Snow Falling

7: I try to get on Simon's good side, pt. I

Baz

I honestly tried not to make him upset, but he wouldn't even look at me, let alone talk to me. His eyes were always glued to his papers, and the next four classes were busy but quiet. We didn't sit next to each other at all, and I couldn't find a way to get near enough to him to strike up a conversation. Plus, it wouldn't be fitting, as Bunce showed up late for the fifth exam. Obviously, she'd have to make up the four papers and essays she had missed that morning tomorrow afternoon, but I didn't think of her.

I only thought of Simon.

Snow's blonde hair covered the upper half of his face, and from the way of the light, I could see the beginnings of a mustache dotting his upper lip.

I bit my bottom lip, imagining what it would be like to kiss him. The first time I had done it, I had been drunk, so it didn't really count to me. The second time, and the third, was because I didn't want him to know my secret just yet. I'm pretty sure he doesn't remember any of those times.

Then I thought how stupid I sounded, even in my head, and stopped thinking about it. I seemed like Wellbelove, obsessed with boys to no end, and felt ashamed. Is this really what happens when I fall in love?
When I thought about being in love with him, as though hearing my thoughts, Simon looked up from his paper and to the left, where I was staring at him and wringing my hands nervously; I had nothing to do with them, as I had finished the test earlier than even I anticipated.

He flashed me a shy grin that sent my skin on fire as though he had touched me. He was twenty-four and a half feet away from me. I know because I counted it. I had gotten bored one day.

This was the last class of the day, so we would be sent back to the Tower after finishing up. I was determined to make him love me as much as I did him, but that would be a strong affair. And long-winded. To the thought to be extremely pitied, he just didn't think of me that way. I could tell by the way he acted around me. It was like he was trying not to argue with me, as he had done for four years, but he decided that why should it be different?
At the beginning of school year, which was only a month ago, we had been enemies. Why should it have changed?
It was only because I couldn't hide my passion from him any longer, but he was too oblivious to notice it outright, especially because several parts of me wanted him to struggle to figure it out.

That would be torture for the both of us, as he wasn't always that bright, especially when it came to girls. Boys who are in love with him – which are rare, though not unexpected I should say – are even harder to understand.

And Tyrannus Basilton Grimm-Pitch, his once-enemy, seems complicated altogether with him.

I took a sigh, relishing the air in my lungs even though it was stuffy and slightly humid. When the last bell of the day rang, I immediately got up from my seat and dashed out of the door. I felt Simon's eyes on my back as I fled, probably confused.

I had to get ready.

Antony was waiting for me at the beginning of the Steps, the cafe near the CW campus. "Hey, Baz!"

"Sup, Tony." I said, trying to sound cool. He didn't immediately wince, so I thought I succeeded. Antony had reddish-brown hair that wasn't classified as either color. Maybe copper? His eyes were a soft green, and he wore black-rimmed spectacles that made him look like a super-geek. He wore neutral colors, especially in autumn, and today was no exception. "Did you already order?" I asked him. He nodded, jostling his hair slightly. It was covered lightly with an oak-wood hued beanie.

"Sorry. But I'm just waiting for the coffee." He said, smiling softly. "I can wait up for you, if you'd like." He added.

I shook my head. "Nah, it's fine. I'm not going to be here long, then I'm going back to my dorm." I told him.

"Oh, I can meet you there." He said, not getting the message. I sighed, hating to have to spell it out for him, especially so meanly.

"I'm going there to be alone." I said, harshly and without apologizing. His smile faltered and faded, and I immediately hated myself. I always ended up being mean to him one way or another, but he always took it kindly.

Not today.

"Damn, alright." He muttered. "Whatever, Baz."
I watched him walk off for a moment, then his name was called. He collected the coffee, and I saw how his hands trembled ever so slightly. I felt a pang of guilt, knowing that deep down, I was the cause of his nervousness.

I walked up to the counter, and ordered two pumpkin spice lattes. After Antony had left, I felt at ease with myself, waiting for my order to be finished. I had also ordered a few pastries, strawberry and sweet cream cheese danishes, enough to share with one other person, and a few chocolate cake pops with delicate rainbow sprinkles. Despite being more vampire than human at times, I felt a strong hunger that could only really be satiated with the old pleasures of human food.

I was given the cake pops first, and I gnawed at the delicacy, not being able to help myself any longer. The hardness of the crusted outside almost tore away at my fangs, but I was careful not to use them; they were useless right now, except to add an extra hassle.

When the coffee and the fresh danishes were done and my name was called, I got up and fetched them, then went straight to the Tower.

Simon wasn't there yet, so I could easily set it up for a charming little dinner date if I wanted to.

I found that I wanted to.

8: I found out about my two best friends; Is there any way I could unsee that?Simon

I was on my way back to the Tower, after running a few errands for Baz (He had told me to do so before leaving so quickly; I was shocked on why he couldn't do it himself).

I wasn't all that focused, as I was trying to carry five grocery bags via magic, and I needed to concentrate on the spell and also where I was pointing my wand. When I hopped around the corner, not even knowing where I was going, I was so shocked that all five bags, which were very heavy, wobbled in mid-air.

I saw Penelope kissing Agatha passionately, the latter pinned against a wall by the former. I blushed scarlet at the sight, and saw that Agatha's shirt was already disheveled.

I had the strangest thought that if Penelope was any shorter, she'd have to have a step stool to kiss Agatha. The thought alone would've given me mirth, if it wasn't my best friends.

They didn't notice me, until I saw Agatha's eyes open, and then widen. Without hesitating, I backstepped and went the other way, not even bothering to talk to either of them. This was something I did not want to see again.