Chapter 1: H-Hello?
I was normal... Okay not completely normal, but I was content with my life. Average grades for a high schooler, a loving family, pitcher for the baseball team, and no one had to know my secret.
Then out of nowhere waltzes in a tornado of sparkles hair gel and eyes so green they looked like cat eyes, and my life becomes complicated. Of course no one else notices, but I did. I'm the one making a fuse out of it, I mean him.
Transfer student from Paris, so like everyone else in class I expect him to speak French but no. Instead of saying bonjour he said "Halo, saya Magnus Bane, dan saya terlalu dingin untuk omong kosong ini pengenalan." Everyone even the teacher stared in confused silence, then he took the only open seat which of course had to be in front of me. You see I sit in the back because I'm so tall, but Magnus is even taller than me and I have to crane my head to see the board- well only when he decides he wants to pay attention to the lesson.
It's been over a month and I haven't said one word to him and yet I have the biggest crush on him. His carmel skin is flawless and his style just grabs your attention, even my sister, Isabelle, has taken notice of him and she's a year below me. If it's not super tight pants then its sequence tops and glitter around his eyes. He's open about everything, what he thinks, what he does, who he does.
No he doesn't tell me but thanks to my siblings I'm tuned into all the gossip around school. All I have to do is ask my adopted brother Jace and he'll tell what he's heard without question. Magnus after he's fourth day at NYC Institute high school he announced "I'm a freewheeling bisexual, get over it." at a bunch of grass fairies (soccer players) that had corned him in the library.
They had all gotten sent to detention after that for disturbing the others, though I think Magnus was unfairly accused.
Now we're sitting in English having to pick partners for a book project and my first choice is to call across the room to Jace, but he's flirting with Clary his on-again-off-again girlfriend. They have major issues to work out, but whatever. My second though was to look in front of me, to see Magnus Bane still needed a partner, now was my chance. My chance to finally talk to him, to speak to the gorgeous boy that sits two feet away for an hour, five days a week. My chance-
Magnus turned around with a bored expression and huffs, "Hey gotta partner?"
Too stunned to speak I shake my head. My black hair falls into my eyes and I hurried to brush it aside.
"What a coincidence nor do I. So shall we fix our problems by teaming up to take down this ridiculous project together?" He said waving a glitter nail painted hand between us.
Like an idiot, I nod my head agreeing. A smirk tugs at his lips an I can feel the blush creeping up my neck. I really am an idiot. Acting like a child when we're seniors. I. Am. So. Lame.
Taking a deep breath I try to gather my nerves but at the same moment I open my mouth to speak Mr. Starkweather calls the class back to attention and Magnus spins around in his chair to face the front of the classroom. I mentally curse the old man with graying hair and let my head slump against the top of my desk.
Why can't I just talk to him? I just want to say hi, that's all. Come on brain you can do it, help me out here.
The bell rang ending class and I snapped up straight in my chair. Magnus was already on his feet preparing to leave, frantically I jump up and tap his shoulder -with a little more force than I intended. He turned, faced me with a black brow arched and narrowed green eyes that sparkled in the fluorescent lights. For a moment I staggered for words lost in his eyes but then I managed to compose myself long enough to speak.
"H-Hello, I'm Alec Lightwood." God that sounded pathetic, but I did it. I spoke to Magnus Bane.
He snorted a laugh, and I blushed more completely humiliated.
"Hello Alexander. Good to see you're not a mute, if you were it would make this partner thing really difficult." He smirked flipping a stray lock of hair out of his face. The classroom was mostly empty except for Jace who was waiting for me by the door with Clary clinging to his side.
"Y-yeah." I stuttered and it only made him laugh again. I really am an idiot.
"Bashfulness is a cute quality." He said turning to leave. "Bye-bye partner!" He called back to me as he pushed past Jace and left the room.
I quickly gathered my things as my ears grew warm before hurrying over to Jace who stared at me curiously. I avoided meeting his gaze as we made our way down the busy hall, Clary tapping away on her phone probably texting Simon something stupid that Jace said.
""H-Hello, I'm Alec Lightwood."" Jace said imitating my voice from earlier. "Jeez at least you managed your name without forgetting it." He teased and I glared down at him. His golden eyes twinkling with amusement up at me.
"Shuddup." I grumbled tightening my hold on the strap of my backpack. "I was just nervous."
"Yes because glitter makes you nervous, happens all the time with Izzy. I would hate to see how you would confront a bedazzled snake." Jace drawled and I just dropped my glare to the tiled floor. There's no point in arguing with Jace, he talks too much and has an ego that would put Iron Man to shame.
"Or the Twilight vampires caught in direct sunlight." Clary chimed in and I wanted to duck into the nearest bathroom and wait out the rest of school in a stall banging my head against a wall.
"I still don't get that." Jace said distracted from my current humiliation. "Vampires are suppose to burn in the sun not sparkle. If anyone should sparkle in the sun it should be Bane."
"Guys would you hurry up!" Simon called from the opened cafeteria doors.
"H-Hello." Jace mocked again and I punched him in the arm as hard as I could. Then I stalked into the cafeteria and to our usual table where Izzy waited with a half dozen different guys around her practically drooling.
God my first time speaking to Magnus went worse than I could have imagined. I really am a loser, I should stick to admiring from a distance with my mouth shut. Jace will never let me live down this afternoon.
"What's his problem?" My sister asked the others after I crashed to the table my face buried in my arms and struggling with urge not to cry.
Magnus Bane. That's my problem! I yelled inside my head.