Alec's POV
I can feel my cheeks burning like a fire, not the tame kind put out with your foot, but a forest fire that swallows up everything in its path. I'm at an utter loss for words, I know exactly who this boy is....although upon farther inspection he looks more like a man. I shake my head to clear my thoughts but I'm just met with a blank slate, a chalkboard without words. I run my hand through my hair and knock off my beanie in the process, making the wildfire grow even more if that's humanly possible. I hear a low rumble as I bend over to retrieve my digni- I mean hat. I feel golden almond shape eyes scan me as I bend over and I struggle to settle the butterflies in my stomach. I finally right myself and clutch the beanie in my hand like a life preserver.

"My name is-"

"I know what your name is Alexander, we've been over this," the black haired man says almost gently.

I really wish I could just die in a hole and never come back but sadly I don't think that can happen. I hear a high pitched chuckle and I remember the slutty girl hanging on Magnus. She looks proud and arrogant, almost like she knows she beat me when there wasn't a competition to begin with. I roll my eyes at her but her stupid smirk only gets bigger.

"Well now little Alexander, why don't you leave Magnus and I to our grown up stuff," she talks down to me, I feel my irritation grow, replacing my earlier embarrassment.

My lips curl and reveal my canines in an animalistic sense that has never possessed me before.

"No, I don't think I will, if I remember correctly this is my room, not yours. Go find someone else stupid enough to sleep with you, if I wanted a bitch, I would've bought a dog," I spit out at her and watch with a strange feeling of satisfaction as her eyes widen in surprise.

She looks to Magnus for help but Magnus's eyes are too focused on me to notice her. He tilts his head to the side, almost looking at me with renewed interest.

"Magnus tell your idiot roommate to lea-"

"Young Alexander is right, you are dismissed Camille." He says formally to the fake blonde who huffs in response and storms out of the room.

I'm left just looking lost and alone, gosh I hate this feeling. Magnus offers me a small smile, almost as a mean to comfort me but it just makes me blush and grow even more uncomfortable.

"I apologize for her Alexander," he tells me sincerely but I take a step back, feeling like a cornered animal. He stops moving and his eyes soften when he sees me like this. I hate being nervous, this is a completely new emotion that I thought I'd never possess.

"You have a pretty shitty taste in women Magnus," I snap at him, feigning annoyance as I walk towards an unclaimed bed.

I replace one emotion with the next almost effortlessly. He chuckles lightly and my toes curl involuntarily. I lay my bag down on one of the beds and begin unpacking when I feel Magnus's breath blow through my hair.

"My taste in men is much better," he whispers and I feel his lips brush against my ear before he pulls away from me. I exhale and struggle to tame my heart that is beating faster than I thought humanly possible. I look over at Magnus's bag and notice it is almost completely empty except for a few articles of clothing, a tooth brush and toothpaste. I look over at him but his eyes are on the window, looking out at the night.

"You sure did pack lightly," I call over to him, trying to make normal conversation. He shrugs and looks at me for a while before answering.

"I got a little tied up," he says innocently enough but my mind snaps to the dirty connotation that phrase suggested.

Picturing Magnus in bondage is kind of hot actually- SNAP OUT IF IT ALEC!!! I actually wouldn't be surprised at all if that's what he was doing this morning.

"I see," I mutter lamely and continue my unpacking when I step on something and hear a yowl. I jump back from my bed in surprise as a black, white and brown cat shoots out from beneath my bed.

"MAGNUS WHAT THE HELL?!" I scream at the black haired boy standing in the corner of the room.

I'm shocked when he just throws back his head and laughs....like a real laugh not a sexy chuckle. My eyes widen and I notice exactly how beautiful he is when he smiles for real. He's so care free and unguarded. I've only known him for a couple of minutes but I can tell that smiling is a hard thing for him. I stare for a while until his cackling dies down. He bends over and picks up the cat, cradling the tiny kitty in his arms. He clicks his tongue at me and narrows his eyes with a wicked smile.

"You stepped on my cat Alexander," he says lowly making me forget what nice things I said about him not even 2 minutes ago.

"We're not even supposed to have cats Magnus," I counter with an annoying tattle-tale whine in my voice.

He raises a brow and strokes the kitty.

