Heeello! Soooooo sorry about not updating in forever. I was going through this really weird writing phase in which I was doubting my writing skills. Surprisingly enough, it was a Social Studies project which helped me get out of the phase. Sorry, I'll stop blabbing now. Oh, wait, I nearly forgot. Special thanks to my close friend and beta annieherondalelightwood for editing this chapter and the previous one.

Disclaimer: All characters belong to the Queen, as I call her. Also known as, Cassandra Clare. The only thing I own are the words I wrote on this page. Oh, and my obsession with Malec. That too.

Magnus's POV

I stepped into the bathroom. Thankfully enough, it was completely empty. I turned on the sink and cupped my hands under the water, splashing it on my face. The cool spray shocked me out of the void of emotions I was steadily falling into, the water trickling down my face and neck to my chest.

Alec.

So beautiful. His body lithe but muscular, the gray shirt hugging him in all the right places. The light casting on his body, a slightly pulsing gold aura that illuminated his body frame and hips. That silky raven hair, flopping on his face in such an adorable way, breathtakingly stark against his pearly white skin.

Blue eyes.

His beautiful eyes, gazing at me longingly, those swirling colors pulling me into their depths, making me get lost in them. The eyes that held every shade of blue possible, blending into a heart-stopping, spine-tingling picture. His luminous orbs, acting like a black star, sucking up all of my attention without even knowing.

Grabbing a paper towel, I slowly rub my face, hoping to all the gods and deities that my makeup wasn't ruined. I flicked my gaze to the mirror, running a practiced eye along the lines and curves of my face. Good. Makeup: intact.

Stepping out of the bathroom, I headed toward the one person who would understand what I was feeling and help me with my situation.

…

I barged into Catarina's room, not even caring to be subtle. Her head shot up, startelement coloring her features, before realizing it was me and settling for a frown. "Magnus! What in the world are you doing here?"

I paused to catch my breath, resting my hands on my knees. "Cat! You will not believe who I just met. My roommate turned out to be much better than I originally thought he would be. Much, much MUCH better."

Cat smirked. "Is he hot?"

I sighed, my thoughts drifting back to my beautiful new roommate. "More than hot. He's got black, silky hair, a perfect body with all the right dimensions, gorgeous blue eyes that I could stare into all day…" My voice trailed off unknowingly, images of Alec and his beauty and cuteness filling my vision.

Cat's smirk broadened, her eyes dancing with amusement and a little surprise. "Wow. I don't think you've ever talked about anyone like that before. No since…" Cat covered her mouth hastily, but it was too late. I frowned, my mood darkening. I hated any reminders of my ex, Camille. I winced. Even the thought of her name hurt. Cat sighed, her eyes apologetic. "Sorry, Magnus. I didn't mean to bring her up. But it really sounds like you like this mysterious new roommate. You should ask him out."

I shook my head rapidly. "No. No, no, no. It's always the most beautiful ones who end up breaking your heart. I will not date him."

Cat gazed at me solemnly, her gaze filled with sorrow and concern. "Magnus, you need to live again. Not just date people for a day, spend the night at their house and then drop out the moment you wake up. Get in a relationship. This new roommate of yours seems special, more important and more significant. Please, do it if not for me then for you. It will help."

I stare at her, doubts swirling through my mind, before I sighed. "Alright, fine, I'll do it. I'll date him. And for real, this time."

Cat smiled, her eyes showing relief and fondness. "Good. I'm happy for you."

I sighed. "Yeah, well, don't get too excited. He's extremely shy, and I don't even know if he's gay. This might not work out."

Cat cocked her head, pondering. "Huh. Shy and perhaps straight. This is not going to be easy. Oh, wait, what's his name again? You didn't tell me."

I beamed, feeling like this is an important moment for us, that when I tell Cat what his name is the answer will be right in front of us. "Alec Lightwood."

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