For the first time, I was meeting Magnus somewhere new. Last time we were chatting on my break Isabelle had flounced over out of nowhere and professed that it was 'totally weird' that we only ever saw each other while I was at work.

It was also getting to the point where a lot of kids from my school had seen us together and while that night Robert had shown up was the closest we ever got to being inappropriate Izzy had a point. I didn't need it coming back to bite me when I hadn't graduated yet. I couldn't be seen as the kid who went around with guys my teachers' age. If they saw me that way it wouldn't be long before they thought I was the kid going around with teachers. Especially if we were going to tell people Magnus was tutoring me.

When Robert had dropped us back to the house he'd walked in right after us. I could have knocked him out right there. I was so proud of my Mother for facing him with composure. What was even better was that the house was finally back in order; with a few minor edits. Like all his pictures down from the walls.

"So he starts trying to tell Mother off for not telling him I had a Tutor. Who she didn't know about, obviously."

"Because you don't have one." Magnus nodded and took a seat on a bench. We'd come to the Museum because there was a photography exhibit he'd wanted to show me - I didn't think much of it put I pretended to care to make him happy. Then I talked him to death about the Roman Empire when we came to the relics.

His eyes lit up when I became animated about it. He said he liked my passion.

Passion seemed like a strong word. People who were passionate about History were boring people like my teacher Mr Starkweather. But Magnus didn't seem bored. Magnus seemed like he'd be happy to listen as long as I kept talking. That was how I ended up rambling into the 'Tutor' discussion.

"So, Mother doesn't really mind. She's just a little annoyed she hadn't met you." I explained.

"As in Tutor-me?"

"As in Tutor-you."

Magnus smirked and put an arm around my shoulders. It was unsettling in a good way; exciting to finally be in a situation where he could do things like that and not be spotted by my friends or family. I rested my head on him. Magnus was much taller than I was which never happened with guys my own age. I felt like I fit against him better.

"Well." Magnus began thoughtfully. "I could call her and explain the situation. The fake situation, I mean."

It was sort of funny. Like he was torn between wanting to do the grown-up thing and keep the parents in the know about what I was up to and wanting to keep my secret for me. I wondered how Mother would feel about it if I told her about how I'd been seeing Magnus.

It was only a brief thought. It would have been wildly optimistic to imagine the reaction would be good.

My shoulders felt cold all of a sudden and I sat up properly realising that Magnus was on his phone.

"You don't want to call her now?" I asked.

He laughed and shook his head while he typed away on the keypad. "This is work. Some bitchy model."

Magnus, as it turned out, was actually a photographer, not a designer. Not a designer by trade anyway. Every now and then he managed to get a piece showcased but he hadn't caught a real break yet. In the mean time he was always getting 'bitchy model' texts.

It worried me at first that he was always surrounded by gorgeous people. It made it even less likely that he would stay with me. Boring, normal Alec who didn't look as good or dress as well.

The more annoyed the models seemed to make him the less I worried about it. Maybe they were all beautiful but Magnus hated having to talk to them. I could wait my turn patiently knowing he wouldn't linger on them for any longer than he had to.

Unless he had to leave.

"I'm being summoned." Magnus sighed as he shoved his phone back into his pocket. "I could meet you again tomorrow?"

I shook my head. Izzy was dragging me out shopping for her prom dress that day. Sometimes I didn't think she understood that I wasn't her 'gay best friend' and had no idea about clothes whatsoever. Either that or making me go was a ploy to try and make me get a suit. That was possible.

"I have to prom shop." I grimaced. I didn't even want to go to the dumb dance. Izzy had a boyfriend to take her and Jace had finally roped Clary into going with him. My other friends were all on the sports teams and had girls battling to be their plus one.

"Oh?" Magnus had that amused sort of surprise. He knew by now that getting dressed up wasn't my kind of thing. "Who's the lucky guy?"

"I don't have a date." We passed the Roman exhibit again. I liked it better when we were talking about gladiators and not school events.

"Is that a hint?"

I stopped and spluttered like it was our first conversation again. Some of the things he said. The idea of him turning up in my school gym looking like one of the chaperons was ridiculous.

At the same time… I guess there's a part of every teen who wants to spend that night with somebody who mattered. I knew I'd go and spend the whole time I was there thinking about Magnus.

"No, it isn't a-"

"When is it?" Magnus cut me off.

By now we were on the front steps and he was about to flag down a cab. He took his phone out again because it was ringing but he didn't answer the call. It just kept playing some annoying pop song or another.

"You aren't seriously considering-"

"Just tell me when." He interrupted again and waved the phone slightly to put emphasis on his hurry.

How could he even imagine getting away with attending a high school prom? Alright, he didn't look his age. But he didn't look eighteen either. Still, he'd asked, and we had to finish the conversation quick before a cab pulled up.

"April 20th." I said. Still very confused.

Magnus smiled and got into the cab wordlessly. I started to panic when it dawned on me that he had no intention of explaining himself. I started to knock on the window but he didn't even look up.

"Magnus? Magnus!"

Aaand the cab was gone. Awesome.

Thanks for reading. It's been really exciting for me to see that people are actually following this. I'm a little worried that my written 'voice' needs improvement but I'm not quite sure what to do about it without becoming OOC. Still writing though. The next chapter shall be: 'Meeting The Mother'.