First Fanfiction! I hope you enjoy it! (No copyright intended, all characters belong to Cassandra Clare)
CASTLES MADE OF SAND, CHAPTER THIRTY FOUR
HOMECOMING PART III
For No One
"Your day breaks, your mind aches, You find that all her words of kindness linger on
When she no longer needs you, She wakes up, she makes up
She takes her time and doesn't feel she has to hurry
She no longer needs you."
There were a series of events and happenings that occurred that stormy night at Mount Western Prep. Private Academies homecoming dance. Course changing events which involved different groups of friends and couples of every other side, coming together in such a way that detoured the meaning of what was supposed to be a perfect night; but nevertheless it was definitely one to remember.
For you see, there was a couple, a boy and a girl, who were somewhat careless and didn't use protection of any kind when they escaped into the night; and the occurrence that went on was bound to cause long-term trouble. On another end of the night, there was another two, this time a boy and a boy, evenly matched, who ended up throwing heated words and punches in a darkly lit hallway; far from any curious eyes. Then, there again, were two boys in which one boy wouldn't know where he stood anymore in regards with the other by the end of the night—into the early morning.
The booze would have been flowing in heavy streams and more than one person would have ended up dabbling in a few drinking games out back, that led to a girl being left alone in the rain. A chance kiss with the wrong person would bring up new difficulties. Someone would say I love you at the crack of midnight, and whether that 'I love you' was reciprocated or not, we don't know quite yet. And then, there was someone who died.
But we'll get to that a bit later. Because what is suspense without the wait?
"Sail"
Magnus stood among the throngs of people littering the dance floor. Bodies were pushed up against his, moving rapidly to the loud base of the music, waving throughout the dome shaped gym. Flashing blue and purple lights made it almost unbearable for his eyes to stay trained and or concentrated on anything at the present moment. The whole room was filled with decorations; from the dark swatches of burgundy and black drapes hanging from the ceiling iron pews, to the dangling black and gold stars hanging freely overhead. In the middle of the space, high above their heads, there was a structure which was made up of four different masked jokey faces—glittering and sparkling in the light—in which each face was placed on one of the four sides. There were large vases situated around the walls, flanking the archway door, with deep blood red colored roses flowing over top, flecked with gold dust.
The atmosphere of the space was... Lustful—Intriguing. Magnus felt his senses almost ignite as soon as he had walked into the make-shift Homecoming dance. He was clad in a pale grey dress suit, his pants hugged his legs tightly, accentuating the slight muscles in his legs and his butt; and he wore a dark indigo button up underneath with an ashy grey tie on to match. Definitely not the flashiest of outfits he was accustomed to wearing—but he more than made up for that in regards to his hair and face. The tips of his dark spiked up hair was twinged with bright blue, orange, and purple glitter—his eyes rimmed with rich blue eyeliner, while his cheeks were dusted with a bit of white glitter as a highlighter.
Magnus could detect the origin of the music playing overhead—faintly in the regards that the base had been turned up substantially, reverberating throughout the whole entire room, stuttering Magnus' heart. William, James and Tessa were all crowed around him, mainly trying to scream—talk—to each other over the base of the song. Magnus could see Camille and Sebastian a long ways away, standing near one of the exit signs above a back door: her legs were wrapped tightly around his waist, while he supported her barely covered butt with the palms of his hands. They were kissing sloppily; not caring at all about the people around them. But hey, that was Sebastian and Camille for you: two of the most ludicrous people, going against every ones wishes to please themselves.
Magnus sighed to himself slightly. Of course, he was having a good time, the dance was always one of the highlights of the year, but he just couldn't completely get into the whole vibe. And he knew that there were only two reasons why. One, in which he really didn't want to go there and rather he pushed the thought of bright yellow eyes to the back of his mind hurriedly. The second, was that his blue eyed boy was nowhere to be seen. Come to think of it, none of them—Jace, Clary, Simon, Isabelle, and Alec—had showed up. Magnus was left to wait patiently... Well, as patiently as he deemed possible for them, in hopes that once they had arrived he would be able to steal Alec away.
Earlier at the house, Magnus didn't necessarily want to leave and help Isabelle in picking out her dress, but he saw it as an opportunity to get to know her better than before, as well get an insider scoop on Alec a bit more. Learning that his—boyfriend? Was that what he was?—used to sleep with his parents until the age of eight was definitely something Magnus was going to taunt Alec with. And then there were a few things that Isabelle mentioned that confused Magnus, like the fact that there was another Lightwood—Max. Alec had yet to mention anything involving Max Lightwood, and while Magnus tried to coax a bit out of Isabelle about him, she wouldn't let up. Magnus decided in that moment that, that family was strong in standing their ground on certain topics. Unbending, unnerving—always trying their best to protect themselves as well as the ones they love.
Magnus did another one of his occasional sweeps of the room, as the music changed dramatically, the song Sail by AWOLnation engulfing the room instantly. The base in the song was even more dramatic than the last one, making the glittering stars hanging from the tight strings shake. Magnus glanced towards the doorway leading in and out of the gym, and instantly his breath hitched in his chest. Because there he was, standing in all of his glory with the rest of them flanked by his sides. Now, Magnus was determined to keep his eyes focused on the image in front of him.
Clary and Jace pushed lightly past the doorway, her dress was made up of different layers of pale green and browns, stopping just shy of her knees. The top of the dress was a deeper shade of green bringing out the fiery red color of her hair which was draped in thick curls over her left shoulder. Jace was casually dressed in a dark blue pant suit, much like Magnus' but instead he had a white v-neck on underneath. They moved through the crowd of people making their way to where Magnus, William, Tessa, and James stood. Isabelle and Simon seemed to be in some type of a fuss with one another as he tried to kindly—from Magnus' perspective—take Isabelle's purse for her while laughing, but she ended up kicking him in the shin instead.
She looked beautiful however, with that shock of black hair hanging in a thick braid down her back, she had decided to go with the blood red dress that Magnus had said would accentuate her curves.
As everything continued to go on around Magnus, he couldn't seem to break his gaze from Alec, who was still standing in front of the archway—the light of the moon escaping into the room around his form. He had a sly smirk on his face, and Magnus knew that Alec was definitely looking back at him. Magnus began to bend and move in and out of the many bodies over to Alec. Within moments they were standing face to face, not so close however to raise any form of suspicion from the people around them. Alec was a dark angel; dressed in a sleek, pressed all black pinstripe suit, with a black button up underneath that was partially unbuttoned at the top to reveal pale milky skin underneath. His hair was as dishevelled as it always was, sweeping across his forehead and into his eyes.
