Hello to the 2 people reading this. Thank you Ash2006 for reviewing and following, thank you Juline for favouriting… *hyperventilates discretely* I'm honestly having so much fun writing this even though I'm sooooo bad and such a newbie. Also sorry in advance for any American school things that I get incorrect. I'm English ('ello govna') and the American system confuzzels me… seriously, why isn't Junior year 2nd? And what the hell is a Home room? Have a good day.

Magnus

The next couple of hours were absolute torture in my opinion. After scoping him out in art, Clary texted the group-chat (Clary, Ragnor, Simon and me) about my new crush. Apart from Clary, none of my friends were in my classes for that day, so the face and name of my *ahem* 'love—interest' that Clary had not-so-accidentally spilled, was still a mystery. Thank God. The suspense and distance didn't seem to quell the teasing though, dam whoever invented the cell-phone. Not that the banter was helping me much, I was still as clue-less about him now as I was before. Last I checked, the group-chat was discussing me waltzing into school on a horse in order to ask him out. Like, what? It was torture.

And to make things worse, (or you could say better) I happened to have gym with blue-eyes. Urgh. The locker room was so small, I was standing literally 2 feet away from glistening, tight abs (we hadn't even started gym… *dies from crushing too hard*) that flexed and toned even further when the class started. And seeing him work a sweat… by PLAYING DOGEBALL!? My pants got uncomfortably tight watching that. Who knew dodging balls could be so sexy?

In short, his body was toned and sexy as fuck. I would have given anything to be able to just kiss him right there and then... among other less innocent things (; … Unfortunately, I noticed that Mr. Sexy was awkwardly trying not to engage in a conversation with anyone, so my dreams would probably not be received well... *cries internally* So far, I'd gathered that the only people he spoke to were that blond dude, Clary's half-brother Johnathan and Lydia Branwell.

That pretty much brings me to where I am now. Sitting. Alone. In the changing rooms. Hating Mr. Starkweather with a burning passion for making me stay longer to help clean up. Muttering a stream of curses, I decided to check the group chat.

SMS

Clary: K, all JKs aside. We need info. A plan.

Simon: I still think the horse idea was great XD

Magnus: I swear to God, if 1 more person brings up that f* horse again… XP1

Simon: …. but if it was white…. with a sparkly mane…..

Ragnor: lol, that does sound pretty cool….

Magnus: NOT HELPING

Clary: ANYWAYS, does anyone kno his name? he's 6ft or so, black hair, lean frame, wears black….

Ragnor: Wait, u dnt even kno his name? WTH!? He must be suuuuuper Hawttt otherwise, Magnus wouldnt be proper in to him. We all kno mag likes to stalk his victums

Clary: That's the weird thing, I dnt think hes that fit. His fashion sense in rlly bad, and he never bothers 2 look good.

Ragnor: Urgh, Magnus what happened to ur sense of hot?

Magnus: Thx guys ur all helping my self-esteem sooo much.

Simon: Sarcasm alert. But srsly everbody, give him a chance theres probably another reason 2 make up for his looks.

Magnus: I'll have you know hes gorgeous, even if he doesn't dress that nicely, and hes really sweet.

Simon: aaaaah ;D Let me guess, hes got beatiful eyes?

Clary: Actually his eyes are a rlly pretty blue.

Simon: I knew it! That was Camiles big thing as well… except she actually dressed nice

Ragnor: Wait pretty in a deep and brooding way or an eye-candy Miami model way?

Ragnor: Magnus?

Magnus: ….. no comment…

Simon: XD lololol

Clary: I'll show u {PICTURE}

Clary had taken a picture over her shoulder during Art. Alec was looking up and frowning at something Mrs. Fray was saying.

Ragnor: … I take it back, clary what is ur sense of hot? Hotttt DAM he is! He looks deep, brooding and kinda awkwardly hawt

Clary: Unfair D:

Simon: Wait, I think I kno him, sorta. u kno Izzy.

Magnus: Izzy in Sophomore who wears 7-inch heels and can run on grass, yeah…. Everybody knos Izzy *Rolls eyes*

Simon: ANYWAY, shes in my bio class and she mentioned that she had 2 brothers. she even showed me a pic of them on her phone,

Ragnor: Thank God u skipped sophomore year bio

Simon: Thx? ):

Clary: PROGRESS! Now we kno his family sorta. Did she mention their names?

Simon: Yeah, Alec and James… maybe Jake? IDK the 2nd one.

Ragnor: so either his name is Alec or Jake/James/other… great

Clary: looks like an Alec to me, jake is to… different.

Ragnor: Alec as in Alexander?

Simon: Probs

Magnus: So either I go w/ clary and have 66% chance of embarrassing myself, or I go w/ my gut and have 66% chance of embarrassing myself… I'm loving my odds

Right after I hit reply, a heard the door open. I stuffed my phone away and went back to getting changed.

