Chapter 6

Alec POV

I knew something was wrong when I woke up warm. I was never warm when I woke up thanks to the fact that I never remembered to turn the AC off when I went to bed. It was only when I opened my eyes to find myself surrounded by a bright canary yellow that was far different from my plain white sheets at home that I realized that I was in someone else's bed at someone else's house.

The assumption was only proved to be right when I felt something or someone move behind me, I turned my head ignoring the sharp pain of a hangover that shot through me when I did so to see who I could have possibly gone home with.

I gasped the person that was currently still asleep was none other than Magnus Bane, oh god what have I done. I thought as I looked at him. I only realized after a while of staring at him that he wasn't wearing any makeup and his hair was down from its usual spikes.

Without all the makeup and glitter he looked younger and strangely it made him look even more beautiful if that was possible. He was obviously still asleep and his hair was hanging down in his face making him look likes he only had one eye. I never noticed how long his hair actually was when it was down from its lethal spikes, now it looked as if it would hang down past his ear and was still the same black I remembered. Without all the makeup it was obvious in the curve of his eyes that he was at least part Asian, it would explain the strange accent that he had. Even though he lived in Brooklyn he didn't have the harsh clipped way of speaking that was normal for Brooklyners.

I heard the sharp buzzing sound of my phone and realized that I was still in my clothes. What had happened last night? I dug the IPhone out of my pocket and saw about thirty missed texts from Jace and at least four missed calls. I glanced at the clock at the top of the screen. It was two in the afternoon, I had missed practice!

I couldn't stop myself from screaming and I remembered that Magnus was still asleep just a little too late. I clamped my hand over my mouth and turned my head to see if I had woken him up. I had and he was looking at me with wide eyes that still had the unnatural coloring to them.

"What the hell Alec! You scared the shit out of me!"

He didn't actually look mad; he looked on the verge of laughing. This was not funny I hadn't missed a practice in my entire career. I sure as hell wasn't going to start now.

"You don't understand it's two in the afternoon and I missed practice. I bet Jace thinks I'm dead or something I never miss practice and I always answer him when he calls. Oh shit oh shit." I was almost about ready to go into a panic attack, something I hadn't had since Max. I jumped when I felt a hand on my shoulder and looked behind me to find a very concerned looking Magnus. It was just at that time when the hangover decided to make an appearance and I was suddenly very sick.

I had always thought it was rude to puke in other peoples beds so I quickly ran to the bathroom and slammed the door, I almost puked all over the bathroom but thankfully it wasn't that far to the toilet. While I was busy throwing up everything in my stomach I didn't realize that I had left my phone in the bedroom. It was only when I walked out and saw Magnus with my phone talking to someone that I freaked.

I ran over and snatched the phone out of his hand, one look at the caller ID and knew that I was safe. It was just Izzy, but how she knew that I would be at Magnus's I didn't know. I hung up on her and looked back at Magnus who was lying on the bed looking very much like a cat.

"Why did you answer my phone?" I asked him. He just turned his head to the side in confusion and narrowed his eyes at me.

"Well she wouldn't stop calling and I didn't think it would be a problem for me to talk to her seeing as how she already knows you're gay."

I gasped, how had he figured it out. I have been successfully hiding it for years now and the only person that had ever asked me about it was my sister, and she was the only person that had ever even thought of the idea that I was gay. Now this man that I didn't know had figured it out in the three or four times that I have talked to him.

"H-how do you know that?"

"Simple darling, you blush every time I say three words to you, you don't notice the way girls look at you, you seem to have no interest in girls at all, and a straight guy would have tried to kill me after I kissed him."

Flashes of images from last night surfaced in my mind. The party, dancing with Magnus, seeing Jace, and then the memory of hot lips on mine. Magnus had kissed me and I had kissed him back. Oh shit could this get any worse. After that it was all just a blur and I struggled to grasp a solid memory. Only bits and pieces of things were coming to my mind. I hadn't been that drunk in years and the feeling of not knowing what had happened the night before was a feeling that I had hoped to leave behind at college. The only thing that stood out was the fact that I had defiantly kissed Magnus and then passed out, and the only thing Magnus had done was let me. But how could I blame him I mean he was the Magnus Bane, he was probably used to this type of thing by now. All I wanted to do was leave and get home to my apartment and never see the glittery fashion designer again.

"Alec are you ok?" he asked. He sounded almost concerned but there was still that undertone of amusement that was in everything he said. I was suddenly furious at everything, not only at Magnus but at Jace and Isabelle and most of all at myself.

"Why couldn't you have just left me alone Magnus! Why! I can't give you anything so why do you act like you want something more than a one night thing from me. I know your reputation you haven't been in a relationship in five years and you are sure as hell not going to start now!" He flinched back from me and I thought that I saw a twinge of hurt in his eyes but I probably imagined it. I didn't care if I hurt him, he was the one that had gotten me into this mess and now I didn't know what to do. Jace had seen me last night and it was pretty hard to explain why it was that I was there in the first place much less why I had been dancing with Magnus Bane.

