One again I'm just awful, this time I'll make sure to set an alarm to remind me when I have to update! I really hope this doesn't happen again…I'll let you get on to the reading now…
1 Week before (Magnus POV)
"Okay class, I'm only going to remind you once. Your papers on The Picture of Dorian Gray are due next week, although I'm sure you're all finished them already," Magnus addressed his class, letting out a chuckle as they all nodded. Of course they weren't all done, he would bet anything that half of them hadn't even started.
"What are you doing this weekend professor Bane?" Jennifer asked as she packed up her laptop, he saw other students stop to hear what he had to say.
"Oh I'm sure nothing nearly as fun as you guys are going to get up to," he responded as he shut of his computer.
"Come on, you're only a few years older than us. I'm sure you get up to some wild things on the weekend," Josh answered, and Magnus couldn't help but laugh.
"I'm at least five years older then you lot, but I guess I'm not boring quite yet," he said, hoping it was true.
"Well whatever you end up doing I hope you have fun," Jennifer said before departing, followed by the rest of his class. Magnus continued packing up, turned off the lights as he locked the door before heading out of the building. It was true he was older then most of his students, being he was 27 and they were all only third years, but he liked to believe he still partied like he did at their age. Maybe even more, now that he wasn't an awkward 20 year old…though he didn't think he was ever really that shy.
Tonight however he was getting together with Camille, she had said the day before that they needed to hit up a new bar, and she insisted they go to something called 7 Tales. It wasn't like he was complaining though, he loved their nights out together.
He quickly, surprisingly, hailed a taxi and headed back to his loft to get ready. It was quite the bummer that his Friday class had to end at nine o'clock, so he had to rush home so he would have time to get ready to head out. If he was ever late he was pretty sure Camille would have his head, he didn't want to test out that theory so he made sure he always got there on time.
Once he finally got to his apartment he quickly headed inside, mentally going through his wardrobe on the way up. He flipped on his lights as he walked through the living room, trying not to focus on the boxes that still littered the floor space. Even though he had been living here for the past six months he still had hardly unpacked anything. He did put away his clothes though, and that was obviously the only thing that really mattered.
After a quick shower to wash away the past five hours of teaching, even though he loved his job, he threw open his closet to grab a change of clothes. He had decided to go with black ripped jeans, and a tight white t-shirt, a plain yet sexy backdrop so his makeup and hair would really stand out. He had just finished the last of his eye makeup when his phone went off with a text from Camille; I just got to your loft, you better be ready! Magnus laughed when he read the message, and quickly put away his tools before heading to the door to let her in.
"Wow you're actually done getting all dolled up," was her greeting.
"Hi to you too," Magnus said before moving out of the way.
"So are you ready to hit the bar?" She asked, looking him up and down. "I do believe you're looking hot."
"I know, who could be able to resist me," Magnus joked, striking a pose.
"No one, you could definitely get some sweet ass tonight if you wanted."
"Camille!" Magnus feigned surprise.
"Come on, you've been here for what, six months, and you've hardly hooked up with anyone," she said, concern lacing her voice. "I'm worried about your health." Magnus rolled his eyes and quickly ushered her out the door.
"I've just been busy, and I hooked up with that Andrew guy you set me up with, remember."
"That was at least a month ago," she deadpanned, pressing the elevator button.
"Oh, really?" Magnus said, trying to remember back to it. "I guess it's been quite sometime then."
"Yes, so please will you let me help you find someone tonight," Camille pleaded.
"Fine, I guess I could go for some fun," Magnus replied, realizing that it was definitely time for some action. The entire way to the club Magnus listened to Camille prattle on about the guys she would find for him, and he started to wonder if it had been a bad idea to let her have her way.
"Magnus, meet Kyle," Camille practically yelled to be heard over the music. We had been here for about two hours, and I could very well say I was quite drunk already. Camille had finally decided I was ready to find a guy, and this was her first pick of the night. I did have to admit though, he was fucking hot. Ripped jeans, a shirt so tight I could see the outline of his abs, and I wanted to run my tongue down them. She did have an eye for the right men.
