A/N: Cutting to the chase this time. Cassandra Clare owns the delicious Alec and Magnus...and all the other characters, too. : (
On with the adorableness!
I raced to school after picking up Jace. He and Is were snickering about something in the back seat. I didn't ask.
The school looked just as imposing as usual, but a little more welcoming. The reason for this change was Magnus.
Magnus was my reason for a lot of things now.
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I arrived at my locker to see it open slightly. I looked inside.
All of my things were out of order. My textbooks, papers, books, My copy of Jane Eyre was upside-down and some of the pages were bent. I would kill anybody who did this.
"I have to admit, you don't seem a Jane Austen fan." a beautiful voice said. My anger died.
I turned to face Magnus. "Yeah, well...I am." I said lamely. He smiled and I couldn't help but smile back.
Magnus looked a little different today. He was wearing dark washed jeans and a silky green shirt that made his eyes pop. His hair was down and he was only wearing a little make-up. Then again, I wasn't wearing my usual either.
"You look different today." he said, reading my thoughts. I flushed and looked down. "I like it."
"Thanks." I replied, shakily, for I had looked into his eyes, and they always seem to rattle me. He leaned forward and reached behind me, for something I didn't know. He grabbed my bag and he leaned back again, away from me. I wasn't happy.
When he leaned back, his hair fell in his eyes, and I reached up, unconsciously, and push it back. My hand lingered in his hair and I leaned forward to smell him, and kept leaning...
"Hey, guys!" I heard Camille yell. I was so startled I jumped back and hit my still open locker door with my head. I tried to grab on the the door was when I had hit it, my locker closed, and I ended up grabbing at nothing and I fell. Hard.
I felt smooth hands on my face and Magnus asked me if I was okay. I responded yes and silently held up my hand for him to help me up. He didn't let go.
Camille was very upset. "Oh my god, Alec are you okay? That must have hurt a lot." he wide green eyes showed concern but I brushed it off.
"I'm fine. What did you want." I said, a little miffed that she broke up our moment, but also a little grateful. Magnus smiled.
"I just wanted to give you back your picture." I must have looked confused, because she continued. "The picture of you, that was in your locker in your book," she stopped and flushed "I love Jane Eyre. But I don't know why you don't hang this picture up, you look very handsome in it." she grinned, glad she gave me a compliment.
"How did you get in my locker, and why'd you need the picture?" I was horrified and I hoped she wasn't a stalker or anything.
"I needed a new picture of you, and I thought you might have one in your locker, so I tried to open it, but I didn't know your combination, and Magnus told me he would open it for me, if I gave him a copy of the photo." She looked at Magnus, and I could see she was trying to pin the blame on him. I looked over at him, too. He looked slightly embarrassed, but for the most part he looked unabashed, and also a little smug.
I looked back at Camille and then at Magnus, who shrugged. I huffed and grabbed my bag from Magnus. I was mad at him so I tried to ignore the tingly feeling I got when I brushed his shoulder.
I turned and walked towards my first class, quickly. I was upset that my stuff had been rifled through and also confused at how Magnus opened my locker, since yesterday when I was opening my locker, Magnus had been turned away from me and talking to Camille.
A small red head blocked knocked into me from behind. I guess I wasn't the only one wrapped up in thoughts.
"Oh, sorry, Alec. Didn't see you there." Clary said.
"No problem." I said, with a little venom left over from before. Clary sighed.
"Ugh, what did he do now?" she asked knowingly. I stared at her, confused of how she knew. "Oh, don't give me that look. I know my brother, he does a lot of...different things and messes things up sometimes."
"He opened my locker for a girl, and I have no idea how he did it. He never even saw me open my ocker, and this is his second day here." I was babbling, but only because Clary might explain it to me.
Clary looked shocked and upset. She ran off somewhere without even giving me and explanation. Those two were very curious.
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I didn't know where Magnus ran off to, but he didn't come back to school that day, and with each hour passing, and me getting my hopes up each time, I was getting sad.
You know when you see something in a store that's really awesome? Like the best pair of purple combat boots that's riddled with laces and buckles and buttons that you see in your favorite store.
You see them and you must have them. No one knows why, because you were fine without them, but when you see them, something inside you changes and you want them. Need them.
That's what it's like for me with Magnus. Something inside of me changed when I saw him and now I need him to be with me. I need to see him smile, I need to feel his smooth skin.
I need to scream at the top of my lungs that I need him. I need to scream...I love him. And that scares me, a lot.
Never before now have I felt this way. I was fine before. A lot of friends, a loving family and good grades. But then I saw Magnus and none of that mattered, now, I can't even imagine going back to the way it was. The way I was.
I came out to my parents and I'm getting worked up about some boy I've just met. Hell, I was talking about boots! I've never done that before!
And now that Magnus isn't here, I don't know what to do with myself. Without my other half.
My love, my love, my love, my love.
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I was sulking again and I knew it. I was home with all my homework done and nothing to do. I didn't want to do anything.
It had been another day without Magnus and I was worried.
I had tried to ask Clary where he was, she started talking nonsense. Something about staying with relatives, which didn't make any sense at all. I didn't know why she wouldn't tell me.
I was also sulking because I had an odd dream last night and couldn't figure it out.
I was sleeping, in my bed, but I wasn't at home. I was in a small room with a plain bed and a dresser with a nightstand beside the bed. There was a strange wand-like cylinder resting in it. I went to grab it but it burned my hand. The burning went up my arm and consumed mt body. A voice in the background said "It is not meant for you any longer."
The burning continued until I couldn't see anything.
I opened my eyes to find Magnus standing over me, with blue sparks shooting out of his fingers. I went to touch him, but he stepped back, again and again, until he was running, with me following him. I finally managed to grab his sleeve.
He turned to look at me. "I can't, I'm sorry." he whispered and disappeared.
After that, I had woken up to find a note on my nightstand. It said "I'll try."
I knew it was from Magnus. The edges were burnt, as if held up to a flame, and I had no idea how it got there.
I didn't know what anything meant. The strange wand thingy, the blue sparks, so much like the ones that had came from our connected hands. But these sparks, the ones in my dream, seemed like denial, not like happiness as the other ones did. Words he spoke and the ones he wrote on the paper he left me.
"I can't, I'm sorry, I'll try." what did it mean? Can't what? Sorry about what? Try to do what?
Was he saying he was sorry he couldn't or sorry he would try? If he can't, then why wold he try? Especially if he was sorry. Why do it?
So many questions I couldn't figure out, that's why I was sitting on my bed, sulking. I wasn't used to not knowing what to do, and if I didn't I would figure out soon after. But it didn't seem it was going to be that way now. I was sure I'd have to ask Magnus.
But...when would I see him?
OOOOOOOOH, what will happen to Alec? Will he confess his confusing love? I'm not sure. Anyways, I hoped you liked this one, sorry about the long wait. Please review and tell me what you think will happen next. Haha, or review if you have any ideas about what should happen next. Just review, please.
Hanni
