First Fanfiction! I hope you enjoy it! (No copyright intended, all characters belong to Cassandra Clare)

CASTLES MADE OF SAND, CHAPTER THREE

Inspite of all the danger

"In spite of all the heartache, that you may cause me, I'll do anything for you, anything you want me to,
if you'll be true to me."

"And, if Shakespeare was not clear enough in his message to you; I will gladly explain: False face must hide what the false heart doth know, meaning -" The classroom door creaked opened, interrupting Ms. Garymark mid speech, and from the position of Magnus' seat at the back, he couldn't see clearly who it was. Not to mention the fact that he had his head down, attempting to drown everyone around him out. He still had a massive headache, that made the veins in his temples throb, and his heart pump blood unsteadily throughout his body making him feel weak and sick. Magnus sat in between William, and Clary, and Johnathan one spot behind him; he was surrounded by his friends -however the seat directly in front of him was the only empty desk left in the class, and whoever happened to stumble in just now would likely take that spot.

"Hello, and you are?" Ms. Graymark enquired, fixing her pristine reading glasses on the bridge of her nose.

"Alec. Alec Lightwood." The person sheepishly said. The deep tremors of his voice sent a jolt of heat up Magnus' spine.

"See, I told you there were new kids -that's one of them." Johnathan leaned forward to whisper in his ear. Magnus was slumped over in his seat, his long slender legs stretched out under his desk and the one in front of him. He still was unable to see who this 'Alec Lightwood' person was, and didn't really care to. Johnathan had said the newbies were probably losers, and that was how it would stay in Magnus' mind for now.

Ms. Graymark returned to her desk, and shuffled through a few loose papers atop her desk, before pulling out a white sheet, and a blue one underneath. "Ah, yes, Alexander Gideon Lightwood," she read off of the white sheet, "nice to meet you. Why don't you take a seat back there in that empty desk; and take this blue slip with you, I'll be seeing you at lunch where you can make up the missed time." The class began to do their traditional 'Ooo's' and 'Aaah's', as the kid made his way over to Magnus' row. His shoes shuffling along the marble floors. By now Magnus had his head trapped between both of his forearms, not even bothering to make any notion in welcoming the supposed Alec or Alexander. He much rather liked Alexander instead of Alec to be frank, it rolled off the tongue with a delicious purr. There would be no point to make a new acquaintance this late in the game, Magnus decided -he had his core group of friends, and that was more than enough to support his outlandish semi-fake ego.

He heard the slight squeak of the desk in front of him, and remained in his spot, with his forehead resting between his forearms, trapping his mind inside a world that didn't spin. Ms. Graymark resumed her rambling of Shakespeare, which was always a bore for Magnus -he had nearly read all of Shakespeare's plays and sonnets when he was younger, memorizing them by heart. And hearing her reteach them was unsettling. He took to the words spoken by Shylock, Macbeth, and Hamlet, as if they were the only language he could understand. But of course, none of his friends knew that about him; if he were to tell them, he just might possibly be mocked into oblivion.

There was a light tap on his elbow, startling him from his serene escape at first. The finger that tapped him was warm and sweaty. He lifted his head hastily, and opened his cat-like eyes just as sharply -meeting the gaze of the beautifulest and deepest lake blue eyes he had ever seen. Alexander or Alec, Magnus assumed, was attempting to say something to him, but somehow was speechless, his mouth left agape, and those baby blue's widening with anxiety.

"Yes?" Magnus sat up straighter, trying to regain his breath, that he didn't know he lost just a second ago. Alec looked at him dumb struck, and Magnus took that moment to scan his eyes over Alec's frame. Dark charcoal hair laid lazily on top of his head, as if he had woken up like that but somehow it looked nice; and his cheeks the color of pink roses, against the paleness of his clear milk and honey skin. He was wearing a loose fitting grey t-shirt, dark blue jeans that were distressed at the knees, and white Levi's. After Magnus took his quick once-over, he returned his cat eyes to Alec's, his heart skipped briefly, a feeling Magnus didn't understand.

"Uh..." Alec piped out, turning back to his backpack, and revealing their English textbook. "Do you know what page we're on?"

