"You want me to act like nothing happened?" Alec wondered, his voice fading. Magnus continued to stare down at the papers in his hands and pretended like he didn't hear him.
"Fine," Alec muttered under his breath. Magnus moistened his lips quickly and passed Alec a few sheets of paper, and flipped to a certain page in the large, blue text book.
"Just finish this chapter," Magnus grumbled, avoiding Alec's eye contact. Alec swallowed, his throat bobbing, shook his head lightly, and continued to work on it. Magnus didn't say anything for the rest of the night.
And just like that, everything was back to being strictly professional. Alec didn't like it. He enjoyed talking to Magnus, laughing with him, and getting to know him, but clearly Magnus didn't want that . . . right?
Magnus walked home later that night and didn't tell Alec goodbye or even mumble out a farewell. He simply got up when his time was over and left. To be brutally honest, it hurt Alec and made him feel like shit to see Mr. Bane leave like that.
So when Magnus left, Alec sighed and went over to his bedroom where he collapsed on the bed. He fell asleep dreaming about his feathery haired teacher with sparkly golden eyes . . . and how much he wanted to be more to him than just a student.
"Was it awkward?" Woolsey asked when Magnus arrived home to their flat and settled down onto the couch.
Magnus shrugged, "We didn't talk much but . . . yeah, it kinda hurt."
Woolsey flashed him an apologetic smile, "You did the right thing, Magnus."
"I hope so," Magnus hummed.
"You did, trust me," Woolsey said, "if it continued you could've lost your job and been charged for taking advantage of a mentally ill underage boy and-"
"Firstly, Woolsey, I didn't take advantage of him. We kissed, that's all. And secondly, he's not ill," Magnus said firmly.
Woolsey tilted his head, "If he's not, then why would his mum ask a teacher for the mentally ill to teach him?" he asked confusedly.
Magnus gulped, staring down at his hands, "It- It's complicated, Woolsey. Just trust me when I say this, Alec's normal . . . mentally, I mean. He learns perfectly fine and he's smart and-"
"Your student," Woolsey cut him off.
Magnus nodded slowly, "Yeah. That's the only thing stopping me."
Woolsey bit his lip in deep thought, "If you like him that much, why don't you quit?"
Magnus shook his head, "No, I can't do that. We need the money. Do you know how much Ms. Lightwood is paying me?" he asked. Woolsey shook his head slowly. "A lot," he continued, "And also, I agreed to teach Alec for the rest of the year."
"You'll just have to suck it up, then. Grow a pair and move on." Woolsey said some what humorously.
"I wish it was that simple, Woolsey. Alec's different. He's funny and charming, not to mention mysterious," Magnus said. There was a small fraction of silence. Neither of them said anything.
"I don't know what to say, Magnus, but . . . you did the right thing." Woolsey said almost in a whisper.
"You're probably right," Magnus admitted.
Woolsey laughed, "I'm always right!"
Magnus rolled his eyes, "The thing is, as much as I want to ignore Alec, I still have to do my job . . . which means I have to get to know him- get inside his brain, y'know? But how do I do that without getting personal?" Magnus asked.
Woolsey rubbed his chin for a moment, "You could give him an assignment that involves letting out his feelings or somethin'," he suggested lightly.
Magnus gave him an uncertain look, "And how am I supposed to do that?"
Woolsey shrugged, "I don't know! You're the teacher!"
Magnus playfully shoved Woolsey's shoulder. Yeah, they were best friends. They bickered sometimes, argued, teased each other, but in the end, they always had each other's backs.
Alec awoke the next morning to a loud banging on his door. He tossed his duvet to the side, sludged out of bed, looked out the peek hole in the door, and frowned when he saw Mr. Bane standing out in the hallway. He opened it up.
And there Magnus was, standing there with one of his hands stuffed in his pocket, and the other tightly clutching his briefcase. His hair was pushed to the side and looked so soft and touchable. He was clad in a professional black blazer and cream trousers, like he wore every day. He looked sorta dorky, but Alec nonetheless thought it was cute.
But then Alec reminded himself how terrible Mr. Bane's personality was and he frowned. Yes, Magnus was handsome, but he was cruel. He teased Alec, kissed him- twice- and then had the nerve to say that he wanted to keep things between them even less than platonic.
Alec hated every bit and fiber of the older man standing before him.
"Please come in," Alec said sarcastically. Yeah, he wasn't much of a morning person. He ignored Mr. Bane behind him completely and walked into the kitchen. He poured himself a cup of tea and added a few sugar cubes, watching them dissolve into the hot liquid.
He was startled when he turned around to see Mr. Bane standing incredibly close to him.
"I want to work on poetry today," Magnus said, looking up to meet Alec's red orbs.
Alec raised an eyebrow, "Poetry?" he said, stirring his spoon around in his mug, swirling the tea.
"Yeah, y'know, like feelings and such."
Alec glanced down to meet those shiny, golden eyes hidden behind black frames. He didn't say anything. He simply nodded.
"So let's get started," Magnus said emotionless, thrusting a sheet of paper at Alec's chest.
Alec cocked an eyebrow, "That's it? No guide lines? Nothing?"
Magnus shook his head, "Nope. Just let your feelings out, that's all."
Alec sat down at the kitchen island on the bar stool and clicked his pen. Let his feelings out, huh? That should be fun. After all, Alec had a lot of feelings bottled up inside that were screaming to be set free.
Magnus' eyes scanned across Alec's paper at the end of the day. Magnus expected to read a very lengthy poem about the difficulties of being a teenager, or the mystery of how he got those burns and scratches, or how much of a struggle it was to be the son of a famous model . . . but it was none of those things. In fact, there were no words on the paper. Only a picture.
"I know it's not poetry," Alec spoke up, causing Magnus' eyes to glance up at him, "but I couldn't think of anything to write so . . . I just drew a picture instead."
Mr. Bane nodded cautiously and looked back at the picture. It was good, really good.
"After all, you know what they say, a picture's worth a thousand words," Alec spoke softly.
"I didn't know you could draw," Magnus commented.
Alec frowned, "There's a lot you don't know about me."
Magnus bit his lip and looked back down at the paper. The drawing was done only in pencil, but was still beautiful. It was of who appeared to be Alec staring at himself in a mirror in an empty room, except in the mirror was a monster with claws and sharp teeth and fur. A beast, Magnus assumed.
In the drawing, lying on the ground was a rose with pedals scattered across the floor. Alec was right, a picture is worth a thousand words, yet Magnus couldn't think of one to describe how breathtaking it was.
"It's . . . it's really beautiful, Alec. Mind explaining it?" Magnus asked.
Alec swallowed thickly, "It's about how I got my appearance," he said.
Magnus cocked an eyebrow, "And how is that, exactly?" he pushed.
Alec chuckled lightly, "I'm surprised you didn't ask earlier why I have burns and scars and bright red eyes."
Magnus shrugged, "I didn't want to make you insecure or bring up bad memories or-"
" It's alright. I get it," Alec interrupted.
Magnus passed the paper back to Alec, "So, how about you tell me your story," he offered.
Alec raised an eyebrow, "You sure?"
"Yes . . . well, for professional reasons only, of course."
"Of course," Alec mimicked.
Magnus moistened his lips and leaned up against the counter, crossing his arms over his chest, "What happened?" he asked.
Alec sighed, gesturing towards the living room couches, "You might want to sit down. It's a long story."
[Author's note: I'm really sorry but I have to put this story on hold for 64 days because I have to study for my final. I promise to update this story after 64 days. I'm really sorry and kill me for doing cliffhangers and now you have to wait for 64 days to know what happen]