"Hey, fag. Which boy are you gay-ing up now?" I heard an entitled voice drawl. I ignored it, it was Will fucking Herondale, the cliché bully of the school. AKA nobody worth my time. A rough hand turned me around and shoved me onto the lockers behind me, lifting me off the ground. "HEY! I'm talking to you, dick." He smirked. "Oh wait, you're not the dick, you're the pussy. You just like dick." He smiled appreciatively at his joke. I kept my mouth shut, this wasn't a situation I should speak in. But I couldn't help but wrinkle my nose in disgust; his threatening body was pressed, too close, against mine. His disgusting breath was gushing down on me, making it hard to breath. He leaned in closer and muttered venomously, "No wonder your whore of a mother hates you, you're weak, dress like a girl, a fag, and you're a mute." The poisonous words injected into me like a needle, giving blood. I knew I shouldn't care, but the way he said it… with such passion… I spat on his ugly face. He didn't even flinch. "What's wrong you disgusting fag? Bad words gonna make you cry?" he snarled. I braced. A punch landed on my face, his fist cracking against my bone. A metallic taste was in my mouth. I could feel the bruise forming. He punched my torso, making me double over in pain. The punches seemed to never stop, like an endless stream.

I choked on the metallic taste in my mouth.

He leaned back for the final blow. Well probably not the last I thought in a half-daze he's probably gonna beat me till I faint. That desperation… I sounded so pathetic. Something snapped. I saw red. Reacting before he could, I kneed him. I was aiming for his groin but I found his stomach instead. He let me go and stepped back, barely stunned, as I hit the ground. The impact made the room spin around me as I tried in vain to keep him in my view. He cracked his knuckles. Any other time I would be joking about how cliché villan-esque this was, but I just had one thought in my mind: I'm gonna fucking die. My eyes closed as I raised my arms in the feeble hope of protection. I waited.

The sound of fist contacting with jaw shattered the heavy silence. Not my jaw. The sound was repeated several times with different tonalities, small yelps accompanying them. I guessed that the punches were landing on a face… jaw… torso, ouch… nose. I lowered my arms and opened my eyes. On the floor, I registered, lay Will with a heavily bleeding nose, mouth and jaw. My eyes travelled upwards. Standing by him, with a look of absolute shock on his face, was none-other than Alec. Or Jake, I made a mental note to learn his name.

He shook himself out of the trance he was in, and seemed to notice that I was of the floor.

"Hey. Um… can you stand? Or do you need me to help you?" He asked tentatively, in limbo between walking to me and leaving.

"I mean, if I could stand; I wouldn't be on the floor, would I now?" I said shakily. He smiled at that with flushed cheeks. Coming over to me, he wrapped his arm around my waist – OH MY GOD HE'S TOUCHING ME – and the other under my legs. I yelped. His arm was pressing into the punch.

"Sorry." he said in a concerned and gruff voice. His hands backtracked a little, dammit. I closed my eyes and bit my bottom lip to stop me from wincing and moaning (from bliss or pain, who knew), relying on my other senses to take in my surroundings. I could smell his scent, I had no idea what it was but it smelt so good, like a mixture of musk, sweat and fresh linin. His arms snaked, tenderly, underneath my legs and arms. I felt my body tense.

"I'm going to lift you onto the bench so I can see what's damaged, okay?" he asked slowly. I barely managed a nod. As if I were no heavier that a school bag, he lifted me up and carried me bridal-style to the bench, laying me down carefully. No longer sensing him, I opened my eyes. He was now at his locker getting changed out of his sports kit. After putting on black jeans and taking off his shirt he turned around to face me. A silver cross necklace bounced on his sculpted pecs as he turned his shirt inside out. How could he be so sexy without even trying? I mean it must be a crime?! It probably didn't help that he was half-naked but I quickly pushed the thought out of my mind, that would lead us to a road that was very embarrassing. He noticed I was staring and blushed. I didn't bother looking away, instead I arched my eyebrow, hoping to look hot. I probably just looked pathetic. Unlike him.

Even when he blushed he looked hot. This was not fair. He walked over to me still topless with a box in his hand.

"Um… so I've got a first-aid box…" He trailed off gesturing awkwardly to the box.

"Oh." I stood up and started lifting my shirt, intending to fix the cut I felt bleeding there, but I stopped short and cried in pain. I'd bashed my torso in the same spot. As I doubled over, I felt the world spin a little. Then black.

1the dead emoji.

I've re-read this so many times, I think it's gonna be crap.

UPDATE: wow I do a lot of these. I realise that will is mean, yes. And I have a plan of attack, attack. (lol whaddup marvel reference) also I just did some fine-tuning.