Magnus had the sudden urge to wipe away the strands of hair that fell onto his face, so he could stare within those lake blue eyes for however long. Magnus circled around Alec with his hands clasped behind his back, slowly, seductively, with a bright smile on his face. Alec watched him from the corners of his eyes, his lips quirked up at the left corner, revealing the dimple in his left cheek that Magnus so wondrously loved. He stopped on the left side of Alec, and leaned over a bit to whisper in his ear: "Mmm, Alexander. You look... Delicious, lovely. How about we take a little walk?" Magnus was delighted to see Alec's body stutter at the sound of his voice. It was amazing that he even heard Magnus over the base of the song.
"I just got here," Alec replied, turning to face Magnus more so. His eyes were dazzling and pale, the only brightness to Alec besides the tone of his skin. Magnus sighed, because really he wanted to be alone with Alec, but he wasn't about to deprive him of his first Homecoming in Alicante.
"Well c'mon then," Magnus tilted his head back towards the dance floor. "But promise me that I will get you alone at some point Alexander."
"I promise."
"This was Simon"
"Will!" Isabelle shouted as she had finally wrestled her way around the many sweat coated bodies of her fellow classmates. She had deftly tip-toed her way to him, decidedly attempting to keep her appearance in tact. The blood red dress Magnus had picked out for her hugged every curve and dip to her body greatly; but she didn't feel hesitant at all by the display of her body. She was proud of it, and would always be proud of it. He turned at the sound of her voice, flashing her one of his wolf smiles. She felt a small almost insignificant rise of heat to the tips of her ears, and thanked that they were hidden underneath her hair. She liked that William created this spark of interest within her; it was both exciting and nerve-wracking all at the same time.
"Isabelle," he held out his hand to her. She couldn't help herself from cringing at the call of her full name. But she didn't say anything about it otherwise. She placed her hand softly within his, and instantly he pulled her to his body. He was breathtaking; really he was the picture of a Greek god—a sex god. But really that was maybe her hormones getting the better of her. "How was your day?" He leaned down to place his lips close to her ear.
"Good. Do you like the dress Magnus picked out for me?" Isabelle replied leaning back from him a bit.
"I love it," he regarded her calmly, before leaning down to capture her lips with his. It was gentle, soft, sweet, the type of kiss that was satiable, but it didn't give her that sudden urge of want and or need. Isabelle didn't think anything of it though, and returned the kiss with an even greater form of need. Isabelle could hear someone clear their throughout loudly from her right side. She turned her head swiftly to Magnus, who was swaying beside James and likewise Alec on the other side of him.
"I don't think your brother appreciates the public act of deprivation you're showing," Magnus stated, only loud enough for Isabelle to hear. Isabelle scowled rather playfully at him, but knew that he was right. Isabelle linked her arm through William's and then proceeded to drag him away from the small group of friends over to a backdoor. As they began to near it Isabelle noticed that Camille, Sebastian, Johnathan and Simon were standing around in a small circle.
"Hey, what's going on here?" William asked as they neared the group. Simon jerked his head up with a giddy look on his face, and upon seeing Isabelle the smile dropped instantly.
"We're divvying up who gets what right now—" Camille turned to William, flashing a bottle of Smirnoff in one hand. "—Oh! Oh! I want the Corona as well." She leaned forward into the small circle they had made and snatched a bottle out of Johnathan's hands.
"Anyone up for some games?" Sebastian smirked and held up a couple more bottles.
"What kind of games?" Isabelle stepped forward, confident in every movement she took. "A simple round of did you ever?" She smirked and held out her hand, palm up, in gesture for Sebastian to pass her a bottle. He returned her smirk lazily, and from Isabelle's peripheral she could see Simon shaking his head. Not that Isabelle was paying attention to what Simon did, or anything...
"Out back though, we don't want to get caught." Sebastian pushed on the backdoor, and a wave of cool air stung the fine hairs on Isabelle's arms. The temperature dropped surprisingly fast, and now it had began to rain. But the rain wasn't going to stop Isabelle from having a little bit of fun. They all followed Sebastian out of the door and into the dark night, onto the large grassy field. There was no one outside, besides them, everyone else was subject to staying inside of the large dome shaped gymnasium. Sebastian walked them over to the middle of the vast field, the rain was falling in small sputters—soaking through Isabelle's dress slowly.
Johnathan and Sebastian had the bulk of the drinks in their hands, and placed them in the middle of the grass. Then they all sat down campfire style, although it was decidedly harder for Camille and Isabelle to do so. Isabelle was nestled in between Simon and William, and was sitting across from Camille, Sebastian and Johnathan, respectively. "That better not be everything you guys got from Sage's," William pointed to the pile in the middle of them.
"Nah, the rest is back in Gideon's car." Johnathan indicated, and leaned back on the palms of his hands.
"Let's start," Camille clapped her hands together and then brushed a stray strand of platinum blonde hair over her bare shoulder. They each picked up a selective bottle of their own and unscrewed the caps. "I've never made out with a girl."
"Yeah right," Johnathan raised his bottle of Patron to his lips, taking a quick swig. The rest of them followed his actions except for Isabelle. Camille scowled at Johnathan, her emerald green eyes glittered in the moonlight overhead. "That one was too easy,"
"It was an icebreaker. What, you want me to go into questions about threesomes or something?" Camille said exasperatedly, throwing her hands up briefly.
"Yeah, lets go with that. I've never had a threesome!" Johnathan declared, trailing his eyes all around the group. Only Sebastian took a quick drink, and Isabelle gaped widely at him—as did everyone else.
"What? Is that really that hard to believe coming from me?" Sebastian scoffed, folding his arms across his chest, while his left hand still held his bottle. No one said anything and continued to stare at their own bottles and hands in their laps. "Exactly," Sebastian muttered after a short time eclipsed between them. "Okay, I've never had sex on the first date." They all waited to see who would take a swig of their drinks, and surprisingly Isabelle and Simon were the only ones to do so. Isabelle glanced at Simon quickly after she had lowered her bottle, and caught his gaze instantly. She flushed hotly with color and quickly looked away.
"Uhh..." Simon hesitated for a moment, considering what it was that he was going to say. "I've never been in love?" William took a slow sip of his drink, and Isabelle gaped at him.
"Who have you been in love with?" Isabelle whispered frantically, leaning over closer to him.
"No one you should concern yourself with," William said dismissively.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Isabelle huffed, while William just shook his head. Johnathan and Camille glanced in between the pair of William and Isabelle, and curtly decided to leave the group taking Sebastian with them who was attempting to balance all of the bottles in his waiting arms.
