Models

The weekend was normal, me hiding in my room watching my guilty pleasure -musicals. From the dark murderous Sweeney Todd, to the smile inducing friendship is magical Wicked. I cried. I laughed. I sung along. I was doing everything I could to forget about Magnus, but with every love story it only made me remember my crush. I knew I should have given it up, but I couldn't. He was just so different and secretive that one couldn't help but wonder about him all day. When school started again Monday I thought Magnus would still be out doing whatever kept him busy last week.

I was wrong.

Entering English I dropped my head hiding behind my fringe as I walked to my desk behind his. We didn't speak. We didn't look at each other. We were strangers once again. I hated it.

Tuesday and Wednesday past in the same fashion. I wrote the next section of the summary and did the questions packet Mr. Starkweather handed out Monday, since I was ahead in the reading. The book was good, interesting and had a way of speaking to the part of me that was emotionally unsure about the whole Magnus issue.

My friends and family didn't notice my darker mood, probably thanks to Jace, who hadn't said anything to anyone. His relationship with Clary on edge again, they were fighting left and right because of the project. Jace even dragged me into it.

"Well you won't have to worry about being my partner ever again. I'll just stick with Alec, at least he doesn't complain." He said throwing an arm around my shoulders pulling me to his side.

I pushed away saying, "That's because I found it pointless. You never did any of the work unless I gave you a script to read during a presentation." I ran a hand through my tousled hair he caused.

"I know right." Whined Clary shooting her boyfriend a dark look. "He's always staring at himself in a mirror."

Jace throw up his hands, "Can you blame me? I'm gorgeous! I mean look at this bone structure, God used all the beauty he could just to make me." He said turning from side-to-side so we all could see his face. Together, Clary and I punched him in the closest shoulder. He groaned in pain and we shared small smiles of pleasure.

"You've gotta pop that inflated ego of his." Izzy said to Clary as she patted at Simon like he was a cat. He wasn't paying attention as he tapped at the buttons of his PSP making ridiculous faces of effort.

"I've tried. But it only seems to grow." Clary sighed resting her chin in her palm.

"I love it when you guys talk about me. It's good to know I'm always on your minds." Jace smiled and Clary glared at him.

"So Izzy how're Maia and Jordan doing? I heard they got back together after their two-year break." Clary said changing the subject purposely and Jace sighed and pouted at her.

"They're doing great. In fact they're both going to be in a huge fashion show, one of Jordan's uncle's cousin's friend or something is friends with the designer and he loved how they looked so they're going to be models." Izzy replied pulling out her phone and tapping buttons until she pulled up whatever it was she wanted then past the device to Clary.

"Oh wow they look so... Hot." Clary said wide-eyed.

"What? And I wasn't asked to model?" Jace complained snatching Izzy's phone and looking at the screen. "Pfft Jordan's nothing compared to me."

"He's tall tan and tattooed." Clary stated. "He's the opposite of you but still godly hot."

"Watch it Fray." He warned.

"That's my saying." Simon broke in looking up from his game. "Get your own lover boy."

Wednesday ended like normal, and I managed to avoid Magnus in the halls on my way home. I wasn't so lucky Thursday though. I stayed late to help the Chemistry teacher, Mr. Fell clean up a pre-experiment mishap, because I can never say no when it comes to an authority figure. I'm such a goodie-goodie. I was walking past the -should have been empty- male bathroom by the senior hall when I heard his too familiar voice. I should have turned around or hurried by but I couldn't stop my curiosity.

"Que voulez-vous dire que nous n'avons pas assez?" A pause. "Well find another one! Damn it! Je vais à éblouir les yeux fermés, Frank... No, ugh, no I'll find someone."

Magnus stepped out of the bathroom and I should have hurried away, but I just stood there like an idiot. I couldn't help it, he sounded like he needed help, and even if he pissed me off I still like him. His eyes glared at me for a moment and it hurt my heart, but then they lit up. Before I could blink he was right in front of me with his hands knotted in the front of my oversized shirt.

"Alexander perfect timing." He said in a rush.

"Huh?" I breathed at a lost. My brows furrowed as I stared into his glitter covered green eyes that looked back at me with a tense sort of relief.

"I need a favor. I can pay you back in anyway you want; money, clothes, a new phone. Whatever, just help me out." He said still holding me in place.

I tilted my head trying to wrap it around what was going on.

"What do you need?" I asked slowly.

"I need you to model. It's a very simple job, smile, walk, turn and change. That's all." He replied with such a serious face I was momentarily speechless.

Magnus Bane. Thee Magnus Bane needed my help. I had to be dreaming, but not even in my wildest dreams were his eyes ever this green and beautiful. So it had to be real.

"I'm no good in crowds. I can get Jace for you if you want, he'll love it." I said in response.

"No he won't do. It has to be you." Magnus said releasing my shirt and taking a step back. His smirk now in place like always.

"Why?"

"Because I know your secret, and I want you to keep mine if you accept." He explained with a devilish expression that did horrible things to my heart strings.

"That's blackmail." I stated darkly.

"No that's business." Magnus chuckled.

I couldn't win this. He was holding my deepest and darkest secret over my head like a guillotine. I groaned and said, "Fine."

"Great, so when the shows over how do you want to get paid?" He asked pulling his phone out of a secret pocket in his jacket. One moment nothing then poof phone in hand. Where did he get these clothes?

I paused for a moment. He said "anything" and I've seen enough movies to know to take advantage of that sort of offer. I smiled to myself for thinking like Jace and being clever.

"I want a date." I said with every ounce of seriousness I could muster.

Magnus paused with his phone half way to his ear to stare at me. A brow arched and eyes suspicious. "With who?"

"With you." I replied. "A real date, not a feel-me-up in a corner, and no insane make out session in someone else's bedroom." I explained with a straight spine and squared shoulders, hoping I looked more confident than I felt.

"You know I don't date well." He pointed out lowering his phone.

"Yeah." I nodded. "One date. That's all."

"Who gets to plan it?" He inquired curiously.

"You."

"It's going to be an awfully dull date if there's no feeling-up just so you know." He chuckled amused.

"I don't care." I assured him and his laughing stopped.

"Very well Alexander Lightwood, you have a deal."

We shook hands confirming the deal, swapped phone numbers, then Magnus disappeared back into the bathroom on his phone talking to someone in French. At my locker I paused to look at my phone to see his name and number there and my heart stuttered in my chest.

"I have a date with Magnus Bane." I whispered to myself. A smile spread across my face and I couldn't stop the, "Hell yeah!" that left my mouth as I grabbed my backpack. It echoed down the hall and I'm not completely sure but I think I heard Magnus' amused chuckle resound afterwards, but when I looked around the hall I didn't see him.

Leaving school I blushed and was happily humming to myself. I've got a future date with my glitter tornado.