A/N: Poor Baz is in denial….

They were in the soccer field with Professor Pugna, the battle teacher. She was standing only a few feet away, her silver hair (silver hair that reminded Baz of Electra's hair, except it was so short, the hair didn't even reach her shoulders) spiked up like it had been stuck with lightning.

"Alright boys, remember." Pugna glared pointedly in between Baz and Simon. "I don't want any wounds worse than a bloody nose. Your objective is to pin the other to the ground, no more, no less…. You got it?"

Baz loved this teacher. "Yes, ma'am."

"Then fight, I don't have all day!"

Simon lunged and Baz side-stepped out of the way, spinning around and jumping onto Simon's back.

This is too easy, he thought. Snow is so predictable.

Simon did a somersault, crushing Baz and taking him by surprise. Baz let go and coughed, then Simon was standing over him with a triumphant grin and Baz kicked up, hitting him in the chest.

"Oooff!" Simon stumbled and Baz jumped to his feet, barely giving Snow a moment before he was advancing; all the frustration of the past few days going into his attacks. He used vampire speed and strength, hitting Simon just hard enough to bruise him. He could smell a lot of emotions coming off of the blond at once; anger, frustration, awe, slight fear, and… something else that Baz couldn't quite place.

He ducked and swept his leg at Snow's feet. The Mage's air yelped as he fell to the ground and Baz placed a foot on his chest, winning the fight.

"That's enough!" called Professor Pugna. "Well done, Pitch. Now everyone, get back to your rooms, Professor Psych said to wait in your rooms until he was ready for your next class."

"Why?" asked Simon.

Pugna snorted. "Who knows what that crazy old bat's up to. He's a mad man, if you ask me and nothing less! But, sadly, that's not the point. Just run along and get to your rooms, Professor Psych will 'summon' you shortly for Arts of Dark Magicks."

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"Those were some wicked moves you used on Snow, Basilton," Dev laughed as they walked toward his room.

"Yeah." Baz glanced at Simon and Niall, who were walking on his other side. It felt weird to be walking with his cronies and Snow at the same time, Baz was pretty sure that the world was falling out of balance; here comes the apocalypse!

He looked down again and mumbled, "Thanks." Dev deserved some attention, he thought, the kid had been his friend since first year. Nevertheless, Baz felt relieved when they reached his room. Things were a little awkward around them lately.

"Simon!" called Penelope from down the hall. "You ready to study?"

"Right." Simon snapped his fingers for forgetting. "Yeah, I'm coming!"

Without a word, Snow darted down the hall and joined Penelope.

Rule breaker, Baz thought. We're supposed to be waiting in our rooms.

Whatever, the quiet would be nice. Baz said goodbye to Dev and Niall and slipped into his room, the door clicked closed behind him.

Baz flopped down on his bed and grabbed a book from off of his desk, reading wouldn't hurt. He flipped through the pages and let his eyes trail, aimlessly over the words.

Something small fluttered off of his desk and Baz looked up.

A note!

He dropped the book and snatched it off the floor, staring at the folded paper. It smelled new, possibly only sent a few minutes ago…. Baz took a deep breath and opened it.

Thank you.

No…. Baz had ruined everything by telling the truth. Thank you? Why?! He didn't understand—couldn't understand. He grabbed a piece of paper and wrote so fast his pencil almost broke.

Excuse me?!

He sent the note and started biting his nails and lip in excitement. Mystery Person wasn't gone! They were still talking to him, they hadn't left.

Pop!

For telling me, I mean. At first I thought you were a monster and I should just… stop. But I can't, and I saw you fighting Simon Snow earlier, you were amazing. It's who you are, you haven't changed. I'm so sorry for thinking otherwise. I guess this is a lesson, I tried to stop talking to a vampire… but I guess I like you too much.

Baz jumped as a high pitched giggle bounced around the quiet room and he looked up. Realizing he had made the noise, he started to blush.

I like you, too.

He didn't know what else to say. Mystery Person still liked him; they weren't going to shun him like his father had…. They still cared.

Baz closed his eyes and leaned back, a small smile crawling onto his face. He knew that he was smiling like an idiot—like Snow—but he didn't really care. He felt so happy for some reason.

Pop!

But I almost stopped writing to you! How can you forgive me so easily?

Baz grinned and wrote back, You owe me your name.

Pop!

Clever bastard.

Despite knowing that he wasn't going to get Mystery Person's name yet, Baz's smile widened.

Teaser: "They were right," Baz whispered. "I need to eat. I'm not losing a fight ever again."

He shook his head and ran down the hall. He had some hunting to do.