"What? Is it some sort of secret I'm not allowed in on?" Isabelle squared her expression, quirking her left eyebrow high in defiance. She felt apprehension wave off of William strongly; why didn't he want to tell her? Surely, they weren't the closest people in the world, despite how physically close they may have become over the past few weeks. But this little piece of information shouldn't have been that important to be kept secret.
"Absolutely. Whoever I love will be kept with me. You don't need to know, Isabelle," William shook his head exasperatedly, rising from his spot on the rain slicked grass to stand. Isabelle got to her feet a second later, sizing him up—although she was at least a foot smaller than him. Her head came to the height of the top of his chest—his collarbones. But nevertheless she was determined to stand her ground, if not feel a bit more superior than him.
"Love hey? You love someone, that isn't me." Isabelle starred into his eyes, finding... Nothing. He was disastrously good at keeping his emotions at bay and hidden from everyone else.
"Isabelle—"
"It's Izzy," Isabelle interjected venomously.
"Izzy," William drawled out her name. His eyes shifted past her shoulder, and his gaze became locked on whatever was behind her. She rolled her eyes pointedly—not that he would have noticed in that moment—and turned her head to see what he was looking at. At the same moment she was surprised to find Simon still waiting patiently on the grass—for what? Isabelle had no idea—twiddling his thumbs in his lap. She was also surprised to see Magnus tugging Alec behind him across the court yard in front of the school, up the grand staircase. They were too far away to notice Isabelle, William and Simon out in the field.
"Uhm, that's probably nothing... I mean, I think they had some Biology things to finish up, or something." Isabelle attempted to cover, and absent-mindedly fiddled with the end of her braid. She was never good at coming up with the best covers for her brothers, she rather liked to stay away from having to do so.
"I have to go," William said hastily as he made his way over to the far side of the school, both not in the direction that Magnus and Alec had fled to, and not in the direction of the Homecoming dance. His dark form faded into the night quickly, and before long he became a blur of a figure, escaping into the darkness of the night.
"Hey, Iz," Simon placed his hand on top of her shoulder, causing her to shiver in an unexpected way.
"Why did you wait around?" She whispered, casting her head downwards.
"What?" Simon took his hand off of her bare shoulder and to Isabelle's astonishment he came to stand in front of her, crooking his index finger underneath her chin, pushing it up to bring her to eye level with him. That was one thing Isabelle admired about Simon, he would always go out of his way to make Isabelle feel as if she were an equal to him; that she could have the same power he had at any given moment. There was something about Simon though, that made her so frustrated but then nervous at the same time; causing her to act so irrationally in his presence. He was kind; a kindness she had never seen from any guy that had approached her in her life. It scared her nonetheless, but it also made her feel like he was someone to always trust.
"I said, why did you wait around?" She raised her voice at him, although she didn't exactly mean to. She was still a bit disgruntled by William's aversion to telling her the truth. And if she were honest with herself, she was phased by the fact that he loves someone else at the present moment, that wasn't her.
"I don't know Iz, I just..." Simon straightened his glasses on the bridge of his nose anxiously. "William, he's a good guy and all, but I don't think he's the right guy for you..." Simon said breathlessly, his voice a faint whisper. The change in topic caught Isabelle off guard swiftly.
"And you think you know who is?" Isabelle asked through gritted teeth. She didn't want to be there, in the rain with Simon of all people.
"I don't think I know Izzy," he leaned closer to her face, and for some reason Isabelle didn't have the nerve in her body to move. She knew what came next and internally she was battling with herself. "Iz," Simon breathed, their faces mere centimetres away from one another. His breath was hot, minty, and crisp from the Morgan he had, had. It ghosted over Isabelle's lips delicately, engulfing her mind in a haze. "Is this okay?" He asked sweetly.
"Yes," she sighed steadily and took the initiative closing the short distance in between them. Their lips met passionately; a passion Isabelle had never experienced before. Simon trailed his hand around to the back of her head, holding her calmly at the nape of her neck, while his other hand trailed down to the small of her back. He didn't over step his boundaries in any way, and Isabelle was glad for that—it had been a long time since a guy hadn't taken advantage of what was laid out in front of them.
Isabelle raised her hands to his arms, the only thing that could keep her steady at the moment besides his arm around her waist. This was a kiss to remember; the way their lips moved fluidly against one another, as if they were trying to memorize the ways in which the other liked to be kissed. Isabelle slipped her tongue along the crease of Simon's lips, a needy gesture in asking for more—in which Simon complied by opening his mouth, letting her tongue move against his.
Isabelle whimpered as Simon picked her up from the ground, now holding her around the waist with both of his arms, wrapping her up in a sort of beautiful escape. Her heart was pounding miles and miles per second; her blood coursing hot and fast through her veins. And then it hit her: this was Simon she was kissing, Simon who—god only knows why—could make Isabelle so mad one second and completely blown away the next. This was Simon who, if she were to admit it, made her day that much more exciting and thrilling, bringing out the things in Isabelle that she thought she had kept safely locked away within herself years ago. But... This was Simon.
She opened her eyes sharply; her eyelashes brushing against his glasses. She pushed on his arms strongly, pushing him away from her body. It took a second for the both of them to catch their breath, and when they did Simon looked at her, astonishment lacing his features. Isabelle knit her eyebrows tightly together and placed her hands on either side of her hips. She began to realize again that the rain continued to pour wildly around them now, and that her dress and hair were soaked. "Don't ever do that again," she yelled, with an impassive look on her face.
Simon's shoulders fell at that moment; drooping downwards as if he were defeated. He trailed his right hand through the mess of brown hair that was dripping with rain water, shaking his head briefly. "God Iz, when will you ever begin to realize?"
"Realize what?" Isabelle shouted, heightening the pitch of her voice more so.
"That there are good guys out there that care for you Iz! That not all guys are just looking to get something from you, but that there are some looking to give you everything. Because that's what you deserve, Iz." Simon equalled her aggressive tone of voice, and then without another word, stalked his way over to the entrance that led back into the gymnasium. Isabelle was left speechless, to a degree, watching Simon leave. Now, she was just a girl standing alone in the middle of the field, with the rain beating down around her.
"Underneath the Stars"
"Jace slow down, where are we going?" Clary giggled sweetly as she attempted to keep up with Jace's vigorous pace around the side of the gymnasium building. He clasped her small hand tightly—not so tight that it hurt her, but tight enough to make her feel as if she weren't some fragile girl. In her other hand she held her high heels, having ditched them once they made their way outside and into the dark rain soaked night.
