Sorry I haven't posted a new chapter in a while but this hopefully makes up for it, I had this saved on my computer and didn't even realize it oops. well I found it now so here have a new chapter. :)

Chapter 7

Magnus's POV

That could have defiantly gone better. I had never expected him to freak like that and go storming out of the apartment. He didn't seem like the kind of person that did that often and of course leave it to me to get a reaction out of anyone.

The problem with him just storming out was the fact that he left his phone here and now I had no clue how to get it back. The thing was black and looked like it had been dropped on the ice one to many times, if the small crack in the corner of it was any evidence. I guess I could give it to Izzy, but what the fun in that. If I did that I wouldn't get to see him again.

Crawling out of bed and throwing Alec's phone back behind me I went to get ready. I couldn't spend the entire day lying around in bed waiting for my hangover to go away, I had work to do and I couldn't leave the house without looking fabulous. I shook my hair out of my face and stepped into my closet.

Three hours later I was myself again. Black skinny jeans, a lime green V-neck that was basically dripping glitter, a silver studded belt with the letter M, and silver studded boots. Hair spiked up with one long piece covering my left eye shot through with streaks of silver and green glitter and black rimmed eyes surrounded by more silver glitter. Over all I was happy with the effect.

Now the only thing missing was my phone, where had I put the damn thing. Oh yeah I left it in my jacket last night, wherever I put the jacket. I think I might have dropped it on the floor but I never really knew where my clothes ended up until morning. I opened my bedroom door and barely dodged a white and gray streak as it ran past me and jumped on my bed.

Chairman Meow.

The poor cat had probably almost been stepped on last night, but by now he should be used to it. I sighed and stepped back into the room to pick up the cellphone sized little cat. He immediately curled up in my arms and began to purr. That cat was such an attention whore.

I looked around the room and couldn't see the jacket anywhere so I walked out yet again this time with the Chairman and started the search. The floor was covered in all sorts of spilled alcohol and what looked to someone's puke. Gross. You would think that people would know when to stop drinking but most of them didn't until they started throwing up.

I couldn't find the damn thing anywhere. I wish I could just call it.

Wait, I still have Alec's phone. I can call it from there and then maybe I can find it before Ragnor calls so many times that he blows the thing up. I set the Chairman down on the floor ignoring his irritated meowing and went back to get the thing.

When I turned it on I was shocked to find that he didn't lock it. The phone didn't have a passcode. This is going to be fun.

I entered the number and hit call, I waited to hear the phones distinct ringing echo throughout the flat but there was nothing but silence and Chairman's meowing. Ok so there are three possibilities here, well maybe two. One, I lost my phone. Two, someone else has my phone. Wait, did Alec have a jacket when he walked in last night.

Lying over the back of the couch was probably the ugliest piece of clothing, if you could call it that, that I have ever seen. It was obviously not mine; I wouldn't let that shit into my house much less on my couch. It was black like my jacket was and the pieces of this very irritating puzzle were coming together. Alec had found my jacket when he stormed out and put it on thinking it was his and to pissed to bother and check. My phone was in the pocket of the jacket and now Alec has my phone and I have his. This is going to turn out to be more helpful than I ever imagined.

Now I had a real excuse to go and find him. I picked up his phone and called my number again thinking that he would answer. He didn't and the phone went straight to voice mail. I never thought I would have to leave a message on my own phone, but there was a first time for everything. I didn't bother to leave a message, he would realize what had happened and would call me back, but for right now he was probably trying to figure out why his phone was calling him.

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Three hours, he hasn't called this phone in three hours. He must really not want his phone back or he just really doesn't want to talk to me. Probably the later because of how pissed off he had seemed when he left this morning.

I had already been through everything that was on this phone and I was getting bored. That might make me nosy but I didn't care, I wanted to know more about him and it seemed that snooping through his phone was the only way I was going to get to.

Unlike most people he didn't hoard apps or pictures on his phone and it was relatively boring. The only thing that was even remotely interesting was the messages that he sent to his siblings. Those were the only people that he seemed to really be relaxed around. Everyone else it was obvious that the messages were strained and more than a little bit awkward, it was like he was uncomfortable in his own skin.

