Broken Trust

Chapter 5 - My brother needs me

After weeks had gone by, where Magnus had kept his distance and only provided Alec with coffee and politely greeting him when they came across each other in the hallway, Magnus felt like it was time to try and talk to Alec again. Only this time, he wouldn't ask for what he could do to be forgiven. He would try and apologize for what happened in highscool. Provide Alec with some closure.

When the last bell rang, signaling the school day was over, Magnus lingered at the parking lot. Hoping to catch Alec before he left.

As soon as Alec saw Magnus next to his car, he rolled his eyes. He already had too much drama on his plate right now, thanks to his moronic brother.

"Magnus, I really don't have the time or energy to deal with you right now."

Alec glanced at the phone in his hand when another long text popped up on the screen.

"Please Alec. I promise you, it won't take long."

"Fine. Get in. I don't have the time to stand here and talk, so you can talk in the car."

Surprised at the fact it had been so easy to convince Alec to talk, he hurried inside the car. Alec sighed, pulled up the text from Jace and scanned through it before getting in the car. He quickly wrote back a reply, and started the vehicle.

"You wanted to talk, so talk."

Alec stared at the road in front of him. not really wanting to listen to what Magnus had to say, but it was just easier than arguing with him.

"Um okay... Well I wanted to apologies again. For what I did back in highschool."

Alec stared at him in disbelief.

"Are you serious? You want to do this now? When I've just told you I'm in a hurry?"

"I know, but I really think it could do us both some good to talk about that day. I mean, I never really told you what happened."

"You tricked me. You made me the punchline in a stupid homophobic joke with your friends. The end."

"Do you really believe that? After the night we had?"

Alec sighed.

"No... Not really..."

A stone fell from Magnus' heart. He had actually gotten through to Alec. Made him listen. Open up. He felt like being at the brink of crying out of relief.

"Thank you, Alec. It means a lot to me, that you don't think that. And I really do want to explain. Is that okay?"

"Um, I don't know Magnus. I really am in a hurry. My flight leaves in one hour, and I haven't packed yet."

"let me help you. Use my packing skills while you listen. Please?"

"Fine..."

He pulled up outside the building and rushed inside with Magnus right at his heels.

"Grab that suitcase and meet me in the bedroom."

Alec rushed into the bathroom and dropped the stuff rapidly into his toiletry bag.

Entering the bedroom, Magnus had opened the suitcase and placed it on the bed. Ignoring the memories of their night together, the best he could.

"Why don't I pack the clothes you pul out of the closet? Then I can explain at the same time."

"Alright."

Alec pulled out pants, shirts, briefs and belts, dropping it on the bed.

"What happened back then was, that my friends saw me leaving your bedroom. Remember, I climbed out your window?"

"I remember."

"Well, they saw me and started calling me things... Fag, queer, cocksucker... all those things, and I panicked..."

"You do that a lot..."

"I know... I'm sorry but..."

"Don't you ever get tired of apologizing?"

"Not when I have something to apologize for..."

Alec couldn't help but smile. At least Magnus was honest, and didn't run from the guilt.

"I couldn't admit what we had done. That I liked being with men... As much as women... So I just made up a story instead. And I really hate myself for this part. But I told them it was a scam to get you to trust me, so I could trick you into meeting me at the school. I told them I would humiliate you by getting you to confess your love for me, but they had another idea. And I went along with it. I was stupid!"

"They knew we slept together?"

"No... I told them that I had made you believe I was your friend and that I thought, you might be falling in love with me... I'm so sorry Alexander. I hate that I did that to you. I really do..."

Standing up, Alec started pacing the floor. Letting the news sink in.

"I still think you are an idiot, and I'm nowhere near forgiving you."

Alec glared at Magnus with his arms folded across his chest. Then his eyes softened a bit.

"But thank you for telling me the truth. I just can't handle It right now. Let me digest this and maybe we can talk about it later."

Magnus nodded. It was better than nothing. Desperately wanting to stay a little longer talking to Alec, he changed the subject.

"Where are you going by the way?"

"I'm going to New York. To see my brother."

"But... why is it in such a hurry?"

"Because he's an idiot, and he has fucked up."

"You are talking about Jace, right? The guy that swept Clary off her feet?"

Alec nodded while closing his suitcase. He was just about ready to leave.

"What has he done?"

"I'm not completely sure, but Clary is pissed at him, and she wants a divorce. I don't know... He says he needs me. But honestly, I just think Clary's being a bitch again. Just like she used to be."

Alec had never liked Clary. She was the prom queen and insufferable to be around but somehow, she had caught Jace in her web. He would never understand why.

"That's a little harsh... Clary isn't that bad..."

"Wow. The highschool jock doesn't think the prom queen was terrible in highschool. What a shock!"

"Point taken... maybe I should tag along. I was friends with Clary. I could talk to her while you talked to Jace?"

"What? No way. I'm not taking you with me!"

"Well that's not really up to you. It's a public plane, and Clary is my friend..."

Magnus looked innocently up at Alec, Bashing his eyelashes.

"Jeez..."

Alec mumbled under his breath.

"How long will it take to get you to change your mind."

"Hmm... easily the entire day..."

"Fine! But I'm not waiting for you to pack!"

"That's okay. I'll by something in New York. I love shopping."

Magnus smilede and strolled towards the door, holding it open for Alec to go through, smiling at the cute eyeroll Alec did when he was annoyed.