Well. It sure has been a while.
I know I've had a really long, awful absence and I'm sorry for you guys who wanted to know what happens next!
Truth is, I haven't had a very good time. I've been busy with school, boyfriends and jobs. I am only just turning seventeen. I hope you can forgive me, for the sake of Malec of course!
Okay well on with the chapter! wooo
Hmu with reviews if you want the next one xo
Camille Belcourt and Lilith Walker were clad in tight, red outfits in front of Mr. Starkweather's Senior History class.
Alec couldn't have cared less when there was a firm knocking at the door to Starkweather's classroom, and the old man's head snapped around like a bird to a crumb of bread. He clapped the chalk away, then stalked to the door where two cheerleaders representing Seelie State High School eagerly awaited.
The realisation dawned on him when the two girls carried in a large, obnoxious poster with PEP RALLY: 2013 written in red glitter.
The girls were met with a hearty yell and cheer from the class. Starkweather had retreated to his desk after a roll of his eyes, and Alec wished he could have hauled his books to the front to have a one-on-one with his teacher while the rest of the class celebrated the beginning of Football season. But alas, he stayed hunched over in his seat as Jonathan Morgentern, the quarterback, and the rest of his posse hooted and through their fists up and around in the air.
Alec sometimes wished he didn't attend such an... enthusiastic school.
Oh well. One more year left.
"Don't forget! wear red!" Camille shouted, shaking around her skirt and other womanly bits as Starkweather hurried the cheerleaders out the door.
"I don't see why we have to attend this stupid thing? red is totally my colour- but football and greasy sport fans are totally not worth the effort of looking presentable," Izzy stood in front of the floor-length mirror in her bedroom, clutching a red skirt to her slim hips and twisting about. Of course, Isabelle's idea of 'presentable' was showing up to the stands in a pair of stunning stilettos and a matching dress, but after Alec had whisked away all her fancy shoes, she rolled her eyes and went straight for the clothes.
"I don't like it," Alec said from his position leaning up against the headboard of her bed. "It's too loud, and I don't know about you but it gives me anxiety," he confided. Izzy snorted.
"You're probably just uncomfortable with seeing all those boys in their skin tight shorts. I know I would be," she jostled.
Izzy's comment stung, but his anger faded when a pair of amber eyes came to mind. He shook the image away, the image of those arms wrapped tightly around his body after his embarrassing fall on Friday afternoon. It made his insides tingle, and his knees buckle underneath him.
It hadn't been too awful seeing Mr. Bane in class today, he kept his eyes down and just smiled to himself when he saw those expensive Italian leather shoes walk by his desk. He hoped his teacher felt the same.
"Alec? Hello, do I look good in this or what?" Alec woke up to his surroundings, and glanced up to see Izzy in the red skirt, paired with a button up black blouse and a pair of classic sandals. "Not too fancy, but not too high school right?" she looked proud of herself, but Alec couldn't help the smile that donned his face.
"Say it," she spat.
It wasn't uncommon for Alec to get pulled from his room on weekdays and weekends alike to give advice to Izzy on what outfit she should choose for an occasion. And it definitely wasn't uncommon for Alec to redress her. He licked his lips, eyeing down the sandals.
"I think you should go with boots."
Izzy threw up her middle finger towards him, and Alec giggled into his pyjamas. "Speaking of absolute dick heads," Isabelle sing-songed, a pointed look thrown back to Alec's smiling face, "Have you even seen the way Jace has been acting lately?"
Jace? Acting in a funny way? this wasn't news to Alec.
"He did the dishes the other day! and you're the only one that does housework! apart from Max I guess, but cleaning his room doesn't count!" It was true, being the eldest of the Lightwood family, and in a family full of moody, irresponsible teenagers, Alec was the one that got pegged with laundry and other chores around their big, empty house.
Max would keep him company while he did dishes, and would often offer to dry them, but Alec would always refuse.
"When did he do them?" Alec couldn't remember the last time he didn't do them. Isabelle's face transformed into a sinister smile. "Friday afternoon, after your.. ahem, predicament with Mr. Bane."
Alec's heart jumped into his throat, as did an array of excuses and questions. "I thought you were in the car! what did you see? was it bad?"
Izzy laughed, a throaty, hearty laugh that left him feeling uncomfortable. "Oh brother, you make me laugh so! no, it wasn't bad. You looked like a deer in the headlights though when he grabbed you. Try not to make it obvious next time you get a boner for your teacher," she giggled.
Alec jumped up from the bed, rummaging through Izzy's closet to find an appropriate pair of boots as she struggled with her sandals. "Jace didn't see, before you ask. He was glued to his phone the entire time, texting that god-damned redhead, Clary. Hey! Maybe that's the reason he's stopped his douche bag ways! He thinks she's 'the one' after all,"
Alec rolled his eyes, handing her a dark pair of boots. "Focus, Izzy. Did anyone else see?"
Isabelle zipped the boots up on her feet, a thoughtful look lingering on her pretty face. "I don't think so. The grounds were deserted. Though, Alec.. I think you should be careful," Isabelle was rarely cautious when it came to things, she was an act now think later kind of girl. But this warning was uncharacteristic, and it was plagued with worry.
He knew what she was referring to. If anyone else had seen the exchange between him and Mr. Bane on Friday afternoon it could have left him with hate-fuelled notes on his locker or even physical attacks. Not to mention reports to other teachers at the school. Mr. Bane would never forgive Alec, or anyone if his teaching licence was taken away.
