A/N: Hello Readers!

You lot: Where..have all the chapters gone!?

Well...Clean up is in session, and I'm going to work my butt off to get all the chapters up as fast as I can rewrite them all. I felt as if I could have done better, so I'm doing this to my best ability. I'm so sorry if I've confused or annoyed anyone! Sorry for the inconvenience!

If you can tell; I haven't changed Chapter 1 what so ever. This chapter however, has gone through a major clean up, and I've made it a bit more realistic - I think. Anyway in the original of this chapter, I thanked a guest reviewer, so thank you again!

Mortal Instruments do not belong to me in any way, shape or form.

Chapter 2: Welcome to Hell!

(Magnus pov)

There were people everywhere. All dressed in ironed dress trousers, (that probably cost a limb) blazers with hands stitched logos of a bell and a sword, dress shirts - probably made of silk, and the girls...all were prime and proper, not a hair out-of-place, apart from their sinfully short skirts; just showing the bottom of their ass as they walked. I became instantly worried. I wore a second-hand uniform, and scuffed hand-me-down dress shoes, with a hoodie over the stupid blazer. Way for blending in Magnus. I stuck out like a sore thumb. Looking around silently; I caught a tall boy staring at me, and another one with black hair, who turned away when I looked at him. The angry faces intimidated me, as did the confused faces, and the tall boy waking towards me. If I needed to; I'd run. I silently thanked all the years of bullying.

My hand slipped off the railing, and I took a step forward. This was everything I dreamed on the outside; I knew I was going to be bullied relentlessly, that's why this year I was toning it all down. No more magnificent Magnus Bane, he's gone on a permanent holiday. Looking back at the steps, I silently hoped Aline was proud of me.

Large groups of boys were huddles together in several corners of the expanse of the court-yard. The girls on the other hand were being as bitchy as ever; out the corner of my eyes I saw one blonde chick who was making another girl - by the looks of it - get on all fours; her wavy red hair falling silently among the noise. The blonde chick sat on her, and as much as I wanted to laugh at the scene, I felt bad for her. It was this type of school. Great; it has a food chain that I'm at the bottom of. A bell rang out somewhere inside the confines of the school building, people walked to the places they were meant to go; I stood dumb struck, when breathing next to me startled me.

I almost jumped out of my skin; he was so close to me, just like he was. I gulped, and gave him my best 'bitch glare'.

"Whoa! Calm your tits, I wasn't gunna' hurt you,"

I looked at him unhappily, and in turn he looked back at me guiltily. His eyes tried to lock with mine, but I just looked over his shoulder. I grunted at him.

"Of course you weren't..."

The guy - whose name I didn't know - looked at me again, and laughed.

"No- he stopped himself, and his face contorted into thought -I really wasn't, and I've forgotten what I actually came here for. I'm Adam by the way,"

I almost laughed. Almost, but I only really wanted to know where the; office was.

"Do you know where...?" I trailed off thinking.

"Oh crap! Yeah, I remember now, come on; don't want to be late on your first day!"

Adam grabbed my hand, and I remembered I hadn't even told him my name. I laughed anyway while we ran. We turned corners, went down ghostly empty corridors, and he held my hand the whole way.

"Just wait here and the teacher will sort everything out." He smiled and started to walked away. I turned towards his slowly retreating figure, and yelled:

"I'm Magnus by the way. Magnus Bane."

He smiled, and walked off to his already started class; while I stood dumbly in the dusty cramped office. The chipped puke green walls glared at me, and I huffed a nervous hollow chuckle. Shifting my weight from foot to foot; I finally gave up, and sat down on a wooden bench, that was pushed into the corner - out-of-the-way. A woman a way in front of me, pain no attention to me what so ever. Probably playing solitaire. I looked around, and my eyes focused on the marks on the bench. I smirked at the names carved into the wood: Jem, Jonathan, Sebastian, Camille, Nathan, Al-

"Magnus Bane?"

Stood in front of me was a short overweight woman. Her clothes looked too small for he frame, and I gave her a warm fake smile, although I was rolling my eyes at her in my head. She turned away from me, and walked to her office, with me trailing behind. "Do you know where you are going for you lessons, dear?"

I held in a giggle, and shook my head at her, I chose not to speak to her directly, or I would have snapped at her, although she seemed nice enough. It wasn't her fault no one told me where the hell I was going. She printed me off my timetable, gave me a few books, - which I slipped into my messenger bag - a late pass, and vague directions to the room of my lesson. She ushered me out of her office, and I knew she couldn't wait to get rid of me.