"Really? I must not have read that section in the rule book," he acts sickly sweet and innocent, a small frown shaping his lips.

"You wouldn't tell on me....would you Alexander?" He asks with wide eyes but a dangerous glint in his eyes.

I want to say yes just because I'm allergic to cats and I don't want to get in trouble, but something in his eyes stops me. I'm really not looking forward to an entire year with a shedding cat and its annoyingly suave owner. I pull a sigh from between my teeth and shake my head.

"I won't tell anyone, but keep in that thing as far away from me as possible and if it makes a mess, you're cleaning it up." I mutter and return to my unpacking.

"Oh Alexander, I thought I would need to use more drastic means to get what I want." He says and plunks down on his bed with the cat perched on his lap.

I can feel 4 eyes on me and I struggle to unpack my bag like a normal human being, which actually is a pretty hard task. I look over and sure enough, both Magnus and his little kitty are staring at me, watching my every movement. I let out a frustrated sigh and run my hands through my hair.

"Why are you so nervous?" Magnus asks lightly. I blush furiously and will my cheeks to wash away the pink paint on my face.

"I'm not nervous," I lie thinly but even I don't believe myself.

"Bullshit," he calls my bluff as I thought he would. I look over at him and he smirks.

"You don't know how I feel," I argue back at him like a child. He laughs and comes over to me, still holding his cat.

"Maybe not, but I know what you feel like," he murmurs and runs his hand over my shoulder. I roll my eyes but don't pull away from his touch.

"You're hilarious," I scoff, unamused. He chuckles and pulls a pair of pants out of my bag.

"I get that a lot," he flashes me a cheeky grin and puts my pants away in the drawer.

"What are you doing?" I ask him suspiciously as he grabs another article of my clothing. He raises a brow and snorts.

"Really Alexander, I pegged you for naive but never stupid. I'm helping you unpack," he says simply.

He continues going through my clothes, wrinkling his nose at a couple of my shirts. I shrug of the slight jab but still look at him weirdly.

"Why?"

He looks back over at me and shrugs.
"I've given you a rough night... not in the way I wanted to though" he trails off with a wink and I blush again. " I'm just being nice," he finishes and shrugs again.

I'm not gonna argue with him because I want this to be a real thing; nice Magnus is weird but better than flirty Magnus. We sit for a small while in silence, folding, stacking, and putting away my clothes. I feel a buzz in my pocket and find a text from Jace.

Hey big boy, how's the roommate?

I crack a smile and slide a glance over to Magnus who's eyes are narrowed and full lips parted. His hair falls into his eyes as he runs his tongue along his bottom lip. Slowly he closes his mouth and pulls his lips into a small, concentrated frown. He honestly might be the most beautiful person I've ever seen. My mouth gets dry and I struggle to tear my eyes away from his face.

Little bit of a rough meeting but he seems nice enough.

I shoot back to Jace about a minute after his text. I pocket my phone and continue my unpacking, feeling a pang of disappointment as the bottom of my bag become visible.

"Alright pretty boy, we're done here," Magnus whispers and tilts his head, his nose almost touching mine. I pull away quickly as my phone buzzes from its place in my pocket.

"Pretty boy huh?" I tilt my head and feel my lips curl into a smirk. Magnus's lips quirk and he tilts his head to match mine.

"Yup," he pops the 'p' and slides his tongue over his lips.

"Do you like it?" He asks with a raised brow.

"Does it matter if I do?" I ask, knowing he'd call me it regardless of my like or dislike of the pet name.

"No," he answers smoothly, instantly after my words: almost like he expected me to ask. I chuckle and shake my head at him before falling onto my bed, kicking my bag off with my toe.

Magnus looks down at me with a twisted smile planted on his face. I pull out my phone and read the text from Jace

Good good, he can't be worse than mine.

Why what's wrong with yours?

I text back and wait for his response. I look up, expecting to see Magnus still standing there with that smile of his. I'm surprised when I don't see Magnus standing there and my eyes scan the room for him.

"So who are you texting?" I hear his voice say from the pillow next to me.

I glance over to see Magnus laying looking at the ceiling. His eyelashes cast shadows down on his cheeks as he waits for my response.