But had it been suspicious enough? Alec didn't think his French teacher saving him from tripping onto his face was enough evidence to accuse Mr. Bane of mistreatment.
It was Jonathan he worried about...
That boy was about as ignorant and intolerant as a Nazi general.
But what if things escalate?
Alec shook his head.
Don't be silly. Mr. Bane doesn't want you. He wants a mature partner.
One that isn't a student of his.
The stands shook with a force that trembled Alec in his core. Students and cheerleaders and footballers alike stomped their feet and hooted at the top of their lungs, red banners and ribbons and flags plagued them and the grounds.
Camille stood at the top of the pyramid, the girls shaking beneath her- but upholding their smiles and perfection for the Facebook photos that were sure to surface later on that night. In her manicured hands was a megaphone.
"Seelie State High let me hear you scream!"
The stands roared back, and out from behind another stand marched the band, their instruments in hand and brilliant scarlet uniforms donning their bodies. The air smelt of sweat, paint and coffee that was being served from a tiny, ventilated van off the field.
Alec sat down in his seat, a stupid red sweater hanging off him and Izzy clutching his arm. Her hair freshly curled for the event, and the boots that Alec had picked specifically for her on her feet. She whispered to him as the rest of the school cheered.
"Four o'clock," she instantly went back to clapping her hands along with the marching band and adjusting the scarf around her neck.
Alec glanced in the direction.
His mood went from horrid, to awesome.
Mr. Bane stood at the ventilated van across the field, sipping on a large cup of coffee and clad in a brilliant red blouse and black slacks. He was out of his seat before Isabelle could realise. With a mumble of something about getting coffee, Alec rushed down the steps of the stands and hurried towards the van.
His teacher rested an elbow on the side of the van, his hand curling behind his neck and a cup of coffee in the other. His legs crossed, shiny shoes peeking out from beneath his pants and hair that glittered in its spikes in the light emitting from the van.
"Well, if it isn't Alec," If it was possible to miss someone's voice over a weekend, Alec was emotionally unstable after hearing his teacher's drawl.
"Hi Mr. Bane," Alec murmured, silently handing a few dollars to the coffee vender for a cappuccino. The french teacher sipped at his cup, a moan emitting from deep in his throat. Alec flushed.
"I love my coffee, I can't help it," he shot Alec a wink over his coffee cup.
"I love it too," Alec's eyes went straight to Bane's mouth. He sipped the coffee, his lip gloss coating the edge of the cup in a pink film. Ignoring the sweetness of the cappuccino, Alec swallowed and bared a toothy grin as his teacher wiped at his forehead. "Now," he began, "have you started on that homework?" he shot Alec a cheeky smirk, one perfect eyebrow shooting up into his hairline.
Alec cleared his throat, "Well, actually I-"
"Watch it, Lightwood!"
Oh no.
Jonathan Morgernstern had come out of nowhere, clad in football gear, and with him a crowd of people eager to laugh at something. An elbow shot out, knocking Alec forward..
and right into his teacher.
Here's take two.
Embarrassment stung his cheeks, but it wasn't until his chest burnt and his damp sweater sagged on him that he realised that Mr. Bane's coffee had shot out of his hand when the pair collided.
Where did mine go?
The french teacher stood in front of him, his silk shirt soaked in hot coffee.
Clinging to him.
To his body.
Jesus.
"Don't be a fucking idiot, Lightwood-apologize!" the taunt came with laughs and giggles. Jonathan stood about a foot away now, his big arms crossed in front of his chest as Alec and Mr. Bane comprehended the situation.
A few seconds past.
Then..
"Detention, Morgenstern."
Alec wasn't expecting his teacher to say anything, let alone please Alec immensely.
"You're lucky I have no classes with you, Jonathan. I'm assuming it's because your intelligence levels are simply too low to allow a being like yourself to learn a second language, unlike Alexander here who is my favourite, and most dedicated student."
Dedicated to you.
The bully's gaze wavered to Alec's, and he shied away- a scarlet blush honing in on his face.
The jock grumbled to himself and hobbled off with his friends. The football game would begin soon, anyway.
It was quiet between the teacher and student, only the fading roars and music that interrupted the silence. Alec averted his eyes from Mr. Bane's chest, a lovely thing that was quite visible now, thanks to his soaked shirt.
"Like it?"
Oh my God!
"It's Armani. Well it was, not any more though- now the silk has been ruined."
Oh. Thank God.
"Why do you let him do that?" the teenager glanced up to the amber orbs staring him down. A beautiful frown, his eyebrows laced together and a small wrinkle between them. Just about the only wrinkle on his gorgeous face.
"I don't know. I-I can pay for that, you know," the words escaped before he comprehended what he was saying, "the shirt, I mean i-it wasn't fair, that your shirt got ruined, and I know it would be expensive, I mean, um, my sister has somethi-,"
A slim finger rose up to his lips.
"Oh, shush, Alexander. I know you like being called Alec, but my God- it's fun to roll off the tongue." Mr. Bane took his hand away, the frown leaving and a smile replacing it. "You can pay me in other ways, I suppose."
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WHAT WILL IT BE?
(Maybe sexual favours, maybe tutoring work, maybe anything!)
Disclaimer: I've lived in Australia my whole life and have never, ever ever ever once attended a pep rally. Please excuse my dumbness.
Well.. I hope it was worth the wait. Stay tuned!
Thea x