"Alexander is it?" Magnus tilted his head to the side.

"Alec." He replied quickly, as if it were second nature to state his name.

"I like Alexander better. So let's go with that." Magnus gave Alec a half-hearted smile.

"I rather you call me Alec. Everyone and anyone calls me Alec," Alec impatiently implied.

"Well Alec, I'm not just anyone."

"That's nice to know," Alec muttered, turning his head to the side, "now can you tell me the page number?"

"You just moved into town, yes?" Magnus asked earnestly, completely disregarding Alec's previous question.

"Mag, stop pestering the guy." Clary leaned over, and swung her fiery red curls back across her shoulder. Revealing a snippet of pale bare freckled skin between her neck and shoulder. "Clary Morgenstern." She outstretched her hand towards Alec, and he took it kindly; his eyes dancing with unknown recognition. "It's page 27 by the way, we just started on Macbeth."

"Oh, seriously?" Alec asked his eyes brightening two shades lighter. Magnus had no idea why he even kept himself gazing at Alec for too long; this wasn't like him. By now he would have no need for the conversation, and would have gladly backed out of it, keeping to himself.

"Yeah, why? You hate it to?" Clary leaned forward in her desk again, trying not to cause so much disturbance in Ms. Graymark's class, by now whispering closely -a little bit too closely to Alec. Magnus could tell that she had another motive for pushing herself forward; if Magnus was speaking as a completely objective third party observer with absolutely no personal interest in the matter, Alec was hot, gorgeous, beautiful, etc. It would take a fool not to realise Clary was intentionally trying to push out her chest at him, to get him to notice her, and possibly take a fond liking to her -but yet, Alec paid no attention, and kept his eyes trained on her face. "No, it's one of my favourites actually. Next to Othello and Midsummer's night dream." Alec shrugged nonchalantly.

"Ugh, seriously? Midsummer's night dream? That has got to be the least relevant one, faeries going around, changing men's heads into horses. Completely unrealistic." Magnus sighed, and crossed his arms over his chest.

"I happen to like the fantasy that is incorporated in it, unlike some plays, such as Hamlet. 'To be, or not to be?' that is, the dumbest question. Easily from the beginning he could have told the king of his certain death." Alec looked at Magnus pointedly a glint in his eye.

"You seem to have terrible taste in Shakesperian plays, although we do have the love for Othello in common." Magnus admitted.

"Woah Magnus, didn't know you knew Shakespeare." Johnathan cut in, apparently having eavesdropped on their conversation. Magnus perked his ears up at Johnathan's statement, suddenly realizing he let all of the talk about Shakespeare slip from his mouth like word vomit, and was about to protest, before Johnathan continued. "New kid, where's the rest of ya?" Johnathan tilted his chin up suggestively.

"Umm..." Alec's cheeks flamed crimson. Obviously he wasn't comfortable with the type of attention he seemed to be gaining by the minute. Magnus couldn't help but smile at the anxiety that flooded Alec's eyes; only because the anxiety seemed to change the color into a light lake water hue that Magnus wanted to become submerged in. "My sister has Home economics, and my brother has gym." Magnus noticed the slight resistance Alec had when he said brother -and wondered what that was about.

"Is your sister hot?" Johnathan leaned onto his elbows, bringing his face closer and closer to Alec, over Magnus' shoulder. Poor guy, he must have felt trapped by Johnathan and Clary starring him down.

"John, would you ever answer that question if someone asked you?" Magnus swung his head at him, giving him his best dubious glower.

"No..." He shook his head, and pursed his lips.

"Then don't make him answer that -"

"Hey beauty." Sebastian sauntered his way suddenly down the aisle, dressed in black jeans, and a deep cut orange tank. His curly black hair swept over his broad tan shoulders. He bent down and gave Clary a quick sloppy kiss on the lips, despite her protests. She shoved him away harshly.

"Ew, Sebastian. Don't ever do that again."

