"Lives in New York his whole life and gets lost going to a high school as big as the pentagon all while he has at three different navigation apps." Ragnor grumbled, the bottom of his jeans sopping wet.

Magnus just smiled, he was the perfectly dry one of the pair, as they made their way to the bleachers of the soccer stadium.

"Oh, where is your sense of adventure Ragnor?"

Ragnor glared, "Back on the subway along with my pride and dignity."

Magnus snorted and headed up the stairs, where he and Ragnor found somewhat dry seats behind a hooded teen and what looked to be his girlfriend, who had long black hair and an intense expression.

"The things I do for you," Ragnor murmured as he tried and failed to dry the seat before he sat down.

"I thought I was supposed to be the dramatic one? You know, stereotypically speaking." Magnus teased, not seeing Ragnor flick him off as he stared onto the field, looking for the blue eyed black haired boy.

Ragnor huffed, "You are incredibly dramatic. What rational human being goes all the way to Manhattan from Brooklyn just to see and possibly speak to the guy they had a one night fling with, just because they didn't call?"

"Touché, Ragnor, but this was your idea if you recall."

"Yes, because I am a good friend and you were moping."

"I was not moping!" Magnus exclaimed, giving Ragnor an indignant look.

"You were too; you stayed on the couch all week and watched your phone."

Magnus looked away, back to the field.

"Are you sure you're straight? You seem to watch me an awful lot."

Ragnor shrugged, "I am both straight and observant. Hence why I found Wonder Boy the second we sat down and you're still looking for him."

Magnus glared at his friend, "Where?"

It was Ragnor's turn to be smug as he pointed out Alec, in a black and gold jersey, on the other side of the field. His smooth, creamy complexion (which Magnus absolutely adored) was plastered with mud and his messy hair was sticking to his forehead. Magnus still thought he was quite the sight, even more so as he lifted his shirt to wipe of his sweaty face, revealing his rather sculpted six-pack.

On anyone else Magnus would have thought this to be a calculated move, someone wanting to show off their body, but with Alec, Magnus knew the boy really was just wiping his face and not even probably hadn't noticed the swarm of girls fanning themselves at the action.

The hooded figure, however, did notice and laughed.

"Honestly, if Alec doesn't sleep with at least one of those girls, I'll be forced to take one for the team."

The black haired girl next to him gave him a disgusted look.

"Alec isn't like that you know it. He, unlike someone I know, isn't a slut."

Well maybe they aren't dating, Magnus thought, as it would be awfully rude to tell your significant other you wanted to sleep with someone else.

Ragnor snorted at the comment, "That you know of."

Magnus's eyes widened and he elbowed Ragnor to shut him up but it was too late as the girl whirled around on them.

"What about Alec?" She asked.

Ragnor actually looked afraid, "Alec? Oh I thought you said . . . Alan."

"Alan?"

"Yeah, Alan Smith, awful man slut he is."

Her dark eyes narrowed, as if it to test if he was telling the truth, but then she turned back to the game as the crowd began to cheer rather loudly.

Ragnor gave Magnus a rather fearful look and Magnus just smiled. The crowed quieted down and all of the players got back into their starting positions.

"Go Alec!" the hooded figure in front of them shouted.

A second later the black haired girl smacked the hooded boy's arm.

"Jace, are you trying to get caught?"

Jace snickered, "No if I were doing that then I would do this,"

The boy in front of them flipped his hood backwards, revealing golden blonde curls and Magnus's mind clicked in realization. He was Alec's brother from the other night.

The girl in front of them grimaced and grabbed the boy's hood, putting it back on his head.

"Stop it, seriously. If you get caught you could get yourself and me in trouble and I'm not in the mood for it. Besides, Alec would kill you."

"Why would he kill just me? You're the one who helps sneak me in here!"

Magnus didn't hear her reply as he turned to Ragnor.

"Ragnor I think we should move," Magnus whispered, deciding it would be too weird to ogle Alec right behind his brother.

"But we," Ragnor began to complain, but a look from Magnus silenced him. Ragnor sighed and got up to follow his friend.

At the same time a whistle blew and Alec glanced up at the bleachers, presumable to give his brother a warning glare. Alec's eyes widened as he saw the figure just behind his siblings. Magnus Bane.

Just then another whistle blew, and Alec, still distracted by Magnus, hissed in pain as the ball collided with his face. His teammates and the rival team yelled and ran around him to get the ball as it bounded off his face.

"Hope that didn't ruin his pretty face, otherwise this would have been a waste of time," Ragnor teased ignoring Magnus's glare.