This was going to force me to tell him, I couldn't just lie my way out of this. It would ruin everything. All because I couldn't stay away from Magnus. I stormed out of the room and into what I guessed to be the living room. I didn't really see the difference because the whole apartment looked like one big room sectioned off by pieces of furniture. It was super modern but I could see the touches of the old world in there to. Like in the book shelf that seemed to house novels from before the 18th century that were just barely held together by the binding. The apartment was like Magnus in a way and like his clothes, the perfect mixture of the new and the old that gave it its own unique look. I hadn't seen anything like it before. I could see myself living here; I thought then immediately shook the thought from my head. I was still in the closet and Magnus probably hated me now. If I had ever wanted some sort of relationship with the man I had basically crushed any chance of that happening, I was pretty sure I had made the guy despise me and I couldn't decide if that was a good thing or not. I grabbed what I thought to be my coat off of the floor where I had dropped it sometime in the night and put it on. It was sticky with spilled alcohol and it smelled like one of those drinks that Izzy loved to get at clubs.

I walked out the door and slammed it behind me. I tried to tell myself that I didn't care what Magnus thought about me, but I couldn't deny the way my heart raced when I thought about him, or the guilt that I felt for yelling at him.

I walked down the hall and got into the elevator. When the doors closed and I looked around I realized that the walls were reflective like a mirror, and what I saw looking back at me was shocking. A tangled mop of black hair that was sticking up in all directions on my head, bloodshot blue eyes with old eyeliner smeared around them courtesy of Izzy, and wrinkled but still skin tight clothes that looked as though they had been slept in. I defiantly looked as though I had just walked out of a stranger's apartment. A gorgeous stranger with eyes like a cat that I desperately wanted to see again, I shook the thought from my head and tried to focus on how to explain last night to Jace. Isabelle wouldn't be a problem it would be harder trying to convince her that nothing happened after she left than that nothing at all happened. She would automatically assume we'd had sex but really the only thing that happened was that I had passed out and then woken up this morning and screamed at Magnus.

I hailed a taxi and tried to ignore the knowing smile the cabbie gave me, I just told him my address and sat back in the seat trying to ignore the phantom eyes that flashed in and out of my mind.

Line Break.

Finally after what seemed like an eternity of being thrown around in the back on the cab by the brain dead driver who couldn't drive straight if he wanted to we pulled up to the curb outside of my apartment building. I lived in Manhattan, in the heart of the city and it was only with my huge salary as a hockey star that I could afford this place. Even though it was expensive it wasn't fancy like a lot of my team's apartments. I guess it was like me, dark colors and simplicity with thousands of books all over the place. I'd had the same black couch since I moved in and although everyone from my sister to the landlord has tried to get me to get rid of it I wouldn't. It was the only thing that I had taken from my room at the Lightwood mansion when I had moved out. I hadn't wanted anything from that life to follow me, but even now after I have made a name for myself without help from the Lightwood name or fortune people still thought about my parents when they saw the name on the back of my jersey or the label on Izzy's line.

No matter how hard we tried we still would be tied to the life of secrets, lies, death, and betrayal; and there would always be that one person that would never escape the family and his name although forgotten now would be the scar on the flawless name of the Lightwoods forever.

I couldn't think about him now I couldn't handle the memories on top of the fact that I would eventually have to talk to Jace about what he probably saw.

The ride up to the 7th floor of the building was a long one and I was constantly checking over my shoulder as I stepped out of the elevator and walked down the long hallway to my apartment at the end. As soon as the key went into the lock I knew that something was wrong, for one the door wasn't locked and the only thing putting the key in the lock did was relock it. Someone was here.

Cautiously I opened the door and stepped inside only to jump back in shock when I saw a very pissed off Jace sitting on my couch glaring at the door like he had been waiting for me to come home for a while.

He smirked as he watched me blush and stutter but eventually he just settled back into glaring at me. This was not what I had expected of him when he finally figured out my secret, I had expected yelling and screaming and in the worst scenarios I had imagined, the conversation had ended with a full on fight. But any of these were better than this silence that made the air thick with tension and made me want to run back out of the door, which was still hanging ajar.

"Were you ever going to tell me?" he asked. I reached behind me to shut the door and went over to sit next to him on the faded black couch. Once again this was not what I had been expecting, this was Jace. He had always been known as the fireball, he acted now and thought later but it seemed like he was trying not to jump to conclusions and to remain calm. It was almost scary to see him think about something before he did it.

