Breathless...

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Baz's POV

I skip every class we have today in hopes that Snow will never find me. Never confront me.

Or maybe I'm hoping he'll take me by the collar, slam me against the nearest wall, and plant his mouth on mine. Finally free me. From the aching in my chest, the tears in my eyes, and the distance between me and those hypnotic pink lips.

But of course, I am Baz Pitch. I have a game plan: I'm simply going to hide away in Niall's room, all day long, maybe all my life long. I could even ditch the wars and the Humdrum and the day Simon ends my life. Everything would be perfect. Rats for dinner, breakfast in. . . well. There was the hitch in my otherwise perfect plan.

The next hitch is Niall, the traitor. (He didn't really do anything serious though.) He does act a little suspicious though, when I show up in the morning, still shirtless (because I forgot to grab my shirt when I ran from Snow), and paranoid as ever. He flicks his brown hair out of his face and fixes his tie, while I explain that I just have to stay hidden in his room today.

"Snow, Niall, it's always Snow—he's gone berserk." I said, flopping onto his bed.

"Did you two break up or something?" He raises a brow, while munching on an apple. He notices me staring at it and rolls his eyes, tossing it over.

"Oh, I forgot I told you. . ." I don't exactly finish and choose to occupy my mouth with the sour green Apple instead. I actually did forget. I try remembering when exactly I told him but it all gets a little fuzzy.

And I'm angry and exhausted and I'd rather lose myself in the memory of Simon's lovely blue eyes and his soft morning kisses. So I give up. On remembering when I told Niall—and on myself, since clearly I cannot forget Snow. Not for a fucking second. Not if my life depends on it. Because I depend on him.

Blue eyes.

Bronze curls.

He is my last string to sanity. To reality. And right now he's muffled. We're fucked up—and my entire world falls apart, but this time it isn't coming back together. . . I could cry just thinking about him.

"Baz," Niall says, brown eyes following me, "what happened?" his concern and irritation is evident. Well, I have been haunting his room for almost three weeks. . . .

"Nothing. Nothing at all." I drone mindlessly. I cannot believe I even told Bunce.

"Baz! You're asking to live in my room! And Rhys will kill me if he sees you here. So you better explain at least." His brown eyes are stern. He hasn't spelled them another color yet. Of course I'm lost in strange observations.

"Alright, alright," if I told Snow's best friend, why couldn't I tell mine? "I saw him ki—with Agatha." I still don't wanna say the word. Repeating it only makes it worse for me. "And why would Rhys kill you?"

"Come on, Baz." Niall looks at me rolling his eyes. He must see the confusion on my face, because then he adds, "you scare him shitless." Like it's the most obvious thing in the world. Probably is now that I think about it. I scare the goddamn wraiths in my mansion.

            "Okay Baz, hide away." Niall says rolling his eyes and stepping out of the door. Finally. I'm all alone. Left to my thoughts. That have nothing to do with Snow. I can think about other things, you know. And now I'm talking to myself. In my mind.

              My head is throbbing, as if my thoughts of Snow have turned into sledgehammers and are trying to bang some sense into me. Trying to force me to face him. To fall right back into his arms—cheating or not.

         I hate it. Hate how it wouldn't even matter what he would say if I confronted him. Anything. Just another look into his big blue eyes and I'd melt. I almost did this morning.  "OH FUCKING HELL, BAZ!" And now I'm talking to myself aloud. Wonderful. Fucking perfect.

         My head crashes into Niall's pillowcase and I decide to sleep my insanity (And infinite, boundless love for Snow) off.

Simon's POV

             I want to beat him up. I just might bash his nose crooked. This goddamn vampire takes avoidance to a whole new level, he didn't even show up to any classes! But I am so fucking getting him today.

              Some mage bumps into me in the halls. "Watch it, Simon!" A brown haired boy hisses, picking a book he dropped after crashing into my shoulder. Oh it's just Niall. Wait. . . Niall! He must know where Baz is.

Niall's POV

             Baz is being such a drama queen. I understand he's going through something with The Mage's Heir, but it isn't going to solve itself, now is it?

             And yet, he shows up in my room everyday. Avoiding his. Before this he even brought dandelion wine, but there was no way I was letting him get drunk around me. He's so different when he's drunk, he isn't bored or cold or vicious. Baz becomes loud, and even more sarcastic than usual but he laughs more too. Way more. It's usually quite fun; but sad, drunken Baz. . . Well.

         "Niall!" Someone bumps into me. And I instantly recognize Simon's irritating magick rising—nearly choking me. Just bloody perfect, please feel free to knock me over Simon. I roll my eyes as he glowers at me.

         "What do you want, Simon?" I hiss back.

          "Where is Baz?" He asks, vulnerability creeping between anger. Ah, nervous I see. And desperate for redemption.

          "Figure it out yourself, I'm not telling you where your boyfriend is. Not after you hurt him, and left him like that." But then I think back to how Baz looked like he was on the verge of tears, lying on my bed.

          "Niall please! I have to explain to him that I did not cheat!" Now Simon's begging. Actually. He might even get on his knees soon. And that sounds like something he would do only for Baz.

           "The way he said it, sure sounded like you did cheat. But since he's miserable and won't leave me alone and I am at risk of Rhys killing me. . . Alright, Simon. He's in my room. But you didn't hear it from me." I try mimicking Baz's signature sneer and I'm not sure if it scares Simon or simply creeps him out. It's fun to watch either way. Then he thanks me and grins like he found some hidden treasure. Well, I guess his crazy boyfriend's secret location might be treasure.

              Crowley, Baz is so going to kill me. But if I didn't tell his boyfriend or ex or whatever, it would've either been Rhys or suicide. I can't handle Basilton like this. He can be so extreme when he's angry or sad. I love him, he's my best friend, he's fun to hang around; but he's also kind of scary. And he snaps at everyone when he's in a mood. Otherwise, there's about no one as bitter and yet entertaining.

Simon's POV

Crowley, I never thought Niall would help me. And I cannot fucking believe Baz is hiding in his room, why did I not think of that sooner?! I'm pretty sure I grinned like a maniac and creeped the fuck outta Niall after he told me where he was.

He also tried to copy Baz's signature sneer—But no one is as scary as my vampire. He's so tall he looms over you, and there's something something so dangerous about his narrowed, sharp grey eyes. Niall doesn't have that. Anyway thank Merlin Niall exists.

              And this time I'm not fucking letting Baz escape. I have a flawless plan. But I need Penny's help. I think it's time to confess. . . .