"You'll see," he looked back at her over his shoulder and winked. His appearance was amazing that night, Clary thought to herself. He was her golden guy, no matter how stupid that deemed to sound. Jace was hers, and she couldn't thank the heavens more to know that he would always be there for her. Even if Jace continued to make Clary frustrated with his adverse ways to keep her from doing anything too reckless, she could only think that everything he did was because he loved her. He loved her—or at least that is what he had told her three days previous to the Homecoming dance. And she had said it back.
Their romance was a sort of whirlwind, because although it was decidedly short and scattered, Clary would never feel the way she did about Jace with anyone else. She knew that, whenever she gazed into his eyes seeing that equal amount of happiness and love reciprocated back to her. When they were together, it was them, and only them. No one else seemed to really matter, because as long as they had each other everything would be fine.
"I mean it Jace, tell me where we're going." Clary tried to add weight onto his pull, forcefully impeding him from moving without difficulty. Sure he played both Soccer and Football, but Clary was going to make him withstand the strength of his girlfriend. Jace sighed and swung back to meet her body halfway. He pressed his chest up against hers and leaned down to give her a chaste kiss on the lips.
"Clary, do you... Trust me?" Jace asked sheepishly, definitely uncharacteristic of how he usually was. That alone made Clary widen her eyes in sudden uncertainty. The air around them became serious instantly and Clary pursed her lips.
"Jace what's going on?" She asked, searching his liquid golden eyes.
"Nothing bad, baby. I just..." Jace stopped and let out a deep gust of air. Clary raised her palm to the side of his face, reassuring him with a soft smile. "I just wanted to give all of myself to you." He didn't dare look into her eyes after he had said that, and Clary felt her face heat up with sudden anticipation.
"You mean... You want to..." Clary tried to decipher her scattered thoughts at the moment, not making too much sense of where they were headed. Jace sighed and then released her hand from his grasp, stepping back from her.
"Yes Clary, I love you. I want to give you myself, because that's the greatest thing I can give you. Nothing compares to that. No chocolate, or flower, or jewelry could ever compare to giving myself to you." He said with such finality, that there was no other way to look at the words he spoke. Clary flushed with heat again, because this was the boy she loved and this is what she wanted. She wanted this.
"Okay," she whispered, taking one step closer to him.
"And I'm not trying to pressure you. I'm just telling you, because Clary I've wanted you for so long, and you just have to know how I feel—"
"Okay," she whispered again.
"Clary you mean the whole world to me. And I'm not just saying that to yenno... Get in your pants or whatever. Because truthfully I will walk away from this more than awkward conversation feeling relieved that I have at least told you how I feel." Jace said hurriedly. Clary began to laugh to herself with a bright gleeful smile on her face. Jace picked his head up to the sound of her laugh, and gazed at her questioningly. "Why are you laughing?"
"Because you haven't been listening to me." She rolled her eyes playfully and took a few more steps towards Jace so that their chests' were pressed together once again. "I said okay. Jace I love you too. I want this too." she stood on the tips of her toes and kissed him shyly on the lips. Jace smiled into the kiss and reached down—grabbing Clary around the backs of her thighs so he could hoist her up into his arms. Clary latched her arms around his neck, threading her hands into his soft—now damp—golden curls. Jace began to walk over to the bleachers which were secluded on the other side of the massive field behind the gymnasium.
Underneath them they found a dry patch of grass, that was partially illuminated by the luminous stars and moons overhead. Jace bent down to lay Clary against the grass, making certain that she was comfortable enough. Everything left Jace's and Clary's mind at the moment as they stared at one another, mapping out the plains of each others faces. They began to kiss again, but this time with much more vigorous actions, running their hands all over one anothers bodies, trailing along all the curves and dips of their skin. Jace shrugged off his deep indigo pinstripe jacket, and then with Clary's help his shirt was pulled over his head.
Clary ran her hands down Jace's chest, stopping just shy of the waist band of his pants. She popped the button open, indicating to Jace that she wanted this, as much as he wanted this. He let his hands trail around her, to slowly unzip the seam to her beautiful green dress which brought out all the fiery colors of crimson, copper, and scarlet in her hair and cheeks. Once she was out of her dress, he took to ravishing her body, kissing her wherever she let him go. Minutes later they had both discarded of their clothes and without hesitation they made love to one another—something neither one of them had ever experienced before. Higher and Higher both of them climbed, reaching that satiable place of pure bliss. And as they cascaded over the edge, falling beside one another, both breathing rapidly but deeply to calm down their hearts, they both realized the ramifications of what they had just done.
But neither of them dared to say anything. Because in that moment they had given themselves to one another, and nothing was going to destroy that for them.
"Was that what he was?"
"I love being able to hold your hand," Alec smirked as he tightened his fingers around Magnus', and at the same time he pulled Magnus even closer to his body.
"Mmm, don't I know it." Magnus purred as he continued to lead Alec to the far end of the deserted school. He caressed his thumb over top of Alec's knuckles, loving the heat that his hands brought with them. While Magnus' skin was always cold—Alec's was always hot, and somehow that balanced out everything perfectly.
Magnus hadn't known if the large doors leading into the Academy were going to be open or not—at first he highly doubted it—but low and behold they were unlocked to Magnus' pleasure and relief. He had plans for Alec, plans that he haphazardly put together in his own mind that very morning before he had went over to Alec's house. The contrast of their estate as compared to the Bane estate was lighter—if that even made sense? When Magnus was inside his own home, he felt pounds of dread weigh down on his unstable shoulders, but at Alec's house he felt uplifted, the weights releasing their hold on him, because in truth that house reminded him of the home he once had.
He couldn't help taking quick glances at Alec beside him—marvelling greatly in his appearance. Alec was absolutely breathtaking in the all black number which showed off the large muscles in his legs; and the jacket showing the curve to Alec's back. Oh... What Magnus wanted to do with Alec right then and there. No doubt Magnus' heart contracted whenever he was blessed with a blush from Alec or a simple laugh, but it was the daunting smirks Alec adorned when they were alone or the biting of his bottom lip—that sent Magnus into a rush of crazed hormones working against him.
They walked along the dark hallways—where the only light came from the moon seeping through the skylights overhead—in relative silence; which Magnus liked, because with Alec everything was comfortable, and he quite enjoyed 'comfortable' a lot.
