Magnus was sitting on his bed when his phone started to ring. Clary was calling him on FaceTime. He smiled and answered the call.

"Hey, Biscuit." he answered. Clary wore the biggest smile on her face, and had tears in her eyes.

"What happened" Magnus asked. All Clary did was raised her left hand and said,

"Jace proposed!"

"Blondie proposed!? Oh my gods, the sky must be falling down! You've been waiting since freaking middle school. It's about damn time!"

"I know! Don't worry you're the Maid of Honour!" she said.

"When is the wedding?"

"We haven't planned it but probably in a year or two, and definitely in the fall—Oh Magnus I've gotta go. Mom's calling. Love you!"

"Love you too!" he said just as she hung up. Magnus laid his head on his pillow. Clary was getting married. He frowned. He was happy for her don't get him wrong. He was beyond happy, but he did feel a little bit jealous. Magnus closed his eyes, and tried to focus on the noises around him. He could here Malcolm walk passed his room, so he strained to hear what he was saying.

"Yeah, Annabelle's having a party tonight, you should come." Malcolm said to someone.

"Invite only?" the other guy asked.

"Nah, anyone can come if they want."

Magnus had an idea.

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Magnus walked over to Annabelle's campus dorm. He could tell it was her's because there were people walking in and out with glasses of wine. Only Annabelle would have wine at a party instead of proper booze. When he walked in, he noticed that not a lot of people came, but there were more than he expected. Magnus really didn't want to run into Annabelle, but she noticed him of course. It was like she could sense when he was near. She didn't approach him, she just leaned in and whispered to the girl she was talking too. For some reason Harvard University felt more like high school. Magnus found his way to the kitchenette area, where Malcolm was leaning against the wall with a beer in hand.

"Hi, Malcolm."

"Magnus? Hi." Magnus walked up to him, and leaned with his back on the wall next to him.

"You know we've never spent much time since school started. Sometimes I want it to be just like college again."

"So do I." Malcolm agreed. They stayed silent for a moment reminiscing before he spoke up again. "Remember that big frat party we went to?"Magnus nodded.

"You drank so much, I basically lugged you home." Magnus bumped his shoulder laughing at the memory.

"No more getting drunk. I'm too busy doing case studies and hypos."

"Tell me about it! I don't know how we're going to handle it in January when we have school and Morgenstern's internship."

"Mags, c'mon, there's no way you'll get the grades to qualify for one of those spots. You're not smart enough." he said before realizing what had just come out of his mouth. Magnus pushed off the wall and took a step back with a look of disbelief and confusion. "Babe I didn't mean—" he tried to backpedal.

"Am I high on glue or did we not get in the same school?"

"Well, yeah but..."

"But what? We took the same LSATs, we're taking the same classes—"

"I just don't want you to get your hopes up. You know how you get."

"I'll never be good enough for you, will I?" Malcolm didn't answer. Instead he just looked at the ground. Magnus shook his head, and held back tears, as he made his way towards the door. When he had his hand on the knob he heard,

"I give him two more weeks tops." He turned his head over his shoulder to see a drunk Helen throwing money into a hat that Annabelle was holding.

"Two and a half?" Simon stated throwing in a twenty.

"Only if he fucks Morgenstern." Annabelle says with a laugh. Magnus turns around fully.

"What is this?" he questions Annabelle, with a nod to the hat.

"We're betting on how much longer you're going to last." she said coldly.

"What? Why would you do that?"

"Look around Magnus. Do you really think you belong here with all your glitter?"

"Why can't I belong?"

"Because unlike you, we provide some worthwhile value to society." Helen offered up.

"Now hold on," Annabelle stopped her. "the world needs a bimbo. Who else are we supposed to sleep with after we get rich." Magnus had felt like he had been slapped in the face. Everyone bursted out laughing, and all Magnus could do was leave, so he ran out of the party until his feet hurt.