(Magnus POV)
"Detention Slave. Hello? This is Magnus speaking. Are you going to attempt small talk, or are we going to paint this table in silence?" He looked up at this, his much too long black hair flopping into his gorgeous blue eyes. He stared at me for a moment, and then scoffed, "Maybe. If you bother to learn my name."
But if he has a name I won't be able to forget about him
"Okay, what's your name?" I tried to look him in the eye, but I couldn't without blushing, so I stared at his forehead instead.
"Alexander Lightwood. But I go by Alec" He said the last part more forcefully than the second, indicating that I wasn't no supposed to call him Alexander.
So of course, I replied with, "Okay, Alexander then."
He glared at me.
"What? It makes you sound like some sort of fantastic vampire hunting, demon killing badass."
"You read to much young adult fiction"
"I am utterly wounded that you would think that of me."
Alec rolled his eyes, but I did not miss the hint of a smile on his face. Our conversation from there was mostly me asking him questions about him. Which he didn't seem to mind answering for me. I learned that he was a senior, like me, but a year younger (17 to my 18). He was on the swim team, but he insisted he wasn't actually any good. He was a second degree black belt in tae-kwon-do. He liked Fall Out Boy and ugly sweaters (I really hoped he was joking about the sweaters). He had one birth sister (Isabelle), and one adopted brother (Jake or Mace or something).
What struck me as odd though, was how he looked away and fidgeted when he talked about his brother, a blush coloring his cheeks. I took this as a sign to change the subject, promising myself I'd find out the source of Alec's discomfort.
"So, Alexander... since you're stuck in detention for the remainder of the week, I formally invite you to a crew diner."
"Crew?"
"Set crew and stage crew.. oh, and light and sound crew. Basically everyone but the actors will be there. We're trying to recruit new people."
"You're not an actor?"
"No. This is my work study, but I do love theater."
"You're a financial aid student?"
"Scholarship"
"That's awesome."
Alec and I did not finish the table (It was probably because I spent most of the time not painting, but instead watching Alec) He really was beautiful. Not like I could ever tell him that, of course. Our school was as bigoted as they came. They would take away my scholarship in an instant if they knew I was gay. And I couldn't risk that. So I was a forced closet case, whatever. I'd be out of there in only a few more months.
"Remember, crew dinner! Saturday! I'll tell you the location when I know it!" I shouted after Alec as he jogged to his car. Alec sent me a acknowledging wave over his shoulder and then he was gone.
Be still, my beating heart!