"Hullo," he said, and I practically melted. British accents still did it to me every time.
"Hi gorgeous," I growled, licking my lips as I stood up. "Care to dance?" He nodded and I grabbed his hand, looking back at Camille to fan myself so she'd know she picked a good one. She just grinned.
I lead him to a somewhat clear space and pulled him towards me, tingling when his body landed against mine. It really has been awhile. I let my arms tangle around his neck, and grinned when his went to my hips, pulling me up against him. I bit my lip when I felt him through his jeans, which were just as tight as his shirt. He continued to grind against me, pulling my hips into his in time to the music. I could feel myself growing hard, and I really didn't think I could continue dancing with him without ripping his clothes off.
"Do you live around here?" I asked, praying that his answer was yes, because I sure didn't.
"Just around the corner actually," he replied. "Why, do you want to get out of here?" He practically purred into my ear. To answer his question I simple attached my lips to his, quickly slipping my tongue in and moaning when his joined. My hands moved down his back to grip his ass, squeezing as I felt him bite my lip. He detached himself, despite my pathetic whimpers, and grabbed my hand. We made our way off the dance floor and I saw Camille grinding up against some guy of her own.
"Camille!" I called. "I'm leaving to have hot sex with this guy, I'll text you in the morning!"
"Have fun, and don't do anything I wouldn't do!" She yelled back. I turned back around to stare at the guys ass as he dragged me out of the club, don't do anything I wouldn't do left a lot of options free. I intended to do them all with Kyle.
"So how was your night?" Camille asked the next day over brunch.
"I'm a little sore today, so I'd say it was successful," I told her.
"Wouldn't have pegged him as the dominate type," Camille mused as she picked up her coffee mug.
"He's sore too," I said winking.
"Damn, you two were busy last night, so proud," she said smiling.
"You take weird satisfaction in my sex life."
"I just want you to be happy, that's all."
"Well I'm definitely happy after last night that's for sure," I said, before taking a bite of my eggs. Camille looked at me for a few minutes, slowing sipping her coffee before finally speaking up.
"Do you think you'd ever want to find something a little more long lasting?"
"Why, are you interested?" I joked.
"Oh you wish," she laughed. "But really, I want to see you with someone."
"I'm just not in the right place in my life to be looking for a long-term relationship," I told her. "You know that, and right now I'm having fun, there's nothing wrong with that."
"No I suppose there isn't, I can't really talk since I'm doing the same thing you are," she said sighing. "I just want you to be happy that's all."
"Don't worry, I am," I reassured her. "Now lets finish eating so we can go shopping."
The rest of the weekend passed by in a blur, filled with papers to grade and lesson plans to prep. Some times I wondered why I wanted to be a teacher in the first place, but when I walked back into my first class Monday and saw all the students, I knew it was because of them. I may have three different classes to teach, all full of different students, but in the short time I've been teaching them I've come to like them all in their own way. It was like a family.
"Good morning class, I hope you all had a pleasant weekend," I addressed them as I started setting up at the front.
"Morning ," Most of them said back.
"There was a party on campus Saturday, so you could say we had a great weekend," Steven spoke up. "How was yours?"
"Oh you know, a little of this, a little of that," I vaguely said. "Though I did finish grading your papers, so you can pick them up after class today."
"I think you party just as hard as the rest of us do, you just don't want us to know," Monica piped up from the back of the room.
"Well I guess you'll be wondering that forever," I teased. "Now lets move away from my party life and onto the topic of Edgar Allen Poe…" I began, trailing off into the start of the lesson.
The rest of the week past in a similar fashion, filled with classes and marking. I met up with Camille and Sebastian a few times throughout the week, either to grab a quick lunch or dinner. Camille keeps complaining that I don't eat enough, she just doesn't know about the midnight snacks of cookies I don't tell anyone about.
