Magnus's POV

Alone. A word I've come to like in my 20 years of life. I guess I have to like a word like that because the word family is about nonexistent. I have a house to myself with no one to share it with, well, not no one. Someone sleeps here every night. Put it this way, I get what I want when I want it. I've never really had a preference between girl or boy, it's more a matter of which one I can get easier. Girls seem to naturally flock towards me, they're like fast food: hot and ready to go. Boys on the other hand are more of a challenge. Boys like me just as well as their darkest secrets, safely hidden but pulled out to admire. I guess I'm not used to the whole "commitment" thing, I look for pleasure, not pain. My last night's sleeping partner is long gone, a small blond boy I found in a bar. He was small in my hands, gentle and sweet. His eyes were wary, anxious, always worried about the secrets that are hard to keep. He was my last one night stand before I head off to Harvard in about 2hours.

Another perk of being alone is that I have ample time to study, not that I really need to. My grades have never been short of exceptional so when I made it into Harvard I was hardly surprised. I still have to pack some more clothes but I'm too hungry for that right now.

I pull back my sheets and climb out of bed, the floor boards creaking under my feet. I pull on my boxers and a white v-neck t-shirt from my drawer before heading downstairs. The kitchen is empty as usual except for the tray of muffins sitting on the island made by my maid. I hear the pitter patter of tiny feet and turn around to find Chairman Meow rounding the corner. The fluffy black, white and brown cat comes strolling in, rubbing his face against my calf as he makes his way to the food bowl. I've had Chairman Meow for about two years now, ever since he was a tiny kitten. I do have quite a weakness for cats that I like to keep as my dark secret.

"Hey kitty," I call over fondly to the small cat. He raises his head and looks at me with his blue/green eyes. He purrs throatily and continues eating his cat food.

I chuckle and scoop the squirming cat into my arms, rocking him back and forth like a baby. I feel surprisingly happy even as Chairman claws at my neck, angry at being pulled away from his food. I scratch between his ears and he settles in my arms, until the doorbell rings and he bristles. I set the cat down and watch as he scurries under the coach. The doorbell rings again and again and again.

"I AM COMING!!!" I shout at the door, running a hand through my freshly dyed hair as I make my way to the door.

I unlock the door and open it, coming face to face with a tall white-haired boy who I immediately recognize as my best friend: Ragnor Fell. He looks me up and down through his lashes and a small smile creeps into place, like a puppet pulled by strings.

"Nice pants," he says lazily, stepping into my house without invitation.

I snort and close the door behind him, turning quickly only to find his face inches from mine. He exhales, nice and slow, his pupils dilating, blue eyes getting swallowed up by black. I lean back against the door with a smirk on my lips.

"You really should put on some pants," he says huskily, pressing me against the door. The wooden panel is hard beneath my back but I welcome the pain like an old friend. I tilt my head up more and let his head rest in the hallow of my neck.

"Don't act like you don't like what you see," I swallow and my eyes roll back when I feel his tongue on my neck.

Ragnor and I are what you would call "friends with benefits". We've been best friends since we were little and we were each other's firsts so we have a pretty tight bond. Our friendship seems to go back centuries and Our relationship is a no-strings-attached policy. He presses his hips against mine and then his lips are on mine. His lips aren't exactly a new experience, they're familiar and reassuring.

"Ragnor-" I pant out between kisses but his lips cover mine again. I put a hand between us and slowly push him away. He raises a brow at me but stands his ground.

"I have to get ready, my flight is in an hour and a half," I tell him breathlessly and he nods with a smile.

"Then let's go, I'll help you pack," he says but I know he has no intention of helping me. He slams me against the wall and bites down on my shoulder. I'm sure that there's stores near Harvard where I can buy my stuff.

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The plane ride is quick and boring, I sleep through most of it and the other half I just stare aimlessly out the window. I was able to take Chairman Meow as my carry-on so he lays asleep in my lap. Harvard has a strict no pet policy in their dorms but I have no intention of getting caught. I didn't have enough time to pack more clothes so a trip to the outlets there is most likely in the cards tonight.....unless something more interesting catches my eye....or should I say someone.

I pull out my dorm information sheet. I'm staying in a dorm house called Weld in room 6 with a boy named Alexander Lightwood. This will be the first time in a long while that I have to share something with someone. I don't even remember what sharing is anymore. The small cat stirs in my arms as the plane descends a couple thousand feet and I resist the urge to take him out of his carrier. I'm aware I look like a deranged cat man but I'm past the point of caring.