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Isabelle turned to look behind her, sensing the movement and wondering what it was that could have caught Alec's attention. She saw the two men from earlier, one at least partially Asian, tall and skinny in a track suit. She scrunched her eyes as a bit of glitter came into view as the man went up a few bleachers, a stretch of glittered skin showing as his shirt rode up. Then it clicked, that was Magnus. Alec's Magnus.

Why the hell was he here?

"Is that Magnus Bane?" Isabelle asked.

Jace, not paying attention to her at all, said nothing.

"Jace!" Isabelle snapped, getting his attention

"Ugh, what Izzy?"

"I said is that Magnus Bane?"

Jace looked to where she was pointing and nodded.

"Yeah, I think that's him. I only went to like two of his parties. Why?"

"Does he go to the other high school?"

Jace shook his head, his attention back on the field as Alec made yet another awesome play.

"Then why would he be here?"

Jace sighed, "I don't know Iz."

Then with a smile he turned to her, "Maybe he likes a man in uniform."

Isabelle scowled and Jace just winked at her before turning back to watch the game. Isabelle stared off as the two men, Magnus and the other guy, sat down at a spot a few rows back.

Was he there for Alec? Isabelle pondered.

"Did you hear what that other guy said about Alec?" Isabelle asked, not giving up quite yet.

"They were talking about Alec?" Jace replied, barely giving her the time of day as his eyes stayed on the field.

"Yeah, when I said Alec wasn't a slut he laughed and said 'that you know of' like Alec was some sort of whore!"

Jace sighed and turned to her, knowing she wouldn't shut up until he did.

"So?"

"So was he at that party?"

Jace turned to look at the pair, and then back to Izzy.

"I don't know, he doesn't look familiar but a lot of people were there. He probably just saw Alec with that blonde chick or something."

"What blonde chick?"

Jace sighed, "From the party, I told you this. Alec was with a blonde girl at the party and I think he left with her; maybe Alec is a bit of a slut and is just better at hiding it."

Isabelle just stared at him, and he decided to further elaborate

"He's earned the right to be, you have no idea how hard it was to get a girlfriend back in the day because you telling everyone we had cooties. I had to give so many girls cooty shots just so they would talk to me!"

Isabelle just laughed, "I'm sorry if I stopped you from holding a girl's hand in the first grade or something."

"Hey that was elementary school second base alright?"

Isabelle smiled and just shook her head.

"So at the party, was Alec drunk or something? Just leaving with some strange girl, that's not very . . . Alec of him."

Jace shrugged, "He didn't look it, he actually looked kind of happy. I couldn't tell him not to go, even if I had to back down from a fight after that asshole left. He better have been a slut that night!"

"Aw, your big brother wasn't there to protect you so you got scared?" Isabelle asked in a mock baby voice and pinched his cheek.

Jace swatted her away, "No, the other guy just had his boys with him. Not even I would take that on, even if I would have gotten a few good shots in. Just saying."

"So, Alec really looked happy? The night at the party?"

Jace looked thoughtful for a moment, "Yeah. He really did."

Izzy nodded, "Okay."

Jace gave her a strange look but turned back to the game, and Isabelle glanced back at Magnus and his friend, wondering if this man was someone that could make her brother truly happy for longer than one night.

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"So those were his siblings, I'm assuming?" Ragnor asked as Magnus forced him down onto a set of bleachers far behind the two Lightwoods.

"Of course they were. Erg! I should have recognized Blondie from the party sooner."

"Well, he did make a bit of a splash at the party. He was the guy who made out with Chase's girlfriend. Have you seen his Facebook statuses lately? It's quite depressing."

"No, I have not do tell me more about this nearly perfect stranger's dull sounding love life."

"Says the man who is stalking a high school boy at his soccer game," Ragnor retorted.

"You keep saying snarky things but again you came up with this plan."

"Details, Magnus, details."

Magnus just shook his head and watched the game, and while he knew almost nothing about soccer, he knew Alec appeared to be very good at it. Which was rather obvious with his scholarship but, seeing him in action just proved that he had very much earned the award.

"You know," Ragnor interrupted Magnus's thoughts, "his sister looks a lot like him. You should have realized that straight away."

"She doesn't look that much like him."

"They could be twins."

"You're over exaggerating."

"You're under exaggerating, they look a lot alike."

Magnus just ignored him, focusing on Alec as he helped his team score yet another goal and they were ahead 3-1.

"So, speaking of Blue Eyes, since I assume we are speaking in code now as we can't even speak his now aloud near his siblings. How are you going to speak to him if you can't even speak of him?"