"Why do you care?" I ask him defensively. I feel my phone buzz but I don't dare to read the text.

"I need to know if I have any competition," he answers plainly and I'm surprised that he assumed I was gay.

I don't leave a trail of rainbows around and I'm pretty used to hiding it from my family. I've known since I was around 12 but I would die single and miserable rather than letting my family know.

"You think I'm gay?" I ask out and fight the panic threatening to rise in my voice.

Magnus looks over at me and raises a brow. He shifts so he's laying on his side, looking at me with soft gold eyes.

"I know Alexander," he tells me but doesn't say anything as I wipe my sweaty palms on my pants. I exhale and look at the ceiling fan, trying to decide what to say.

"You haven't told anyone yet have you?" He asks me softly, his breath fanning against my neck.

His fingers creep over my neck and sit on my jaw. He turns my head so my face is inches from his. I swallow and shake my head slowly. His eyes lower to my lips and he says

"You haven't had sex with a boy yet have you?" I flush and that seems to answer his question because he shoots out another one.

"You haven't had sex period," he says and it's not really a question.

I feel humiliated. I'm not totally unfortunate looking but every time anyone wanted to be in an actual relationship I say no. I don't know why I'm like this but the thought of having someone to care for me all the time seems like a waste. I feel like I can't treat them with the affection and love that they deserve .

"I bet you haven't even been kissed yet," he states almost sadly.

I don't bother denying it because it's true. I've never been kissed and I'm 19. I feel for some odd reason, embarrassed to be in Magnus's presence. He practically drips sexual amazingness for lack of better words. He clearly has been kissed, he has had sex, and I'm sure he's never had a problem getting what he wants. Boys or girls don't matter to him, sex is just sex but that's not how I'm wired. I'm startled out of my thoughts when I feel soft lips on the side of my neck. He moves them up to my jaw and presses small kisses along my jawline, sliding closer to me. I freeze, unsure of what to do. His lips feel so amazing and soft against my skin and I fight the urge to tilt my head, giving him the access he wants. He keeps kissing my neck, prompting me to turn my head but I don't budge. I know exactly what he wants and but I'm not ready to give him his satisfaction. We just met but I can tell that Magnus doesn't do relationships, what he wants he gets. He lets out a little hiss of frustration when I refuse to turn my head and respond to him. His long fingers trace from my chest, sliding up to my jaw where he roughly turns my head. He wastes no time and soon starts kissing he hallow of my neck, his fingers trailing lower and lower. No no no, I'm not doing this now, I need to stop him now while I still can.

"Magnus don't," I growl lowly, my throat vibrating against his lips. He licks the vein on the side of my neck and moves up to my chin. He looks at me with dilated golden eyes. He presses a small kiss on the side of my mouth before ruffling my hair.

"Sorry Alexander, I couldn't control myself," he gets off of my bed and saunters to the bathroom, toothbrush in hand.

I'm more than a little surprised at his willingness to get off me and stop what he was doing. I'm also a tad bit disappointed that he didn't fully press his lips to mine, let his tongue delve into my mouth, make his hand dip just a little lower. I can still feel his wet tongue slide over my neck, his full lips kissing along my skin. I close my eyes and tilt my head back, trying to stop thinking about it. My pants are uncomfortably tight and I struggle to not let my hands travel any lower than my chest. I feel hot everywhere so I get off of my bed, heading towards the drawers of clothes. I pull out a loose t-shirt and a pair of basketball shorts. I glance over my shoulder to make sure Magnus isn't watching me or creeping up behind me. He has disappeared in the small bathroom so I pull my shirt off and step out of my pants. The air feels amazing on my skin and I take deep breathes, trying to will the arousal away. I loop my hands behind my neck and lick my lips, imagining how Magnus's lips could've been there. Gosh this is not at all helping. I reluctantly pull on the shorts and the shirt.

I lay on my bed, fighting myself for control. I roll on my stomach and put my head on the pillow, turning off the lamp beside my bed. I stop myself from rocking my hips into the mattress and instead close my eyes. I feel highly uncomfortable but I fight down the urge to do something about it. There is no way I'm giving Magnus the satisfaction of knowing his has this large of an effect on me. A few minutes later I hear Magnus stumble to his bed in the dark, and then everything is quiet.