Chapter 2
Simon looked to Baz.
"What?" Simon asked, carefully walking to his dresser. Baz began to regain his composure through a glare he shot at Simon.
"Look at this mess!"
"It's not that bad."
"It's atrocious. Utterly atrocious," Baz returned as Simon rummaged through his uniforms for an accidentally misplaced tie. Simon rolled his eyes.
"If you think it's that bad just use a spell like every other time!"
"I am not cleaning it this time."
"You know I can't clean this alone!"
"Yes. Yes you can if you just try the slightest bit. I have football practice anyway and if I don't get going I'll be late," Baz said with a sneer as he finished tying his own tie. Simon sat on his bed and pouted, staring at Baz as he moved along the mess. Baz made sure to not look into his eyes. He knew better than to look at Simon's puppy face for too long or he'd do whatever the blond wanted. Those blue eyes that were the color of the sky but sparkled like the sea would almost certainly stare right through him.
"Please Baz! You know if I try a spell it'll just make it worse!" Simon groaned as Baz began tying up his long black hair.
"Then clean it by hand, I don't care. I know you have nothing to do today!"
"How would you even know that?"
"It's Saturday and Bunce is out with her family."
"How do you know that?"
"You left a note about it on the desk," Baz hissed as he slung his football bag over his shoulder. Simon pouted harder.
"Don't you dare leave this room before you tidy it up."
"'Tidy it up'," Simon mimicked, " I'm going to miss breakfast!"
"You can't even get to the door anyways," Baz muttered, pulling out his wand. He quickly cast the same teleportation spell on himself to disappear and reappear by the door.
"Have fun, Snow!" Baz said, pretending to be happily with a smirk. He walked out with the smug look and Simon sighed.
"Well this is going to be awful."