"Magnus?" Alec said anxiously, tilting his head to the side to regard Magnus with watchful hazy blue eyes. He began to bite the bottom of his thin pink lip shyly—Alec would never understand what that subtle quirk did to Magnus. It was his undoing; it unravelled all of Magnus' sense, turning him into complete putty—in some sense. That lip bite would take Alec far, because in that moment Magnus would have let Alec do anything to him. That was how much of a hold Alec had over Magnus now. Before he would have stood his ground and would have not let Alec get so close to him—so close that he would begin to trust Alec greatly. But that was all changing now.
"Stop biting your lip Alexander," Magnus said huskily, stopping them in the middle of one of the many abandoned hallways of the Academy. He leaned over quickly and bit Alec's bottom lip for himself, before planting a heated chaste kiss on his lips. "What is it?" He asked as a sort of after thought; resuming their walk down to the far end of the school.
"W—What are we?" Alec stuttered, sucking in a sharp breath as color flooded his cheeks.
"Friends with benefits?" Magnus offered nonchalantly. Alec paled—if that was even remotely possible—and froze in his movements, jerking Magnus back a little bit. He let his mouth fall slack open to Magnus' suggestion; his eyebrows raising high on his forehead. "I'm just kidding, Alexander." Magnus laughed as he saw all of the visible tension leave Alec's toned and muscled body.
"So you would say that I was your...?" Alec trailed off waiting for Magnus to finish for him—which he gladly did so.
"Boyfriend." Magnus stated. That word resonated throughout Magnus' body like a beautiful surge of energy. It felt... Nice knowing that they both wanted to place a definite label on themselves; more than nice. This was quite possibly the first time Magnus had consider the possibility of a long term relationship—although he didn't want to get ahead of himself just yet—with anyone. He wanted everything with his blue eyed boy; and he was determined to make anything and everything happen. Alec was someone he wasn't ever willing to let go, and he planned to keep it that way as long as different factors didn't come into play.
"Yeah?" Alec asked, really only to make sure everything was solidified. He had a boyish grin on his face, while his lake blue eyes lit up wondrously.
"Yes Alexander. You're my boyfriend," he unclasped Alec's hand and raised both of his, now free, hands to either side of Alec's face. He tilted his head forward and brushed his nose against Alec's. "And I wouldn't have it any other way." Magnus kissed his lips, this time it spawned much deeper, causing both of them to lose their breath fast—but they didn't care. The rush of kissing one another was a much needed experience at the moment. Alec slipped his hands down Magnus' torso, placing them on his butt, gripping and pulling him softly against his body. They were both extremely comfortable with one another's bodies—nothing seemed to be so taboo whenever they were kissing each other like this. It was carnal—all heat and lust mixed together, forcing them closer and closer.
However, it was the emotional parts of their lives that proved to be a difficulty, seeing as they both weren't too fond on sharing those parts just yet, but Magnus knew Alec was willing to wait for him—and likewise Magnus would wait for Alec. Because that is what you do in a relationship, you don't push people into being submissive with their fears, you wait until they find you worthy enough. And Magnus wouldn't want it to be any different. They had to trust each other, trust that all the things one another did, no matter how frustrating it could get, that they would be able to have faith in better days and that they could get past every bump in the road.
Magnus stepped out of Alec's reach, letting his hands fall back to his sides, and seconds later intertwining his right hand with Alec's left again. "Why are we so far, at the back of the school?" Alec curiously asked, his voice lower than usual. The palms of Alec's hands were sweating intensely—with apprehension Magnus guessed, which made him smile that he was making Alec very nervous.
"Well, considering how cute you get with how impatient you are, I'll give you a little hint," Magnus deviously smirked.
"Go on," Alec prodded, raising their interlocked hands out in front of them.
"Hmm, think about the pen." Magnus shrugged as they abruptly turned a corner into a hallway which was completely dark, save for a small emergency light positioned above the music room door: Magnus' current and only destination.
"A pen Magnus. What pen?" Alec furrowed his eyebrows in concentration and tipped his head to the side again to stare at Magnus incredulously. "I have no idea what that means..." Alec placed his free hand on the back of his neck, and began to rub it gently, up, then down, then up again. "Yenno, you're terrible at giving hints."
"No. You're terrible at figuring them out. My hint is completely reasonable." Magnus diminished and quickened his pace down the lowly lit hall. His heart beat picked up tenfold as they got closer and closer. This was something he felt like he needed to do, for both himself and Alec—but nevertheless it created a deep pit filled with anxiety in the base of his mind.
"A pen," Alec muttered laughing to himself. The laugh Magnus so famously loved: hiccuping noises conceding in random patterns. The music room door loomed in front of them; it looked taller for some reason to Magnus, more ominous. "The music room?" Magnus nodded and with a silent prayer pushed on the door handle, sighing a fresh breath of relief that it too had been kept unlocked. He had counted substantially on Mrs. Morgenstern's less than diligent nature—hoping that she would forget to lock up her classroom, as she always did. Magnus dragged Alec into the wide room, making his way over to the grey riser steps.
"Sit, lovely." He beckoned Alec forward, and kissed him sweetly on the cheek before Alec obliged and sat down. "Turn around a bit and enjoy the show," Magnus whispered before he made his way back to the door, shutting it, firmly locking it, then turning on one of the light switches that illuminated the grand piano. Magnus walked gracefully in the direction of the piano, flexing his fingers out a bit as anxiety began to seep into his veins, taking over all of his senses at the moment. He sat down on the bench and raised the cover, cracking the joints within his fingers a bit before he positioned them to start.
"Hey!" Alec yelled from behind him on the riser steps. Magnus turned with a playful smirk on his face as Alec folded his arms over his ample chest—his expression bemused. "You said you didn't play anything. And I guessed piano! When you were tapping your pen on your paper that day in Bio," Alec gazed at Magnus with a steely look to his eyes and Magnus dauntingly held his stare. After a few moments Alec's eyes began to soften and he made a silent 'O' shape with his mouth. "That's where the pen comes in..."
"Are you going to let me play for you? I must say, I don't mind sitting here and having a starring war with those baby blues, but this was the plan—the surprise." Magnus said hurriedly, his fingers still poised to start playing. Alec bit his bottom lip coyly. "That's distracting, lovely." Magnus sighed, letting his eyes slip shut for a moment.
"Sorry." Alec whispered softly. "Play," he practically begged with a small smile tugging at the left corner of his mouth. Magnus quickly turned his head away from Alec—not wanting to waste anymore time on starring at him—and took to the piano as if it were his second nature; which essentially it was. He let his fingers glide wondrously over top of the ebony and ivory keys, building up slowly to a steep crescendo. His notes weren't refined as they usually were when he had played in front of classmates; instead everything was so fluid—it was as if he were dancing his fingers around water. At first he held back, not fully trusting what could come about playing in front of Alec, but he instantly eased into it, letting the sound and faint hum of the piano keys engulf his senses.