We finally land and make our way to Harvard university of snobby douches. I let out a laugh when the college swims into view from the bus window. It looks nice, with a dark brown brick exterior and large oak trees lining well paved walkways. Groups of students already mill around the yard, most Asian. I'll fit right in here!!!! I tuck my cat into my suitcase and silently plea that he won't make a peep.

I finally find the building titled Weld and push the doors opened, a desk and a lady swimming into view. It's about 5 now and there's a line of students signing in. A girl with long blond hair stands in front of me with pursed lips. Her eyes scan the students and she holds her head high, an air of superiority almost palpable. Her mannerisms actually remind me of a cat.

"Hey kitten," I purr coming to stand closer to her. Her dark eyes regard me with intense curiosity and she angles her body slightly towards mine.

"Day 1 and there's already boys flirting with me," she says, annoyed. I can sense she isn't actually irritated, proud people like her ravish in the attention. She parts her red lips and looks me up and down before saying

"Although I didn't expect it from someone like you," she says skeptically. I raise a brow and take a step closer.

"Like me? Whatever could you mean? Careful kitten or my feelings might get hurt." I warn her lowly. She laughs and looks away.

"Oh I'm sure your feelings would get hurt," she says sarcastically and turns her head to face me again. I chuckle and hold her chin between my fingers.

"What's your name kitten?" I ask her and she blushes under my gaze. She holds out the name, bathing in the attention I'm giving her. Finally she Succumbs to me and murmurs her name:

"Camille".

"What a beautiful name," I say and I actually mean it. The name reminds me of tea and spices. I make it to the desk to get my room key and the lady smiles at me, crows feet erupting at the corner of her eyes.

"Magnus Bane," I tell her and she slides a piece of paper for me to sign towards me. I quickly sign my signature and slide the paper back, offering her my signature smile. Camille signs after me and together we take the elevator up to floor 2.

"I'm room 6, what about you?" I ask as we step out of the elevator. She follows me out and starts walking down the hall with me.

"Does it really matter," she asks before dropping her stuff and pushing me against the door, her lips crushed against mine.

"Nope," I mutter shortly and kiss her back, prying her mouth open with my tongue.

She smells fantastic let me tell you. She smells like her name, spicy and sweet at the same time. I run my hands through her blond hair and flip her over so she's pressed against the wall, my arms on either side of her head. I always get what I want and she's no exception. I thought at least I'd have a challenge but I was wrong, so very wrong. She tugs on my belt loops and pulls me flush against her, moaning against my mouth.

I pull away from her and she desperately tries to wrap her arms around me again but I deny her that simple wish of hers. I jingle my room keys between her eyes and a slow smile creeps on her lips. I continue walking down the hallway until I find room 6 and I open it.

The room is pretty plain and boring looking. I set my bags down on the bed nearest the window and Camille follows suit. A meow sounds from my bag and I laugh, unzipping the bag before letting Chairman Meow crawl out. He tilts his head to the side, almost surveying the room with critical cat eyes. He purrs and creeps under the bed, curling into a small ball once he's safely hidden. I flick on the lights and walk towards the kitchen, Camille making an impatient sound deep in her throat. I ignore her and continue walking in to the tiny nook in our room.

The kitchen is pretty small with a two burner stove, small table, microwave and fridge. The sink is next to the stove and brown cabinets sit above it. I feel hands prying my shirt off and I'm reminded that Camille is still here and impatient as ever. I sigh and turn around, lifting her into my arms before setting her on the counter, wrapping her legs around my waist. My lips travel from hers down to her neck and I think that I faintly hear the sound of a door being unlocked but I continue my attack on Camille's neck. She whines like a puppy and makes a sound similar to something dropped, or maybe it was actually something being dropped.

I pull my lips away from her neck and notice a tall boy standing in the doorway, his bags sitting on the floor, a guilty look on his face. His blue eyes are wide and his black curly hair is hidden with a beanie. His eyes travel over my body and I almost feel myself blush under the scrutiny. I mentally kick myself for making this our first meeting but I fake confidence by cocking my hip, and tilting my head. I take a step closer and let my eyes dip from his face to take in the sight of a perfectly sculpted body and well matched clothes. My eyes return to his and I smirk when I see a pretty blush dusted over his cheeks and nose.

"You must be Alexander Lightwood," I say and step closer to him, almost laughing as the nervous boy takes a step back almost unconsciously.

"My name is Magnus Bane,"