Walking down the deserted hallways; I shivered internally. I walked with growing fear inside me. I took a step forward to the room of my lesson - which I surprisingly found with ease. Taking a deep breath I looked at the gleaming silver handle; the light reflecting off of it, making the fear rise. My heart sped up. Opening the door; a tall woman shot a glare towards me; I gulped. The whole class laughed, and her look turned into that of pity...and I hated pity.

(Alec Pov.)

I tapped my heavily chewed pencil on my desk. My eyes glued to the clock directly placed in front of me, as if to tease me; I watched as each hand moved slower and slower under my curtain of dark hair. Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock... Mrs. Jones droned on about something to do with The Civil war, and I absent-mindedly started scratching at my wrist. A paper ball landed besides the itching arm, and I quickly wrote, 'Piss off dick' and then throwing it back towards Sebastian - which hit his head. Unlike him; I actually like this subject, and school. I tried to pay as much attention to everything as possible, but I could never remember anything; in no better words - I was stupid.

I opened my book onto the first page, and neatly wrote 'The Civil war' in my neat 'girly' writing. I racked my bangs out of my eyes, even though I knew it would just fall straight back into my eyes again. I slowly began to write anything, and everything I could remember, and what the teacher was saying.

I hardly noticed when the rest of the class had gone silent - far too engrossed in my work. I gave a sharp wince when the class - as if on que - all broke out into synchronised laughter. I cringed. The noise shocked me, but what shocked me even more was the guy adorably standing awkwardly in the entry way. I'd seen him earlier, and he intrigued me. I had to chaste myself, and stop my jaw for involuntarily dropping at the sight of him.

He was tall, - taller than me - with shoulder length hair hanging down his tanned face, some parts of his mane was dyed gold. His uniform suited him; so much better on him, than the whole student body, and he had glitter...attached to almost evey part of himself. I didn't know if that was an accident, or unintentional. If it was on anyone else; I would have laughed out right in their face...but on him; it was mysterious. He gave Edward Cullen a run for his sparkles.

(Magnus Pov. (again))

With my first step into the room; I instantly disliked each and every person in it. I careful walked towards the teacher; not wanting to piss her off. I wanted to make a good impression, but that was kind of hard with the fact I was covered in glitter, and late. I gave her my late pass, and she started telling me what to do in hushed whispers. I constantly glanced at the intimidating group of teens - that looked insanely bored. Only really noticing two people; I wanted to die on the spot. A guy with a brightly coloured Mohawk and a bridge piecing gave me an angry look, and the other person was the blonde girl from earlier. I stared a bit too long at her; she winked at me, and I gave her an uncomfortable look. I returned my guarded gaze towards the teacher, just as she finished her instructions; which I only half listened to anyway.

I shuffled to the back of the classroom to collect a book. Gee thanks for all the books to carry assholes. Everyone's gaze seemed to follow my every awkward movement. I huffed another sigh for the second time; had they never seen such a sex god before? I laughed internally at my little joke. I pulled a book out of the pile, and I made my way to the only available seat.

The guy with the Mohawk put his leg out before I could avoid it, and I walked right into it. I stumbled, and fell forwards. Putting my hands out in front of myself; I braced myself for the impact, and the instant laughter as I fell to the floor. Instead though; I felt a pair of strong arms encircle my waist, and a well-defined chest under my open hands. My instant reaction was to run, but gulping I dared to look up. Peaking through my eyelashes I stared into a pair of indescribable blue eyes, that connected with my contact lensed ones. His eyes widened for a split second, before becoming un-emotional.

It felt like it was just me, and this strange guy.

I felt his hold tighten on me, and he let go, pushing me away slightly. As quickly as the shock came, it left just as fast. My eyes tailed behind him, as he walked back towards his seat at the back of the classoom. I walked a little way towards my seat, and sank into the plastic. The class didn't laugh at me again.

"The Civil war happened between a span of four years, 1861 to 1865, it was between The Union, and The Confederacy. It was..."

I stopped listening. Surprisingly; between the span of time of entering the classroom to sitting down. I have been laughed at, tripped up, and held ever so tight and gently. Maybe it's not hell after all, maybe in some secet way...I've made it to heaven.

A/N: This is me when I seriously do something, and do it a year later! Well no point with the usual talking, and I'm tweaking the sneak peaks to the chapter names, so next chapter will be called: Me, You and Him

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