This is what he did; what his hands were made for, and he was completely elated that he found it within himself to play for Alec. This was another piece and likewise another step forward with them, even if it wasn't as significant to Alec—it spoke tremendous volumes to Magnus; because this was the gift he was given by his beautiful, bright yellow-hazel eyed, woman and he didn't readily like to share that with just anyone. And then Magnus smirked because he realized in that moment that Alec really wasn't just anyone.
He felt warm hands tickle the fine hairs on the nape of his neck, pulling him out of the chords he had been playing. He turned his head back and up, meeting Alec's hooded gaze. Alec clasped Magnus' hand within his own and jerked him abruptly off of the bench—forcefully pulling him against his body. Magnus gasped slightly at the sudden movements placing his hand on Alec's black suit clad arm. "Why didn't you tell me you could play?" Alec lowly asked, his voice a sheer whisper. He gazed into Magnus' eyes with an expression Magnus couldn't quite decipher—it was beautifully menacing; threatening; promising. The heat that wavered off of his body was intoxicating to Magnus and only spurred on his desire to get closer to Alec.
"My mom," Magnus choked out, although he didn't mean for it to come out that way. "She taught me how to play, and I... I don't like sharing that part of me." Magnus shrugged and quirked his left eyebrow high, gripping Alec's arm more so. In response Alec trailed his hand down to the subtle curve of Magnus' hips and dug his fingers into the light grey fabric of his suit. Alec bent his head down a bit and placed a small fleeting kiss on the base of Magnus' neck. He began to pepper light kisses everywhere; nipping feverishly once he hit Magnus' defined jaw line. "Alexander," Magnus groaned as he placed his hands on Alec's shoulder blades. "Alexander, there's—" he had to stop for a moment, taking a shuddering breath as Alec deftly started to undo the front buttons on Magnus' dress jacket. "—Something I needed to tell you."
Alec gazed up at Magnus, his lake blue eyes darkened substantially in color. They were filled with lust and desire—it was evident to Magnus' at that point. Magnus sighed loudly looking over Alec's features, committing them to memory for the hundredth time. "Magnus, we can talk later." Alec said pointedly, twisting Magnus' body as he ventured on to walking Magnus backwards until his back hit the wall. He placed his lips onto Magnus' softly, a chaste kiss of the sorts, with a smile. Magnus cocked his head to the side wondrously, questioning where Alec was going with this. Then to Magnus' surprise Alec deepened the kiss more so, surging the breath completely out of Magnus' lungs and trailed the tips of his fingers up the inside of Magnus' thigh.
Magnus' eyes were open, wide and anxious as he felt all of his senses and thoughts go slack. He began to tremble in his knees as Alec's hand continued to tease his inner thigh; sighing, Alec covertly slid his tongue into Magnus' mouth running it across the slicked heat of Magnus' tongue—making him shiver wildly. Where were they going with this? Was quite possibly the last fleeting thought that crossed Magnus' mind before he began to undo the dark silver buttons on the front of Alec's jacket, pushing it off of his arms—without breaking the kiss—and it fell to the ground. Alec helped Magnus out of his pale grey jacket completely and started to unclasp the cuff links around his wrists, so that it was easier—once he had unbuttoned Magnus' dress shirt, and removed his tie—to expose Magnus' chest fully.
Magnus still had on the pendant his father had bought him a week after his mother had passed away. It contained a picture of all three of them, when Magnus was much, much younger. He tended to wear the pendant in a time of need—mainly for reassurance that he was still here, and that one day his mother would be close to him and his father again. Magnus' expelled the thoughts of his mother from his mind as Alec returned to ravishing his neckline, sucking steadily on his throbbing pulse point. Words weren't passed between them, mainly it was moans and deep groans as they trailed their hands everywhere on each other. After a few moments they both stood in front of each other, bare chested, their shoes kicked off, heaving deep gasps of air as they tried to regain composure.
"Should we... Er, be doing... What were doing?" Alec asked pensively, biting his lower lip—whether it was on purpose or not Magnus didn't know. "Are we b—being logical?"
"Screw logic," Magnus hissed, and clasped Alec's face between his hands, bringing him down so that their lips met again in a searing hot kiss. Alec placed his left hand on the wall right next to Magnus' head, and with the other he made a slow decent down the right side of Magnus' body. He brushed the tips of his fingers over the waist band of Magnus' pants, and before Magnus could even register what was happening, he popped the button open and slid down the zipper. Magnus whimpered into Alec's mouth, and threaded his hands into Alec's hair, twisting thick locks of charcoal black around his fingers.
Alec tugged Magnus' pants off of his hips, revealing the defined lines of his 'V'. The fabric pooled around his ankles; he stepped out of them moments later as Alec began to make work of his own pants—this confident side to Alec, Magnus could get strongly used to. He liked when Alec subjected himself to take control and just go after the things he wanted. And maybe Alec was only like that when he was around Magnus—but Magnus didn't mind at all. Once Alec was rid of his pants, Magnus took the lead after that and pressed their hips together, arching his back off of the wall. Alec groaned at the same time of Magnus, because they hadn't been this far yet, and the fact that the flimsy pieces of cotton boxer shorts were the only things restricting them, amplified both of their desires.
To Magnus utter astonishment Alec brushed his hand over the now evident bulge in Magnus' boxers, causing Magnus' to gasp loudly against Alec's lips. A little dry-humping—for a lack of better words—was something Magnus was more or less expecting, but this definitely caught Magnus off guard. Alec stroked his fingers, a bit hesitantly over the bulge. "Shit," Magnus hissed and threw his head back against the wall. On impulse his body arched itself further into Alec's waiting fingers. Alec gaped at Magnus, wide-eyed, obviously he wasn't sure if what he was doing was right and then it hit Magnus that Alec definitely hadn't done anything merely close to what he was doing to Magnus, with anyone else. Not in the sense that he hadn't fondled a guy before, but in the sense that Alec was new to being overly sexual with just about anyone.
