I Will Be The Best (malec fanfiction)

Chapter Two: Magnus' P.O.V

I was sitting on the couch with Chairman Meow. It's been rough these past couple of days; I haven't even had the motivation to put on pants. Even worse than that, I haven't had the motivation to take a shower, so not only do I feel dead, but I smell dead too, which is probably the reason the Chairman is sitting as far away from me as possible.

Why would he try to take my life away? That one question has been running through my head for the past four days and still runs through it now. I still can't believe that it's been four days. Four days since I let my Alec go. I quickly snapped my fingers and some takeout from a Chinese place downtown somewhere appeared on my trash littered coffee table.

I could feel my stomach about to burst and when I reached for the box, it groaned in protest, but I didn't put the food down like a normal person would. I'm just an emotional eater. Some people drink, others get violent, and then there are people like me; the ones that sit in one spot for days upon days and don't bother to change, to bathe, or even pick up the many, many ice-cream tubs and takeout boxes that pile up high.

"What're you staring at?" I asked my cat, but it came out muffled due to my mouth being stuffed full with noodles and chicken. The Chairman meowed before prancing off into my room. My curiosity got the best of me so I leaned forward, the couch was close enough to my room that I could see just inside of it, which meant that I got to see the Chairman curled up in Alec's former spot on our— I mean, my bed.

I felt fresh tears rush down my dirty face once again, and they dropped into my soup with an audible splash. My emotion-caused appetite suddenly ceased, I no longer felt like eating. I threw the tub into the growing pile next to the couch and lay down, grabbing my pillow that was still damp from my last round with my heart. I turned up the volume on What Not to Wear and scoffed at the ridiculous outfits they were putting on this girl. The show made me feel a little bit better due to the fact that I got to judge people on how they dress from the comfort of my couch, which I may add, most likely has an imprint of my body shape by now.

I was about to hear how they could make this thin brunette look more fabulous in dresses—as if—when I heard a pounding on my door. I have two options: answer the door, or ignore the person knocking and hope that they go away. I chose to ignore it, but apparently I chose the wrong option because the pounding came again, and it was louder the second time around. I begrudgingly got up and answered the door, not even caring about how I looked for once.

Oh great. I thought to myself, in front of me was none other than Jace Herondale/Wayland/Lightwood, or whatever he was using as his last name this week. It always seemed to be a different one every time I saw this blond-headed jackass.

Jace stood there staring at me so I decided to be the one to break the tension filled silence.

"What do you want?" My voice was raspy and hoarse, but still held a certain degree of hostility. Though it wasn't as much as I wanted it to be.

"I want to know why Alec is at home instead of here, because he basically lives here. And now I want to now know why your floor looks like a food company dumped their trash in here."

I sighed; I should have known Alec wouldn't tell anyone. Oh, my precious little Alexander, so strong, yet fragile at the same time...

Stop! You need to stop thinking about him that way, he's no longer yours. You screwed up and broke up with him; therefore you have no right to think about him. No right at all.

"Well?" Jace asked me, tapping his foot impatiently.

"Alexander Lightwood no longer resides at this residence; he is where he belongs now." I spit, my voice as cold as possible, which proved harder than it should have been, then I rolled my eyes and closed my door a little bit, suddenly self-conscious about my apartment, "and I will have you know that my decor is none of your concern, Shadowhunter."

"Okay, what's going on Magnus?" His voice was sterner this time.

"Alexander and I no longer remain in a relationship," I say, I want him gone. I want him gone now so that I can go back inside and sulk, "I wish not to discuss it, especially not with you."

"What the hell did you do to him?" Jace asked, but this time he was quiet.

I had to force my jaw to not drop to the floor. What does he mean by that question? "Listen here," I had to grit my teeth to control my rage. "I didn't do anything. The only one in the wrong this time is Alec."

The blond-haired shadowhunter studied me for a second before turning around to leave. As soon as he was facing the other way, I knew that I had won. At least that's what I thought, but then he went and started to talk.

"Magnus, look. I know that Alec may be in the wrong this time, but for some reason..." He took a deep breath before continuing. "But for some reason, the thing going on between you two has turned him into a monster. He's not himself anymore, shit. I don't even know what he is. He rushes into fights, kills without any mercy or remorse, and doesn't look out for his own safety along the way.

"He acts as if he's having a play date with death. Hell, just today he took on a demon three times his size. Even I'm not stupid enough to do something like that," Jace turned around to face me, "and the worst part about all of this is that he doesn't show any emotions. It's like he's a machine and his only task is to kill and destroy." He turned back around and walked out of my apartment building. His shoulders were slightly slumped and his head hanging down. Jace, the man who's always proud and too full of himself, was walking around looking like the outcast on the school playground.

I closed my front door and leaned against it. What did I do to him? I questioned myself. I know that the answer is probably right in front of my face, but I'm too blind to see it. With the snap of my fingers, my house is cleaned and food is in the Chairman's food bowl, everything looks back to normal, but there's still something– someone –missing.

I snap my fingers again and I am in a pair of grey sweatpants and a green and white striped tank top. I don't notice the pants from my wardrobe were Alec's until they were on my body. I slowly make my way to my bedroom for the first time in four days and lay down under the thick, red blanket.

I roll over and see Chairman is still in Alec's spot, sleeping whilst curled up into an adorable little ball. I bury my face into the pillow until I get a whiff of something. I take another breath, but this time a deeper one, and then I realize that it's Alec's pillow that I have my face in. I let out a shaky breath and bury my face deeper into the pillow as I cry myself to sleep that night, but it's not like it was the first time and it certainly won't be the last.