"You lot are a bunch of gossipers," was all Magnus said lethargically, although there was a smile on his face.
"We're a bunch of gossipers who love you," Camille corrected, stepping down from the pedestal she had been on. She ambled to Magnus' side, wrapping her arms around his waist from behind. He immediately relaxed into her touch. "Don't forget that, okay Mags?"
Magnus sighed dramatically and rotated in her arms, returning the hug. "What would I do without you, my bitchy ice queen?"
"Who knows, my powerpuff girl?" Camille replied, both wearing grins on their faces as they started cackling.
Alec scrolled through his Instagram newsfeed, not seeing anything that interesting. The room was stuffy, despite Helen opening all the windows and having the fan on. He didn't really mind though, it helped him pretend that his sister wasn't watching him like a hawk.
"What's the plan for today?" He asked as Helen worked on his hair. Izzy sat on the nearby table, hair and makeup already finished.
"We're going to go visit Idris University, duh." She replied, sipping some water delicately, to ensure she didn't smudge her lipstick. "Mum and Dad want us to boost our popularity again. Apparently the whole Meliorn debacle has made us gain supporters and haters. No surprise there. Magazines have been ruthless about some of the stuff they've been writing. Meaning, we must work harder to make ourselves liked again."
"With the way they make us act like saints, you'd think they'd be running for president or something." Alec murmured, making Izzy raise an eyebrow.
"What was that?" she questioned, sitting up straighter to make herself more threatening.
"Nothing Iz," Alec muttered, unable to be bothered with her attitude. "Remember when you said that you'd make Meliorn jealous? What have you done or what are you planning?"
"Nothing Alec," Izzy mocked, making Helen chuckle at their antics. "You'll find out soon."
"Should I be worried, Isabelle?" Alec queried, eyeing her as a smirk rose to her lips.
"Don't worry, dear brother. It's all just a bit of fun," she replied, making Alec know that he should be worried.
He sighed, knowing that there's no point in arguing against her. Clearing his throat, he decided to change the topic, "what's special about this university?"
"It's the most prestigious fashion and art university in America. Possibly even in the world." Izzy informed Alec. "Some of the best fashion designers and models have studied there."
"You have to be the best of the best to get in," Helen supplied while she sprayed Alec's hair with something that stank. "Sorry, this spray gives the greatest results but smells like crap."
"I can tell," Izzy said, her nose scrunched up. "Hey Helen, didn't you graduate from Idris University? I feel like someone mentioned that a while ago."
Helen smiled self-consciously, a faint blush rising to her cheeks. She let some blonde strands of hair fall in front of her face. "I sure did. Top of my year too. I did a major in fashion studies with a minor in beauty therapy."
"That sound funs," Izzy responded before a mischievous look rose to her face. "What university did Magnus say he studies at, Alec? I know he said he's a fashion student."
"How should I know, Iz?" Alec answered sourly, annoyed with her constant question about Magnus for the whole week. "Maybe he's at Idris? Who knows?"
"You did seem rather taken by him and his glittery glory," Izzy smirked, hiding it by sipping her water again. "I've never seen you get so flustered around someone…other than Jace."
"Let's not bring up the whole crushing-on-Jace thing again," Alec requested, grumbling. "I'm embarrassed enough to last me a life time."
"Are you talking about Magnus Bane?" Helen was looking between Alec and Izzy, both of who sat up straighter in surprise. Alec nearly dropped his phone, although he caught it at the last minute. "Careful Alec, I nearly got your eyeshadow all over your cheekbone."
"You know him?" Izzy shouted, a grin on her face.
"Dear God no," Alec groaned, knowing that Helen would be fuelling the fire.
Helen nodded, "I did know him and we're friends on Facebook. He was in his first year while I was in my last. The first and fourth years have to do an assignment together. You get paired up – first year models an outfit designed by the fourth year. Magnus was my model. I remember the first time I saw him in his bright red leggings, knee high boots and a black sheer shirt. His makeup was remarkable and incredibly glittery. A right laugh he is. So much fun to work with and he knows what he's talking about when it comes to fashion. He is full of energy and would even sometimes give me great hints on ways I could spice out the outfit. He may come across as a party boy, but do not be fooled. Magnus Bane is no idiot."
"Does he have a girlfriend? Him and that Camille seemed close." Izzy lapped up the information Helen was providing.
"Camille Belcourt? No, they're just friends. Best friends. He and Camille met in pre-primary and their friendship continued from there. When I knew them, Camille had this guy called Ragnor crushing on her. I think he was one of Magnus' other best friends. But otherwise, Camille and Magnus will never be an item. Well, they were once. But Magnus told me that once was enough for him to know that they were never meant to be more than best friends."
"When were they together?" Izzy questioned, gracefully sliding off the table.
"When they were fourteen. Before Magnus decided that he wanted to experiment with the other gender a bit more," Helen winked suggestively.
"So he's gay?" Izzy inquired, smirking at a bright red Alec.
"Not exactly, he's bisexual, but with a preference for men. At least that's what I heard last. But with Magnus, he doesn't really let preferences get in the way if he finds he's attracted to you. If he wants you, he doesn't care what package you have hiding under your clothes." Helen shrugged, "your hair is done, Alexander. I'll just touch up your makeup and then you're free to go."