Magnus brushed the pad of his thumb over Alec's cheek, and cupped his jaw line, giving him a small smile before brushing his lips softly over Alec's. He peppered kisses all along the underside of Alec's jaw, coming to a halt to suckle on Alec's earlobe. He bit down on the sensitive skin and at the same time placed his hand around Alec's member, stroking him ever so slowly through the fabric of his black boxers. Alec cried out in pleasure, whispering Magnus' name silently as a sort of mantra as he picked up in speed. In a rush of confusion Alec had dropped soundlessly to his knees in front of Magnus, causing Magnus' body to still under the predicament, his blood coursing wildly and hotter than he could ever imagine in his veins. His mouth was slack open and his eyebrows had shot up considerably.
Alec took to placing heated kisses over Magnus' torso; nipping and sucking wherever he found fit to do so. His pale sweaty hands were on either side of Magnus' hips—his thumbs hooked just underneath the thin waistband. "God, Alec." Magnus let his eyes slip shut; his chest heaving greatly—almost painfully. "Make me forget, please. Distract me, yes, be my distraction," Magnus purred as all coherent thought escaped his mind.
"What?" Alec sharply picked his head up, disregarding the previous descent he was making with his lips and tongue over Magnus' torso. Magnus opened his eyes and shifted up a bit leaning back against the wall more so. Now, suddenly, the heat of the moment was slowly dispersing. Magnus took stalk of their situation with a less than muddled mind; he was pushed up against the wall, his shirt off, laying somewhere he couldn't see, and his pants discarded on the ground with Alec's. Alec was kneeling on the ground in front of him with his shirt off as well—the expanse of his pale muscled chest and arms made Magnus lick his lips. That sight alone did Magnus in and he was more than aroused. But, it was the expression on Alec's face that sobered him quickly.
"Hmm?" Magnus pursed his lips out of vindication.
"Is that what I am to you? A... A distraction?" Alec cocked his head to the side, his face crest fallen.
"What? Alexander—"
"No Magnus, you said it. You said 'be my distraction'. That's what I am for you. A way for you to forget about things." Alec rose to his feet, his eyes the color of storm water, glinting.
"Back up Alexander. Why is this getting blown way out of proportion?" Magnus raised his voice slightly; anger seeped into his mind slowly as Alec started to gather his clothes—stepping into his dress pants one leg at a time.
"Because Magnus, I want to be so much more to you! And here I thought I was, but I'm a—distraction." Alec sighed, dipping his head down, he said in a whisper, "I don't want that," and placed his arms through his black button up.
"Alexander," Magnus snapped, scowling as he too began to get dressed. He knew that one of the faintest of reasons why he was getting so angry was because of how sexually frustrated he was. But the bigger problem, that made him even more frustrated was the fact that Alec wouldn't let him explain, or the fact that he didn't recognize that, that had just slipped out of Magnus' mouth on a whim.
"Magnus," Alec cut him off before he could interject. "I—I don't think you understand..."
"I don't think you understand either." Magnus said through gritted teeth, fisting his tie back around his neck. Alec shook his head, his shoulders slumped down considerably—sadly. He crossed the room to the other side, where the door was a grasped the handle. "What, you're just going to leave?" Magnus couldn't keep the opium out of his tone. Alec didn't look back to regard him, his hand just tightened on the handle of the door and he pulled it open.
"I'll talk to you soon, Magnus." Alec sighed and left the room wistfully.
"I dare you to"
Alec walked faster than he usually would at any given time down the darkly lit hallway, twisting through the different halls and archways, making sure that he would upset the path that he and Magnus took to get to the music room. He chastised himself for being so stupid—so selfish—but his emotions were running haywire and he knew he had to get out of there as fast as he could.
"Alec, fancy seeing you here." A deep sarcastic voice travelled to Alec's ears as he stalked down another lowly lit hall, studiously tucking his button up more so into the front of his pants. He halted in his steps and turned around. William was leaning against one of the floor to ceiling lockers; his silhouette against the locker was ashy; he was almost unrecognizable, as if he were the dust and shadows within the hall. A slow scattered chill cascaded down Alec's back, making him cringe slightly. The only color visible on William, in startling contrast, were his deep blue eyes—much like Alec. Otherwise his skin was a hushed Carmel tone, his hair was as black as midnight, cut perfectly—falling across his forehead in a none forced lazy manner.
"Will," Alec replied in the quiet stillness of the hallway—he didn't know where to go on from there. Speaking with William—especially alone—wasn't something Alec took a fond liking to, and he didn't want to make a sport out of it.
"Where were you coming from? You look... Distraught." William pointed out with a slight smirk to his lips edging himself away from the locker; walking closer and closer to Alec. They were evenly matched in height, standing both a little over six feet tall.
"That's... None of your business." Alec stated, his words clipped and bleak.
"I saw you come in here with Magnus," William waved his hand in the air, gesturing around them. "Did you two have a fight or something?"
"Again Will, that is none of your business." Alec's face was blank; his voice ominously emotionless. His mind wasn't anywhere at the moment really—when it should have been concentrated on Magnus. He felt himself straying to other things, hardly being able to pay attention. He clenched his hands into fists at his sides, trying to divert all of the tension in his body there.
"I bet it was a fight, a pretty nasty one two. Seeing as you two have been having quite the worldly friendship," Alec gazed at William pensively. He couldn't know about them... Could he? Alec thought, as his heart dropped to his stomach and the air in his lungs felt like it had been punched out. William registered the distress on Alec's face, evidently, and continued. "I mean, in the respect that you two are always hanging out now of days."
"Oh yeah..." Alec relaxed. "Well we did have a fight, and I'd really like to go. Are we done here?"
"No." William replied instantly.
"No?"
"I wanted to talk to you about Magnus actually." William raised his index finger to his bottom lip, and began to stroke it softly back and forth. "You have an effect on him, and I don't think I like it that much."
"What? Are you kidding me?" Alec asked. He was astonished to even be having this conversation with William.
"I'm just saying I don't like it, that's all. I also seem to think Magnus could be using you for something..." William quirked his left eyebrow ever so subtly. Alec felt his lungs contract as the air was forced out of him. How could William know? Alec shook his head as if he were trying to expel everything from his own mind.
"That's not true, Magnus would never use me. He isn't like that." Alec choked out the words really, because as he said them he began to take in the hypocritical view point of what he had just did a mere fifteen minutes ago.
"Oh trust me, I know him a lot better than you do. I'm his best friend after all, and he's using you. I don't know what for, but I can see why he would go after you for whatever game he's playing." William slid his arms across his chest, folding them over top one another. He arched his back, and a slow sly smirk crawled its way onto his lips.
"Oh? Do tell me." Alec rolled his eyes at William, and was surprised by his bluntness.
