Malec prompt – Study Anger

freakypumpkin:

Prompt: We hate each other but apparently our teachers ship us and make us partner up all the time and sit next to each other and for the love of God if you don’t shut your mouth I’m gonna shove you on the desk and sNOG THE HELL OUT OF YOU from this post 

It didn’t quite go as expected and I had to cut it short in the end because it was getting to long … hope you still like it. 🙂 Also, for welovesandalwood, in case you’r interested ^^

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Magnus didn’t understand how somebody this cute and caring could be so damn infuriating, but Alec Lightwood seemed to be eager to prove that this contradiction indeed existed. The first time they’d been assigned partners on a group project by their english teacher, Magnus had been ecstatic, but it hadn’t taken him long to realize that as far as studying and organization went, they didn’t mix … at all. Where Alec wanted to start at the top, Magnus was all for going from left to right, and while Alec worked best in the morning, Magnus couldn’t bring himself to care about anything school-related before noon. Yet their teachers seemed to be eager for them to work out their differences which led to Alec and Magnus being paired up for every damn assignment there was, even those that usually required people of opposite genders to be paired up or when the teacher mentioned before that there should be at least three people. 

So, now they were sitting in an empty classroom to talk about some poem that Magnus had yet to read because refused to hand over the paper they’d gotten from their teacher. And the only reason he’d gotten out of the Lightwood boy was ‘because you doodle on the edges’.

“Okay, one last time, Alexander-”

“No.” Alec held the sheet of paper protectively against his chest. “I can read it to you and-”

“Yes, I’m aware of the fact that you can read, but I can’t remember stuff when only hearing it.”

“I don’t care, the last time we had crappy flowers all over the place of that chem assignment.”

“And the teacher didn’t care because it’s chem, not art and-”

“I cared! It was all messy and you could barely see the notes-”

“-and how dare you call my flowers crappy.” Being finally fed up wit everything Magnus simple got up trying to forcefully take that damn poem from his ‘partner’, but Alec was quick to react, getting up to and stumbling farther along the row of seats, always holding the poem out of Magnus’ reach. How did he do that anyway? Magnus was taller than him, but the little weasel had unbelievably fast reflexes. 

“Well, you suck at drawing!”

“You suck at chemistry!”

Alec looked at him with pure indignation written across his face. “You take that back! I worked hard to get that C last year.” Magnus growled lunging again for the poem. They were getting closer and closer to the wall at the end of the row now which should put an end to Alec’s escape. The poem flitted from right to left while Alec kept going on about chemistry. “Do you know how hard it is to be taken seriously with struggling in chemistry? It’s always only – ah, no, you’re not getting that poem – everybody only sees my brilliant mother and they always think – Hands off! – ‘Why are you struggling? Don’t you have the genes of your mother?’ It is the worst conversation on family dinners ever and don’t-”

At one point Magnus had just seized Alec’s baggy sweater, pulled him close and kissed him square on the mouth which finally shut the other up. Just to be sure and for definitely no other reason than that, he wrapped the other arm around Alec’s waist and held him close while they were both caught breathless and in utter silence. 

“You finally stopped talking,” Magnus muttered. He had to say that the current situation felt better than he’d had expected and if he tilted his head a bit, he could maybe nip at the side of the other’s neck …  

Alec who had stared at him with big, round eyes suddenly looked down and bit his lower lip which wasn’t exactly helping to get rid of the building tension between them. “Was that the only reason you kissed me? If you want me to stop talking, you can just tell me, you know.” There was poorly hidden pain in Alec’s voice. “I’m not stupid, you know.” He pushed against Magnus’ shoulders, trying to get him to let go, but Magnus didn’t let him. Instead he made Alec look up at him with the hand that had been holding the front of the other’s sweater. His thumb gently brushed over Alec’s lips. Blue eyes held a silent challenge, but Magnus could only smile. 

“I know.”

It was the first kiss of many that day. Though when Magnus and Alec started dating about a week later, they promised each other to never study together.