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Chapter 3: Magnus POV

Waking up with that beautiful, new morning feeling, when all you have to do is stretch and your day is perfect was how I started my morning. I then reached across to the other side of my double bed. By my calculations there would be a gorgeous, blushing, ocean eyed man-boy lying there. My hands grasped empty sheets and my heart dropped. The morning glow dropped away and I pulled the duvet up to hide from the iciness that the morning had just arrived. I dropped my head into my hands and lay there, not crying, but not quite ready to move on with my life.

Ten minutes later and I was ready to get up. I switched on my emerald and brass curved lamp and slowly let my eyes adjust to the new light. Lying with blackout curtains did not always work out in my favour. I trudged into the kitchen and poured myself a bowl of cereal. Alec… oh, I didn't even know his last name. Great start. Why had he left? We were getting along brilliantly, well I had no complaints. I poured milk in my bowl and stirred the little swirly cinnamon squares until they resembled mush. I decided to take a shower hoping it would wash away the numbness I was feeling.

Alec POV:

I only returned to my tent quickly, in case Magnus for some reason woke up and traced me back here. I pocketed the roof key and hid my knife under the hem of my jeans in my boot. It would be awkward to get out, but easy to disguise as doing my shoelaces. The chest pain had gotten worse and I found myself slowly walking in the direction of Brooklyn. Oh-no. Not there. I patted my pocket hearing the reassuring crunch that the money was still there, and yet, there was no way that could help me out that much. Why did I even take it? It's not like I couldn't get more if I wanted to. Now I had probably convinced Magnus I was a piece of scum who used him…actually that was meant to be the outcome. The less he knew, the less he got hurt.

I sat on a secluded bench in central park, staring at the life laid before me. I had three options. One move somewhere new. Two Pretend to die and be Alec's long lost son or something. With the rumours that used to fly around my family, I don't think anyone would be surprised. I could only imagine what my dead would have to say.

"Alexander, bringing us shame even in his death!" Yeah loving family. Or option 3, die for real. Just let everything go, have no more problems, leave none for anyone else. At the moment it sounded like the best option. There was an option 4, but to do that I would have to be mental. Wait mental enough to leave and steal from the one person in the world who had been nice to me? Yeah…kind of answers itself there. I stuffed all my other items into my sleeping bag and rolled it into the outer layer of the tent, which conveniently had straps on. I hid the rest of it on the very top of the building in the hooked ventilation shaft, where it would hopefully stay, until I could come back for it. I unlocked the door and left.

When I reached a phone box that appeared to be far enough away, I began leafing quickly through the pages, looking for IL, my sister, Isabelle Lightwood. It was a huge risk. One that could end disastrously for me, but it was the one option that seemed the most realistic. I held the phone to my ear while I heard that ring tone that meant I was getting though.

"Hello! Isabelle Lightwood speaking!" Wow she sounded happy, not in the least like someone who needed to be bothered with the problems of her psychopathic brother. Her words not mine. "Alexander Lightwood, you'd better start speaking now before I send this message to be traced and you end up rotting away in a prison cell for the rest of your life!" Now there was the Isabelle I knew.

"H-h-hey Iz," I heard a sigh of relief on the other side of the phone.

"Meet me at Animal Nitrate in Brooklyn if you want to talk. Also get some nice clothes, I will not be seen with a tramp!" Then she hung up. Okay then. Shopping trip it is!

With Magnus' 20 dollars I was able to buy a pair of goodwill jeans and a semi-decent top. The jumper was a blue pull-over that the lady in the shop said would look great with my eyes. After getting dressed in the bathroom of a tourist centre, I wasted $7.50 on a cab ride. I could've just walked. I knew Izzy would be there in 20 minutes as that's how long she always used to give me to get dresses into something presentable. I arrived at the club and groaned. A gay bar. Oh wow. Iz sure knew how to pick 'em.

I trudged to the bar and hide in a small alcove, just in case Isabelle did decide to notify the police, which I wasn't 100% sure she wasn't. I ordered a simple coke and slowly scanned the room.

Then the crowd parted, making way for a gorgeous woman with ebony hair and cold grey eyes. She was slim, but not skinny and was clearly taller than some of the men in the room. Of course she wasn't as tall as Alec himself. He reached 6ft easily. Suddenly the prospect of actually talking to Isabelle seemed a million times more daunting and he was about to back away, when she saw me and froze. Time stopped. We were there, but no one was moving, it was just us. Then Izzy raced forwards and wrapped me in her arms.