"You're meek, fragile, and naive." Those words resonated inside of Alec's head like a delicate memory. Those were the words that Magnus had called Alec on the first day of school when they were placed as Biology partners. It was as if William were taking a fine needled knife and cutting away at Alec slowly, deliberately trying to inflict that maximum amount of pain on him. Before Alec could even stop himself, let alone register what it was he was doing, he had pulled his clenched fist back and propelled it forward into the side of William's jaw.
William staggered back a few steps and gaped at Alec, his eyes wide with fury. Alec attempted to duck out of the way, but William's fist ended up connecting with Alec's nose, and instantly Alec felt stinging warm liquid pour down from his nose to his lips. He raised his hand in front of his face to block another punch and in doing so, William decided to take to his body and swung his fist with an even greater force into the side of Alec's ribs. Alec cried out in pain and was about to fall to the floor before William caught him in a sort of embrace.
"You're not going to tell anyone about this, I swear to god if you do Alec. We'll just stay away from each other from now on, won't we?" William asked, although Alec was less than willing to oblige seeing as he could only think about the blood pouring from his nose and the sharp pain at his side.
"Okay," he gasped out, coughing on the blood that had made it's way into his mouth.
"Wait here," William directed as he pushed Alec into a leaning position against one of the lockers. He escaped around a corner to Alec's left, leaving Alec in a state of total abasement. But before Alec could do anything else he had returned with a dozen or so tissues in his right hand, shaving it into Alec's hands and face. "I'll go tell Jace where to find you. But we have a deal right? No one is going to know that this was between you and me," William bore his eyes into Alec's and Alec had the decency to thank him quietly for the tissues. He tilted his head forward and breathed a slow 'ok' to William's request. "Good." And with that William left.
"The end"
Magnus stood there in the music room, shell shocked for possibly twenty minutes, desperately trying to think things over and see the situation from Alec's point of view. But really he was in too much of a heated fury to muddled anything over. What he had said hadn't even made sense to his own ears at the time, because he was so engrossed in what they were doing. Nothing he was thinking or saying was supposed to be coherent, and the fact that Alec couldn't see by now that he was so much more to Magnus, made him madder—disappointed even. What did he need to do to reassure Alec? What would make Alec see that he means a great deal to Magnus, that Magnus can't even describe most of the time how he feels for Alec—because it is like no other situation he has ever been in?
Magnus stretched his fingers into his spiked hair; closing his eyes in attempt to calm down. He didn't want to deal with any of this—especially considering what was bounding its way to Magnus in just a couple of hours. Everything felt so screwed up, and Magnus didn't want to feel like this; he needed to get out of here and lose himself in any way possible. Drinks, strong alcoholic drinks were indeed what he needed, and so with that he set off down the hall, retracing his steps back to the front of the school.
"Magnus," William said breathlessly from his left side, skidding to a halt out of one of the hallways. He had been running, it seemed.
"Jesus William, don't sneak up on me like that." Magnus said bemused, placing his hand over his heart in mock consideration. William smirked down at him.
"I saw a pretty disgruntled Alec walk out those doors a couple of minutes ago. What gives?" William questioned, walking along side Magnus as they continued out of the large front doors of the Academy and into the freshly dewy night. It seemed to have gotten ominously darker outside; the stars still littered the sky heavily, but now dark grey clouds were blocking out the delicate shine of the moon. The terrain was damp with the rain that had been falling earlier—now their wasn't a rain drop in sight.
"Nothing," Magnus sighed dismissively, not wanting to think about Alec anymore that night. The mere thought of him kept unravelling Magnus, in both a joyous and disheartening way. Magnus could see Jace and Clary making their way around the far side of the field, back along the wall of the dome shaped gym. Her curls were perfectly mussed in that way, that Magnus knew exactly what they had been up to. He smiled to himself thinking that, that could have been him!—had he not said what he had said. Now his face dropped, and he wanted to chastise himself for being so up one moment and then down the next.
William noticed Clary and Jace at the same time as Magnus. "Wait one second," he said before he ran quickly over to Jace. Magnus couldn't hear at all what they were saying but by the look on Jace's face he was taking, whatever William had to say, in with anxiety and fear. Once William was done talking to Jace, Jace kissed Clary on the top of her head, gave her hand a quick squeeze and darted across the court yard in their direction and into the school.
"What was that about?" Magnus quizzically gazed at William.
"Nothing you need to worry about." William muttered, and grabbed a hold of Magnus' elbow, gently, leading him over to the parking lot. "Can I ask you something Magnus?"
"Sure," Magnus shrugged. He was not his usual upbeat self, he needed those drinks fast; and it seemed as if William knew exactly what was on his mind because in the direction that they were headed Sebastian, Johnathan, Simon, Gideon and Gabriel were all standing around the back of Gideon's car where the drinks were supposed to be placed.
"You... You didn't tell him anything about the plan did you?"
"N—No I didn't." Magnus sighed, squaring his features.
"But you wanted to," William said accusingly, scoffing under his breath.
"Look Will—"
"Is he really worth is Magnus? Worth all the fret over?" William bore his eyes into Magnus' and Magnus had a regretfully hard time looking away. He shook his head slightly, a subtle tilt to the left and in William's eyes that was indication enough. Something nagged at the back of Magnus' mind though, and that was the fact that William's question sounded as if it had an undercut double meaning. He was hiding something from Magnus, and that something—Magnus feared—was possibly the key to the root of these problems and plans. "Well come on then, you look like you need a drink." He waved his arm leisurely indicating to the group in front of them, before striding away hastily. Magnus stood still in his spot for a couple of moments; his mind racing frantically with thoughts. He took that small amount of time he had to truthfully answer William's question—to himself—of, 'Is Alec worth it?'
"You have no idea."
A/N: This took a great deal of time trying to incorporate everything so that it fit to the way I needed it to fit. I apologize now for the extremely long wait, and I know I'm not supposed to give any excuses, but there has been a recent death in my immediate family, so I needed some time off from writing. Not every question was supposed to be answered in this chapter, like: Who died? Who said I love you at the crack of midnight? (it wasn't Jace and Clary, because it isn't midnight yet when they are heading to Gideon's car). I do hope you guys liked this chapter though! I had both a joy to write this, and utter frustration. So please, please, tell me what you thought of it! I love seeing your guys' reviews, honestly it makes me so happy. And I'll be honest, the next chapter is written (not edited yet, of course) but reviews makes everything faster! Also, I just thought it might have been a good idea to tell you guys my tumblr (because that way if you have any questions or want to get updates from me when I'm taking too long, you can instantly reach me there!) it is: 'infernaldarkinstruments'! Also more Jem next chapter (i miss him—do you guys?)
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