my chosen one

chapter two

Baz's POV

I walk through the door of my shared room with Snow. It's our last year at Watford and everyone's expecting us to kill each other. Yet no one knows that Snow and I rarely speak to each other when we are in the same room. We go about our day as if the other one doesn't exist.

I'm the first one back from summer vacation, ( god bless ) so I take my time organizing everything back into it's right place. Unlike Snow, I keep my side of the room very clean and organized.

His side of the room always smells like cherry scones, probably because it's the only thing he eats.

I decided to take a shower since he hasn't arrived yet. I take off my black t-shirt and neatly fold it into my wooden drawer next to my desk. Next, I swiftly take off my jeans and fold everything and put it back in the drawer.

Half way through my shower I hear the door swing open and then swing shut. I silently groan to myself. Suddenly an idea pops into my head. I quickly get out of the shower and wrap a tower around my waist. I flip my hair over so that some of it falls on my face. ( I know Snow just loves my hair like that ) I walk out half naked and see Snow slowly unpacking. He turns around as I see both of his cheeks turn cherry red. He opens his mouth but nothing comes out.

I walk over to him and whisper in his ear, "Like what you see, Snow?" He quickly snaps himself out of his trance and snaps his head back to the direction of his suitcase. I let out a chuckle and get back to drying myself off.

By the time I'm done Snow is finished unpacking. I look down at his wrist and see that he also wrapped up his names. I question whether or not to ask him about it or not. I decide not to.

"B-baz.. can I ask you something?" Snow mumbles nervously. I roll my eyes and nod.
"Whose names appeared on your wrists?" he asks. Why would Snow be interested about my names, unless he knows.
"Like I'm going to tell you," I spit. He looks hurt by my response and tugs at his sleeve. He has seemed a little off since he got back from summer vacation.

"Forget that I asked," he says in a hurt tone. The whole atmosphere changes and I feel as if sadness is consuming me. There's no way I could be feeling like this, unless my name is written on Snows wrist.