Before I knew it it was Friday again, and I was just wrapping up my late night class.
"Have any plans tonight professor?" Mike asked.
"Oh you know the usual," I said as I slid my computer back into the bag.
"We don't know what that is, since you hardly ever tell us what you do in your spare time," Jennifer said.
"Well that's because it would be unprofessional," I told them, and also because my plans tonight were ordering food and watching a movie in my pyjamas. Camille was going out, and Sebastian had a date. I could go out with other friends, but I didn't really want to.
"Some of us are going to SugarLand, you should come with us," Mandi said, which got the rest of the class to persist.
"You wouldn't want an oldie like me to come, I'd just slow you down. Plus partying with your teacher is never cool."
"One, you're not old, I feel like you can party harder than us all. And two, you're the coolest teacher ever," Mike told me. "So you have to come." I laughed, and actual thought it over. It wasn't against any rules, and it might actually be a little fun. I would also make sure not to get hammered.
"You guys are hard to argue with, what time are you meeting and where is it?" The class hooted and Mike ran up to write down the details, I hope this didn't turn out to be a mistake.
000
It was a mistake.
We've been here for about two hours, and it was actually really nice inside, I need to bring Camille here one day. For the past couple hours we've been sitting in a booth in the corner talking, drinking (responsibly on my end) and I even ended up dancing for a while with a few of them. Now though I was sitting back down, nursing some amazing fruity purple cocktail, and Jennifer was asking me if I was seeing anyone. They wanted to talk about my dating life!
Big mistake coming tonight.
"No I'm not seeing anyone at the moment."
"Why not, you're super hot so clearly you get a lot of offers. What's the hold up?" She asked.
"I'm just not looking for anything serious right now."
"That means one night stands all the way," Mike said grinning. I groaned internally, why oh why must this be happening to me?
"Anyone here you're going to pick up?" Nick asked.
"No, that would be inappropriate since I'm here with my students, you don't need to see me pick any guys up," I told them, and I could feel myself blushing.
"Do you think you'll ever meet someone?" Jen asked.
"I don't know, maybe. I'm sure there's someone out there for me, but I'm just not looking right now."
"What about online dating," She said perking up. "My cousin tried that and ended up meeting her husband.
"I tried that a few years ago, but haven't been back on it in ages," I said, remembering my old eHarmony account, would I even know my log in?
"You could always try it again."
"Maybe, but I wouldn't right now since I'm only in London for another six months. There wouldn't be much point finding someone I would just be leaving," I told them. They realized that was true, and probably the reason I wasn't dating. They went back to drinking, and I sat there thinking about my profile.
000
It was one in the morning when I made it home, only slightly drunk as I held myself back, but still tipsy enough to grab my computer to check if I still remembered my password to eHarmony. Curse those students for getting this idea into my mind! For some magical reason I logged in, and was instantly flooded with two years worth of matches and messages.
"God damn it, clearly this was a bad idea," I said to myself, scanning the profile pictures quickly. One caught my eye though, mostly since it was the most recent match I had. I couldn't help but click on the profile, damn his picture was hot.
"Alec Lightwood," I read as I clicked through his profile pictures, which looked to be done professionally. I couldn't stop staring at him, his body was phenomenal, and I moved a bit as I felt myself grow slightly hard just looking at it. His eyes were the clearest blue I had ever seen, one could drown in those eyes if given the chance.
"One message couldn't hurt, right?" I asked, even though no one was there to hear. I glanced at the clock though and winced.
"Maybe I'll wait until the morning," I decided, before quickly logging out before I spent the next hour just looking at him, while very likely getting off. I had to talk to him, I needed to know more about this Blue Eyes.
I hope you all enjoyed this chapter, only a day late… Now we'll finally be getting into some Alec and Magnus which I know is all anyone wants :) I hope you guys have a good weekend, and I'll be back on MONDAY…I promise this time!