Magnus shrugged, "I was hoping it would just sort of come to me when the time came."

Ragnor shook his head with some exasperation, "Well you better hope it happens soon, there is only three minutes left."

Magnus raised his brow and turned to watch as the countdown on the scoreboard hit 2 minutes and 50 seconds.

"Hmm, I guess I'd better."

"Hmm, guess you'd better," Ragnor responded mockingly, but Magnus didn't hear as an idea popped into his head.

"Hypothetical situation Ragnor, say you're a gay man."

"Would this be easier if we used you as you are indeed a gay man?"

Magnus ignored this.

"And you're also a superstar athlete, surrounded by many decent looking teammates whom you share a shower with. Only problem, you're closeted. As a closeted guy do you shower with said teammates and risk being caught checking out these decent looking mates or do you hide out and wait until they leave?"

"Um, hide out?" Ragnor answered unsurely.

Magnus smiled, "Exactly."

"So the plan is to wait until he's showering and just hop in there with him? Seems a bit creepy and farfetched, even for you, I must say."

"No, that's not the plan. I'm going to wait outside the locker room for him. Jesus, not everything is about sex Ragnor."

"Now you've completely lost me, so you're not planning on sleeping with him?"

"Well, that's a nice perk. But no that is not the plan, at least not right away, I just want to talk to him and see why he hasn't called."

Ragnor sighed, "So I guess I'll wait up or should I head back to our place, because I can't lie Magnus, being around this is a wee bit nauseating. I hated high school when I had to go and being here now somehow by choice just seems all kinds of wrong."

Magnus snickered, "You can go."

Ragnor smiled and clapped him on the shoulder, "Thanks man."

"Avoid standing to close to any curbs or men with patches over their eyes," Magnus called after him with a smirk, reminding him of their adventurous time getting there.

Ragnor just glared and stomped down the bleachers.

Just then the ending game buzzer sounded and the Alicante Angels had won. With the look on Magnus's face though, you'd have thought it was a personal victory.

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Magnus leaned against the cool cement wall of the athletic building, the sun starting to set and the outside lights turning on automatically, attracting moths and what not to their bright light. Magnus held a cigarette in his hand, barely glancing to his left when the door swung open, and three boys in uniform walking out. Magnus dotted out remaining cigarette against the wall, getting up the gall to finally enter the locker room, as he had counted and knew those were the last three remaining soccer players until Alec was the sole player left in the showers.

"You know I checked the yearbook, and no Alan Smith exists."

Magnus turned sharply to his right to see the black haired girl from earlier. Alec's sister.

"Alan Smith?"

"Yes," the girl sauntered up to him, "Alan Smith. You and your friend were talking about him earlier, the uh 'awful man slut'."

"Oh right, him. He was probably too busy blowing some guy, or getting blown, to get his picture taken, he isn't too picky. His tastes go through all genders, all races, and all ages, even hooked up with his own cousin once."

"Sounds like a good time," she responded, folding her arms across her chest.

"That he is, but now that we've solved the problem of the indeed existent Alan Smith, I guess it's best we part ways."

"So this Alan, does he go to this school still?"

"No, I think he graduated last year . . ." Magnus replied, getting annoyed now. What was this girl up to?

"Did you hook up with him?"

"What? No, I"

"Because you seem to know an awful lot about this guy, and you obviously don't go to this school."

Magnus did his best to take that as a compliment and not the insult he was sure she intended it to be.

"And it looks like you're trying to break into the boy's locker room. You know, of a high school, where hundreds of underage boys shower. Naked. If that doesn't scream creeper to you . . . Are you a pedophile? Oh my god, that must be it!"

Magnus looked horrified and Isabelle simply looked amused.

Stupid fucking rich kids, Magnus thought, only they would find an encounter with a possible pedophile amusing.

Of course, Magnus wasn't a pedophile but she didn't know that. Did she?

"Wait, no, I'm not . . ." Magnus began to explain but Isabelle began to double over with laughter.

"I know. I know who you are Magnus Bane, you're the guy who slept with my brother."

Magnus' mouth was agape at this point, his green gold eyes wide as saucers, "I'm sorry, what?"

Isabelle smirked and walked closer towards him.

"Nice try and while I applaud the effort I did want to actually talk to you. Kudos for not selling my brother out though, earns you some serious brownie points."

Magnus straightened up, not one to be made a fool of.

"Talk to me?"

"Yes, talk to you."

"About what exactly if you don't mind me asking"

Isabelle shrugged, "Well I certainly wasn't here to discuss your outfit, fabulous as it is."

