Hello again, here's the new chapter! I really don't have much to say, so just enjoy and wait for the next chapter. I'll probably update in a few hours ;)

Chapter 4

Alec was at the library. With the first weeks of November, the cold weather had arrived and although it was still not freezing cold outside, it was more comfortable to stay inside the library. Besides, Alec loved the smell of books. It helped him concentrate, and truth to be told, he «had» to concentrate. The end of the term was less than a month ahead, and Thanksgiving was just around the corner. He didn't want to waste the entire weekend he was going to spend with his family doing homework, so he was trying to finish as many school projects as he could.

Alec was typing his essay for 'Creative Writing' when he got a text from his sister—she texted him every day just to say hi and see how Alec was doing.

I: So...I was thinking about asking Simon to come home for Thanksgiving, Jace already invited Clary. Thoughts?

A: Well, that's very formal...I thought you said he was not your official boyfriend?

I: He was not, but maybe he is now?

A: What made you change your mind?

I: I like him…

A: Yeah, I already knew that.

I: No, but I really like him. Like, like him, like him.

A: Like, like him, like him? Well, those are a lot of likes, so I suppose it's true and you really like him.

I: …

A: I'm glad for you, Iz. I'm your brother, so I'll always think that you can do better, but I guess that he is okay. At least he makes you happy, and if he makes you happy then he's a keeper in my book.

I: You are the best! Jace gave me a three-hour lecture about how Simon was just too mundane for me. To be honest, I think he's just jealous and a bit worried because now that we're official and all, we can go on double dates with him and Clary, and since Simon is Clary's best friend, I bet he thinks nobody is going to pay him any attention.

A: Which it's true.

I: Of course it's true! But for it to be funny, he doesn't need to know.

Alec laughed. He could already see the two couples on a double date. Simon, Clary and Izzy talking about some nerdy stuff that Simon just couldn't stop talking about, while Jace just sat there staring into the distance, questioning his existence, and regretting every decision he's made so far.

A: You are crazy, but if that happens, please make sure to snap a picture of Jace's face. I want to see that.

I: You can count on that...and, what about you? Is there a boy who has finally caught your attention? I have to meet him, big bro. I have to give my approval.

A: I'm here to study, Iz, not to find a boyfriend.

I: I know, but you could still study while having a cute boyfriend. In fact, that would make your life a lot easier. Well, actually not easier because having a boyfriend is complicated (now I'm talking from experience), but it's a good kind of complicated.

Alec rolled his eyes although he knew his sister couldn't even see him.

A: I'm here to study.

I: I know! I'm just saying that maybe you should try it...I don't know, open yourself a little bit. See what happens, Alec. Try going out and meeting new people. You could even ask Magnus out.

A: Why on Earth would I ask Magnus out of all people?

I: Because you like him? Just during the past week I've received 15 texts from you and in all of them Magnus is mentioned.

A: Yeah, I mentioned him because I was complaining about him. I don't remember texting you anything that could have made you think that I like him.

I: You didn't have to, big bro. This hate you feel for him is not natural. You like him and that's why you think you hate him. It's not rocket science.

A: So according to you, if I complain about a guy then it automatically means that I like him. That makes a lot of sense, Iz.

I: No, you can complain about guys all you want and that wouldn't mean you like them. The problem with this particular guy is that you can't stop talking about him—literally. And besides, the things you complain about are stupid, Alec. Like, who makes a hissy fit because his roommate left the window slightly ajar and the room got a bit dusty, huh? Only you! Who complains because his roommate changed his hair color for the third time in a week? You! You're just trying to find things to hate him, but you can't...that's your problem.

A: You know what? You know nothing about it. Of course I don't like him and I'm not trying to hate him either. I couldn't care less about him, actually. He's a nobody.

Alec replied. He could already feel his blood boiling. Who did his sister think she was, huh? Some kind of psychic? Alec did not like Magnus. He did not like him.

I: If you say so...but for a nobody he's pretty important to you.

Alec rolled his eyes. His sister was completely and utterly out of her mind.

A: You are wrong. Bye, Isabelle.

He texted, slamming the phone on the table. He was so angry he wanted to run and scream, but probably doing both activities within the library was not the best idea.

"Well, well, well…who made you that angry, huh? Please give me their addresses so I can send them some chocolates." Camille, who had come out of nowhere, said.

"Not now, Camille." Alec snapped. He was definitely not in the mood to put up with her.

"Awww poor baby Alec is really angry. Who was that? Your girlfriend? Did she finally get tired of you? I mean, I don't blame her. I can't imagine what dating you must feel like. You are just so...boring."

"Look, Camille." Alec said firmly. "I don't know what's your deal with me and, to be honest? I don't care either, but if you don't leave me alone right this second, then you're going to find out who I really am and believe me, you are not going to like it." He added. He knew he had raised his voice a little bit. A few pairs of curious eyes were now on them.

"Is everything alright in here?" The librarian, Mrs. Thompson, asked.

She was an old lady that Alec loved with all his heart. She was nice and always helpful.

"Yes, Mrs. Thompson. Camille was just leaving."

Camille sent him a killing look. "I'm not afraid of you, Lightwood."

"Good because you will be if you keep bothering me." He said. He didn't know where all that had come from, but he was not going to take back what he had said. He had had enough.

"Are you threatening me?"

"Alec…" Mrs. Thompson said.

"Sorry, Mrs. Thompson." Alec said, closing his laptop and quickly gathering his stuff. "And no, Camille, I'm not threatening you, I'm warning you." He added, walking away and not daring to look back. He had made his statement and he was dead serious about it.