"God Alec…you dick! I was waiting for you to call for ages! Haven't you seen the news?" Alec shot her a really? Look and she clearly got the message. I checked to see that no one was looking at us, minus the perves that almost looked at Isabelle, and leaned in closer,

"What news?" Just as she was about to answer, I heard a gasp. I looked to my left and saw that with a towel slung over his shoulder, Magnus Bane had somehow managed to strut back into my life. "Shit." I murmured quietly before running out the door as fast as I could. Isabelle caught up with me quickly, with us being in the same P.E lessons at school, because she demanded equal rights.

"What the hell Alec? I nearly lost you back there!" I leant against the wall, with my forehead against the brick silently wondering how on earth this could be happening to me. I wanted to change the subject as if Izzy knew I liked him, she would definitely make me go back and talk to him, and I did not want that. "Alec?" She asked again softer this time. I looked up and I must have looked pretty damn upset because she hugged me.

"What was the news?" I asked her. She pulled away and stuck her hands in the back pockets of her grey jeans.

"You were realised of trial by the clave! Mum and I managed to sort it all out by calling Dad a homophobic meanie. But in ruder words." I sat down on the pavement. I was free to go? It was my dad who had put all this upon me? Questions like this circled round my head, round and round.

"H-how long have I b-been off trial?" I asked looking up from my knees. Isabelle scratched the back of her neck, clearly showing this was making her uncomfortable. "Isabelle…" I warned.

"5 months." She squeaked. Five months. 5 months of living like a tramp, surviving winter with hardly any money and all because no one could find me? These were probably the thoughts I should have been thinking. Instead one was more prominent than the rest. I hurt Magnus for no reason?

"Izzy," I began, "If you turned a nice person down, who maybe liked you and stole his money, so that he would think you were a jerk and not look for you. Do you think if the first person were to go and apologise that he would forgive him?" Isabelle's eyes lit up.

"You and the bartender are so doing it!"

"No we're not, we just kissed a bit…anyway answer my question!" Isabelle nodded and I ran back to Animal Nitrate.

Magnus POV:

I felt sure that our secret kiss on the rooftops was going to be the last time I saw Alec, but the meeting at the bar proved that Mother Nature was telling me to grow a pair and move on with my life. Which I was doing now by playing tongue tennis with one of my boys (by that I mean one of the regulars, not an entourage for when I'm feeling down). His name was Dave Millar and he was nothing compared to Alec. Oh damn him. Why could Magnus not get this boy out of his mind? Hesitantly he pushed Dave away.

"Not tonight mate." He stated simply and went back to the other side of the bar.

He was so caught up in cleaning the glass, he didn't hear the man next to him, until he remarked on his cleaning 'going to break the glass in a minute.' Magnus had indeed been wiping the pint glass for a long time and with vigour. He looked to the right, where the noise had come from, and jumped back shocked. Making direct eye contact with his own were a pair of deep oceanic blue eyes. The black fringe he had going on slightly covered them, but they still managed to stand out. So much so in fact that people (men) were starting to eye Alec up for themselves.

"What do you want?" Magnus asked in his icy demeanour. Alec should be glad he only saved that for people he really didn't want to talk to.

"Too apologise. I'm an asshole. I shouldn't have left, but you got my note right?" Magnus nodded, "And it really was safer for you to be nowhere near me." Magnus rolled his eyes. He had heard that excuse do many times he had considered getting a tattoo of it. The 'Oh I'm cursed, maybe you will be the one to break it!' Then the next day, 'It's not you it's me!' What he failed to mention is how much it did actually hurt him. Especially when Magnus knew it was his own fault. Unlike Alec though, everything was fine, and yet Magnus had still managed to do something wrong. What was wrong with him? Why wouldn't people stay? Embarrassed he felt a tear leak out the corner of his eye and Alec reached out a hand to wipe it off with his thumb. The feel of Alec's skin touching his cheek in an insanely intimate and comforting gesture? He couldn't help it. His head turned into the comfort of Alec's hand like it was meant to be. He recoiled disgusted at himself. This was why they left him. He wanted a relationship, they wanted a bang.

He retreated back to the far end of the bar, the left side, where Alec wasn't. From here he could spy on him and appear as though he was checking the pumps. Genius! It was during one of his stare fests he noticed Alec look around quickly. When he saw Magnus's colleague Camille he relaxed again. Magnus turned his back and began taking orders.

Alec's POV: (sorry!)

Stupid blonde. Just as he was making his move she had to jump in there like a puppy and take his spot. Then she left. He checked Magnus to see that his back was turned. Perfect!