Magnus blinked, unsure of what to say. He was rarely stunned into silence. What was with these damn Lightwoods?

"So why are you here?" Isabelle demanded.

Magnus didn't respond right away so Isabelle continued.

"Are you trying to sleep with him again? Because if you are here just for that you better leave now, because he deserves better than that."

"That's not why I'm here," Magnus interjected.

Isabelle looked happy with that response.

"Then why are you here?"

"I was just going to talk to him, your brother was . . ."

"If you say anything about how my brother was in the sack I will castrate you."

Magnus shook his head, "No I wasn't going. It's not about that. Your brother was different is all I was going to say. I told you it's not about sleeping with him."

Isabelle looked a bit skeptical, "You're here to talk to him?"

"Yes, that's all."

"Well, you do know for most people the whole talking thing comes first, then the dating, then the sleeping together."

Magnus shrugged, regaining some of his composure, "What can I say? I'm an unconventional guy."

That got a smile out of the girl and Magnus instantly more comfortable now that he no longer felt he was in danger of being castrated.

"So, do you like my brother?"

Magnus chewed on his lip, "I don't know him all that well to be honest. But he certainly is captivating."

Isabelle's black eyes seemed to shine with sadness at this, "He'd never believe that."

"I got the hint he wasn't the most confident person."

Isabelle nodded, "Yeah, Alec is just . . . look I know this is weird and I don't want to you to back off of Alec because of anything I've said or am about to say but Alec is my brother. My older brother and he always protects me but I have to protect him too, so if you're just here for a good lay or some sort of fling you should just go. Because I'm not going to sit by and watch my brother get hurt."

Magnus blinked, "I'm not going to hurt him."

Isabelle's gaze narrowed, her eyes scouring over him as if she could detect if he was lying or not by his posture or something.

"Ok, I believe you and I'm sorry if this is weird but well he's my brother and he's always looking out for everyone else. It's my duty to do the same."

Magnus nodded, "That's very sweet."

Isabelle smiled, "Yeah, something like that. Anyways, I'd better go but if anything does happen to my brother and you're the cause of any of his pain then I suggest you leave the state because I will come after you."

Magnus nodded, not feeling as much intimidated (he was a little bit) he appreciative. And with that Isabelle Lightwood sauntered off into the night.

"You'd think a ritzy school like this one would have better security," Magnus muttered to himself, still waiting on Alec to come out of the locker room.

Alone with his thoughts, Magnus pondered just how strange this must seem. He had met the guy once, quickly slept with him, asked him to call, didn't get a phone call and was now waiting outside his locker room after a soccer game of which Alec didn't even know he had attended.

Magnus wondered if this plan was truly as brilliant as he once thought it was, and began to doubt this. It was weird, even for him and probably even more so for the ever so innocent Alec. Of course, his sister seemed somewhat ok with it, and she even knew who he was, which meant Alec had at least mentioned him and whatever it was she said didn't lead to his immediate castration.

Then again, she did threaten to physically harm him if anything had ever happened to Alec, and Magnus wasn't exactly the best with commitment . . .

Just as Magnus's doubts began to outweigh his hopes the locker room door swung open, revealing a freshly showered (hair still damp) Alec Lightwood.

Magnus froze, but one look at the boy, his disheveled hair, mud no longer plastered against his lovely pale skin, those blue eyes alive with happiness (probably ecstatic over their win) Magnus no longer doubted himself.

This boy was certainly worth the risk of humiliation.

Those blue eyes finally turned to him, widening with surprise and confusion..

"Magnus?"

Thanks everyone for all the review, alerts, and favorites. I will do my best to work on changing tenses (sometimes I'm in such a hurry to post I overlook things).

Next chapter will be very long and be Magnus/Alec centered.

*also to let you all know, Ragnor was very wrong about one thing about Magnus that will

Snippet of Next Chapter:

"You came all the way here, just to ask why I hadn't called."

Magnus looked sheepish. He never looked sheepish, hell he never felt sheepish!

"I know a bit strange isn't it?"

Alec shook his head, a vague smile on his face.

"No it's," Alec thought of Dylan. How he refused to go to any of his games as if being seen within 100 yards of Alec would out him. He thought of the shame it made him feel to have someone be so ashamed of him, "nice."

"Nice?" Magnus asked with a question vaguely reminiscent of their night together.

Alec smiled, remembering it as well, "Nice."

Yes, the "nice" thing will be come up a lot with them, because as you will soon learn about both Magnus and Alec, nice is a very very good and very rare thing to each of them.