"Funny. That's the exact opposite thing you were saying last night." Clary fumed with rage, her pale freckled skin turning a bright red tomato tone. Sometime during the midst of their brief conversation had stepped out of the room. No wonder Sebastian was allowed to enter the room, unopressed. Johnathan's eyes lit up and danced with hatred at Sebastian's comment, but he knew better then to pick a fight with Sebastian. There had been past infractions between the two, that led to bloody knuckles, and Johnathan screaming mercy on the court yard ground. Sebastian gazed around the room quickly, realizing that his spot was now occupied by Alec. Magnus was partially frightened as to what unsuspecting cruelty Sebastian would unleash on Alec; but what did it matter really? Magnus and Alec weren't friends, and you only stuck up for your friends right? "Yo, Alec! It's nice to see your mug here in class."

That shocked Magnus. He was definitely not expecting the partial hospitality Sebastian was bestowing on Alec. But then he vaguely remembered Johnathan mentioning that Sebastian somehow knew the Lightwood family...

"Hey," Alec stood up, and clapped his hand into Sebastian's and gave one of those man-hugs, were you pulled each other in, and then slapped one anothers backs, "It's nice to see a familiar face, even if it is yours." Alec jockingly said. Sebastian returned his comment with a smile.

"Where's Izzy? Not in this class, huh?"

"So her name is Izzy..." Johnathan muttered to himself, still hovering close to Magnus shoulder, making a mental note.

"You know this kid?" William's voice flowed through the group like ice. Magnus had completely forgotten he was there for a moment, being occupied by the sight of Alexander Lightwood. The small innocent smile that Alec downed slowly started to creep away, as he began to bite his lower lip. Hot sparks shot through Magnus veins at that tiny quirk, creating an unsettling feeling to hang low over his wide shoulders.

"His mom is my mom's sister." Sebastian shrugged, and sat down on the edge of Clary's desk. "Yenno, Marian Trueblood, Maryse Trueblood... It sort of fits doesn't it?" Sebastian mocked.

"Ah, so you, are a rich kid. I would have guessed you came here on a scholarship, just by the way you look." William lowered then raised his eyes over Alec's frame, slowly but surely. A look of disgust and disdain was held in his blue gaze. "No offence or anything."

"I-" Alec began, but a split second afterwards the class bell rang, and everyone scooped up their books, shoved papers into bags, and scurried out of class. Before Alec had the chance to pick up his English textbook, William walked over and bluntly knocked it off his desk. What are we in grade two? Magnus thought to himself, and seemingly he felt enraged by William's blatant actions that were uncalled for -he had never gotten upset with William before.

Magnus leaned over, and grabbed the book from the ground, dusting it off lightly with the palm of his tan hand. Alec and him were the last ones left in the classroom, as everyone else shuffled hastily out of the room. "Here," Magnus held the book out.

"You didn't need to pick it up for me." Alec snatched it, and threw it into his bag. His tone was filled with opium, definitely not the reaction Magnus was pinning for -he had hoped his gesture would convey the message of: I'm not a douche bag like William, but Alec was making him feel as if he was. Maybe it was the way he held his chin slightly higher then everyone else, or how he was dressed exactly like the rest of them, therefore grouping himself with the douche bags; or 'Shadows' like everyone else called them.

"My, my. I would've left it on the ground if that would've made you happier. Remind me to never help you again." Magnus shoved passed him, heading towards the bright orange door, and into the hall where William was waiting for him. He was leaning against the locker closest to the door, his arms folded against his muscled chest.

"I don't like that kid." William haughtily said.

"It doesn't matter. I don't suspect he will want anything to do with us, anytime soon."

A/N: Sorry for the wait. I've been extremley busy with a whole bunch of art projects that I needed to finish for class. (I know it's a terrible excuse.. forgive me!) So this is the first time that they met, and I hope I did it justice.
I also wanted to ask you guys, if you wanted some other story lines in there? I have a few that can be incorporated in, such as Jace + Clary, Isabelle + (somewhat of a suprise), and Isabelle + Simon. BUT... I won't know if anyone would like those pairings in the story, without some reviews!
So yenno, feel free to hit that review this chapter button at the bottom, and let me know (:
Next chapter should take one - two days! (because im trying to edit it still, while writing future chapters. Multitasking is a terrible habit to aquire.)

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