I couldn't imagine being like him. Constantly worried about what people thought or didn't think and about how to keep his secret. I would last all of three days in that life before I would just tell everyone. The thing I kept going back to was his practice schedule. He had practice tomorrow and no matter how much I tried to talk myself out of the idea I still wanted to go and watch him practice. It wouldn't be that hard to get in, and I have never even seen a hockey game on TV much less watched one.

There had to be a better idea than that and what was I even doing thinking about how to track him down. I never chased after someone; they were always the ones trying to catch up to me. I had learned over the years to keep people away, to never let them in your heart because they would only shatter it in the end.

This boy it seemed was making me rethink all of these things, I wanted to know him and that was odd. Usually I just wanted them, and then wanted them to go away. I could still hear Alec's words as they echoed in my mind 'you haven't been in a relationship in five years and you sure as hell are not going to start now.'

No one had actually had the nerve to say anything like that to me in years. Not to my face anyway. I knew what my reputation was and I hadn't cared about it until now. It seemed that all of the Lightwood would say anything to anyone without ever thinking about who it was that they were speaking to. Maybe this was why I was attracted to him and to Izzy, they were straightforward in a sea of people who had so many curves in them that you could spend hours counting them and still never finish. To most people this world was just a game and the people were its players.

Well I was never going to get anything done sitting on my ass all day. I got up and grabbed another jacket before I walked out of the flat and out onto the street. There was a coffee shop down the street and it had been awhile since I'd had my last cup. Ragnor had tried to get me to quit it but I just couldn't, caffeine was like a drug to me and if I went to long without it I started getting a bit crazy. Maybe that's what's wrong with me I haven't had any coffee all week.

Coffee shops have always been some of my favorite places besides stores and the runway. They always had that atmosphere of home, that and the smell of coffee which helped as well. I had spent so much time in this one when I was just starting out and needed inspiration that the people knew my order by heart. Even though it was a complicated one I have ordered enough of them for the people to remember.

The cashier looked up when I walked in and smiled, it was the same geeky looking kid that it had been three years ago, even now after three years I couldn't remember his name. Something like Sean, Samuel, Sheldon, something like that. I didn't even bother ordering I just went over and sat down on one of the old beaten couches that sat around the edges of the place.

I looked up when the kid gave me my drink and read his name tag. Simon. That was the guy's name, he didn't look like a Simon more like a Sheldon but you couldn't control your name. He was one of Clary's friends and coincidently was the reason that she got picked up by an agency. He was always talking about her and how beautiful she is so one day I asked to meet her. He was right she was stunning and the girl quickly got picked up after I told the agency about her. She had been booking jobs steadily ever since. I paid him and he smiled but walked away, it was obvious I guess that I didn't want to talk today.

I picked up the coffee and took a drink, it was perfect as usual and I could feel myself calming down after the first drink. It was only when the phone buzzed in my pocket that I felt my calm evaporating. The number was unfamiliar but the text was simple and told me all that I needed to know.

A- Magnus?

M- Who else would have your phone Alexander.

A- I told you not to call me that. It's Alec, the only people that call me Alexander are my parents.

M- Fine Alec, well when are you going to come pick up your phone and give me mine.

A- I kinda thought I could just have Izzy come get it

M- You're really going to make your sister come and get your phone all because you threw a tantrum and don't want to see me

After that he didn't text again so I turned off the phone. When I looked up I realized that Simon had been staring at me for a while. He was holding a copy of the Times in his hand and looked like he desperately wanted to ask me something.

"What are you looking at Simon if you have a question just ask."

He quickly looked down at his shoes but brought me the paper anyway. "Did you know about this?" he asked. I took the paper and looked down at whatever it was he was talking about. When I saw what it was I almost screamed. Typed in huge bold print on the front of page 6 were the words "Magnus Bane's new boy toy? How long will this one last?"

Oh great just great the tabloids had been there last night and now Alec was going to kill me for getting his picture in the paper. A very hard to explain picture as well.

"No Simon I didn't know about this." He just looked at me apologetically and I wanted to kick him for not showing me this as soon as I walked in the door. I shouldn't think that it's not the boys' fault that I couldn't keep the tabloids out of my parties and out of my love life.