Malec Smut

Smut #2- City

((GUYS I JUST DIED OMG IM SCARED SAVE ME))

((BTW srry in advance for typos I have fake nails on))

((AND STOP JUDGING MY BAD SMUT JADEN YOU CANT EVEN WRITE))

!@#$%^&*So I realized last chapter I put AU and it wasn't, this one is*&^%$#

<><><>Alec's POV<><><>

Honestly high school can SMA. And so can everyone in this shitty town. I can't wait to get out of this place one day with Izzy. As the bell rang to signal the end of the school day I jumped from my seat and pushed the double doors open wide. Since my class was the closest one to the front of the school I was always the first one out. I jumped into my red mustang (year 2003) and sped off to my run down mobile home. When I got in mom immediately handed me my usually Friday night outfit. A tight black t-shirt with whatever band she grabbed, a pair of tight skinny jeans, and my leather jacket. I kissed her cheek, taking the neatly folded clothes and walking over to my room to take a shower. When I got out I ruffled my hair with a towel, threw on the clothes, did my usually prep routine, and rushed out. Miami was about an hour and a half away and it was already 6:30. I should make it by dark.

<><><>Magnus's POV<><><>

I don't even know why I go to school. Every Friday is the same. Third one out the school doors, behind whoever the fuck gets out early enough to be ahead of me plus Alexander Lightwood. His family status might not be great, but he's still one of the most popular kids in school because of his adoptive brother Jace. Anyway, leave school, shower, prep, take the hour drive to Miami to whatever club I choose. Ragnor makes fake IDs and sells them around school but he never tells anyone, ANYONE, not even me, who his clients are. I usually stay more inland around SHOTS Miami or HOUSE Nightclub but Ragnor suggested one of Miami Beach called Purdy Lounge and I'd thought I'd check it out. When I got seated I asked for my usually glass of white rum. As the bar tender handed me the clear liquid a tall, dark haired man slipped in unnoticed. Well... ALMOST unnoticed. He sat at the far end of the bar and tried to drown himself in whatever bubbly liquid he ordered. I couldn't see his face in the dim lights of the club but I could tell he was a regular since he didn't have to even make direct eye contact to the bar tender, Ted I think his name was, to get his drink. Being the curious person I am, I took my drink and sat next to the boy no older than me.

"Hey there." I put my glass down and turned to look at him but his face was glued to the table.

"Hi." His voice was soft, like a single raindrop sliding down a window.

"Don't be shy." I laughed gently turning his head by the chin with my thumb and index finger. When he looked up with his beautiful blue eyes I knew who it was. "Alexander." I removed my hand as he gave me a small smile. We've known each other since 5th grade even though we don't talk almost at all. "You never phased me as the club type."

"All I do is sit here." His small voice was almost lost by the booming speakers. The DJs voice announced that we were taking a back track to the 'good ole' days' as he put it. The slow beat of By The Way by The Red Hot Chili Peppers started.

"How about we change that." I offered him my hand as I stood up infront of him.

"I don't know Mags, I'm not the best dancer." He looked down and started swirling his drink that was halfway gone already.

"Nonsense. Let's go." He looked up hesitantly. "Will not ask again, Alexander." He used Mags and I used Alexander. It's how we got on each others nerves. He sighed and took my hand as I led him to the floor. He insisted we dance in the darkest corner so no one would notice him. It didn't  bother me as long as he was dancing with me. I'll admit, I've had a crush on Alexander Lightwood since Middle School and I never imagined I would get the pleasure of dancing with him.