"Do you think we could see his Facebook? For studying purposes," Izzy winked at Helen, who went red.
"Sure thing, my phones in my bag. Facebook is already logged in, so just search him up in my friends list," she shrugged, pointed absentmindedly to her bag.
Izzy leapt off the table and walked over, searching through Helen's bag and pulling out her phone. She unlocked it easily, typing in the passcode that Helen had trusted her with a year ago. Pressing on the Facebook app, it loaded quickly. Izzy giggled at Helen's facebook profile, where it was a selfie of her and her younger half-brother, Julian, at the beach. Julian had colourful sunscreen decorating across his face, like war paint. In the picture, Helen was grinning widely, the top half of her bright pink bikini showing. The two seemed to be close to bursting into laughter.
"I like your profile pic," Izzy stated, before going into Helen's friend and searching up Magnus Bane. "Got him."
"You are such a creep, Iz." Alec muttered as he continued to scroll through Instagram. "Jace posted another mirror selfie of him purely in a towel."
"Bet the ladies like that," Helen kidded.
"And some of the men," Izzy smirked at Alec, who rolled his eyes.
"Damn, that man sure knows how to model," Izzy gaped at the screen before rushing to Alec's side so he could see his profile too.
"Wow," was all Alec said, at the sight of Magnus' profile picture, where he was shirtless, except for a bright pink feather boa wrapped around his neck. Magnus was grinning at the camera over his shoulder, his make up all dark and smouldering.
"That's him," Izzy informed Helen.
"Good luck with that guy," Helen joshed, "he's a piece of work. Which isn't necessarily bad, but be careful Alec. Magnus has been known to break hearts as quickly as he gains them."
"He's a player?" Izzy asked, returning Helen's phone back to her bag.
"In some ways, yes. He has a long history of lovers, mainly from when he was in high school." Helen educated them.
"Too bad I'm not interested," Alec said slowly and loudly, giving Isabelle a look. He went back to looking at his Instagram feed, suddenly pausing and saying lowly, "Isabelle."
Izzy looked innocent, "yes handsome brother of mine?"
"Why the hell is there a picture of you scantily clad?" Alec snarled, turning his phone around so she could see.
Izzy grinned at the picture, where she was shirtless with one hand covering her boobs. The other was raised up and her hand tucked behind her head. Jace had suggested posting the picture, while Alec clearly didn't agree. "It's my way of making Meliorn jealous."
"By posting degrading pictures of yourself?" Alec snapped.
"I think she looks great," Helen defended, stepping back to look at Alec's make up before fixing something.
There was a knock on the door, interrupting the three. Izzy turned around, thankful to the chance to escape Alec's overprotectiveness, "come in."
The door opened and one of the hotel's workers entered, "Miss Lightwood, Mr Lightwood, I have been told to inform you that your brother is downstairs and security is ready to take you three to the University."
"Thanks, we'll be down soon." Izzy sent him a fake smile, waiting for the employee to leave before she turned back to Alec.
"Don't think you can get out of this conversation so easily, missy. We need to have a talk later," Alec scowled darkly, making Izzy roll her eyes.
"Maybe we'll see Magnus there today?" she retorted, grinning when Alec's eyes narrowed.
"He'd be a fourth year now, so you might." Helen uttered, feeling the tension between the two siblings while she set Alec's makeup. "Done. Off you go, you two. Have fun."
"Bye Helen, thanks for the chat." Izzy laughed as she and Alec left the room. She hurried after him, laughing once at his side. "Today should be fun."
"Oh no Izzy. Do not go getting any more idiotic ideas," Alec groaned, still seeming unpleased.
"Nothing you will dislike more than what has already displeased you, Alec." Izzy sped up, leaving Alec behind to frown.
"God, sometimes I hate sisters." He muttered, before running to catch up, unaware of what Idris University had instore for him.
And that's it. I hope you liked it Thank you to everyone who reviewed!
linlaverynz – Aww I'm glad you liked it! I'm trying to stick to the character's personalities in the actual series, but it's going to be a bit harder with Alec being famous and Magnus being the fanboy ;) Thank you for reviewing and being such a sweetheart!
Guest (1) – I will try and definitely give you more to read then ;) Thank you for loving it, I adore it when my readers actually get in to my fics :D
AM I DAUNTLESS ENOUGH FOR YOU – Hehe here's the update for you! Btw, I definitely think you're dauntless enough for me, although sometimes I find myself as more of a person from Amity ;) God I hope your username is a Divergent reference, or that will be awkies!
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Guest (2) – Oh nooo, so terribly beautifully tragic that you might have a new fanfiction-drug! I wouldn't mind the world being rightfully mine ;) Don't worry, I act like a creep 90% of the time, we can be creeps together. Thanks for kinda liking it AND reviewing!
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Lukas Le Stelle – I know that Alec Lightwood being a bad boy doesn't match up, but I made it that way so that Magnus would see the more sensitive, awkward and lovable side of Alec that we all adore. It was more a matter of making him different in front of a crowd compared to when he's by himself. He doesn't act that much like a bad boy, Helen just makes him look it :P Trust me, you will see him be very sweet and innocent. I wouldn't like the fic myself if he wasn't ;) Unfortunately, I cannot promise that the paparazzi will leave him alone. All I can say is let's hope he and Magnus can survive what they get put through *evil laugh*. Thanks for reviewing!