I sighed and looked at him surprised to find his golden eyes filled with hurt and not with anger, "No I wasn't planning on it, I wasn't ever going to tell anyone I was just going to keep it a secret. Only Izzy knew and that was only because she basically beat the truth out of me. "

This time it was him who sighed, "You are an idiot Alec."

"Why am I an idiot because I was scared to tell you or to tell anyone, because I didn't want to get kicked off of the team, because I didn't want everyone to hate me," by the end of the sentence my voice that risen from almost a whisper to a barely contained shout.

"No you're an idiot because you thought that this would change anything. You're my brother Alec and if you think that I would care if you liked girls or guys then you really are blind. The team won't care Alec they all think that you're the best player on the team and they wouldn't dare kick you out. We would lose the season. The only thing I want to know is why of all the guys in New York that you could choose to date you would choose Magnus Bane."

If I had been anyone else I would have cried, but years of controlling my emotions around people kept me straight faced, but that didn't stop me from pulling Jace into a bone crushing hug. I had feared the worst would happen when he found out but instead he had shocked me and had accepted it without problem, I really should give Jace more credit. Maybe that's what Clary has always seen in him that kept her around. When I finally let him go I realized that he was still waiting for an answer about Magnus, this was what I had been dreading ever since I realized what had happened this morning, granted I was thinking more about how to explain it to Izzy than to Jace but that didn't stop me from dreading it.

"I'm not dating Magnus Bane. I just had too much to drink last night and I didn't realize what I was doing. I would never date someone like him, too much glitter and he's a bit of an asshole." Jace laughed but there was one question that I had to know the answer to.

"How did you find out?"

"Alec are you really going to answer that question, I would recognize you anywhere but when I saw you I thought that it couldn't be you. You would never dress like that. So when Clary said something about the guy that Magnus was dancing with, if you could even call it dancing, was you I had to get a closer look. What I wasn't counting on was that Clary would have to say something rude, you know she turns into a super bitch when she drinks, and when I went to look for you again I couldn't find you. When I finally did find you I realized that Izzy had caught you two doing something that I really didn't want to know about and walked off. I never saw you leave and when you didn't show at practice I just assumed that you had stayed the night with glitters."

"I did stay the night," I started but seeing the look on his face quickly added, "But not doing what you think. After you left I passed out and when I woke up the only thing I did was scream at him."

Jace laughed and I hit him in the back of the head, the only thing that accomplished was making him laugh harder. I don't know what he found so funny about the situation, nothing about this was funny, it was embarrassing.

"Jace this isn't funny!"

"Sorry Alec but you know it is. For the first time since I've known you I actually thought you might have had fun last night, but no you pass out and then when you wake up you scream at the guy you've been drooling over. Nice going Alec." If I wasn't blushing before I sure as hell was now, he just had to say it like that. So instead of replying I just turned away from the still laughing Jace and glared at the wall. Not the most mature thing to do but I didn't really care.

"Oh so now you're just going to stare at the wall, see this only proves the point that you admit I'm right," he gloated. I knew that if I looked at him he would have that infuriating grin on his face and a superior look in his eye, he knew he was right.

"Seriously Alec I know Magnus is an ass, but you shouldn't have yelled at him for not letting you stay passed out on the floor. I mean if you're going to yell at him, yell at him for something that matters. Not some stupid reason."

I felt the couch move and looked up to find that Jace had gotten up and was walking towards the door with his jacket. Just like I had thought he would he was smiling at me. I wondered distantly what had happened to the shy little kid that came home with my parents. He had been hiding behind my dad's leg and the only thing I saw was flash of golden hair and one wide eye peeking out at me. There was nothing of that shyness now, Jace was confident if not arrogant at times and the little kid was buried under the layers of sarcasm. Our family had changed him, and I wasn't sure if it was for better or worse.

When the door finally shut behind him and I was left alone in the apartment I released a breath that I didn't know I had been holding. Jace knew, and he didn't hate me. The world hadn't exploded now that someone besides Izzy knew I was gay.

It was only now that I realized that I was still sitting there in the same clothes I had left Izzy's apartment in last night. God how long would I have to stay in these things. I didn't see how Magnus could stay in these all day and night.

Magnus.

Every time I thought about the man I got mixed feelings, and I really didn't know what to do. If I had wanted to see him again I had basically ruined any chance of that when I yelled at him about something stupid. But did I even want to see him again?

As much as I tried to deny it I knew that I did. I heard my phone buzz and reached into my jacket pocket to get it. When I pulled the phone out of my pocket I was shocked. This wasn't my phone. This thing was purple and covered with pink and silver rhinestones. The number on the screen was as familiar to me as my own family, it was my number.

I took off the coat and looked at it closer, now when I concentrated I could see the faint shimmer in the material, and the Prada label, this was defiantly not mine.

The phone buzzed again and my number was on the screen. I had Magnus's phone and apparently he had mine. Great, this day can't get any better can it.

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Kisses, love Sarah