BAZ
Different feelings are fighting each other in my head: anger, fear, lust, and indifference are just a few of them. Sitting here, listening to my own heartbeat, I stare at Snow as he plays with his food.
I cannot deny I almost lost it. Him, on the floor, me, kicking him in his stomach; everything was as of usual and therefore, safe. Until the scent of his blood reached my nostrils. I wouldn't bite him, I don't think; I would kneel next to him and lick the blood trickling from his nose. But who knows what I would do next? His cross still safely on the ground in our room paying no attention to the danger its own master was in.
My head is playing yesterday's night and today's morning on repeat. Not that Snow isn't usually the main subject of my mind, but most of the time, everything is pure imaginary. This. Was. Real. My heart can't slow down, me staring at him probably not helping.
"Man, Agatha is so hot. She is too good for Snow, I tell you." Dev says as if it interests anyone. Just as I'm about to tell him to keep his sick fantasies to himself, Niall chuckles, "Yeah, as if she would want you, you idiot. Snow is at least good looking."
I stop glaring at Snow to glare at Niall instead. 'Snow is mine,' I say in my head. Out loud I say, "What?"
Niall shrugs, "well, you have to agree that they look good together."
My eyes find their table again. They really do look good together. As if they were made for each other. Both stupid, and both so bloody beautiful. As I contemplate Wellbelove with a twinge of jealousy, my eyes wander to Snow again. He looks up and our eyes meet. Not ready for it, I'm not fast enough to look away, and now that he saw me looking, I can't anymore. So I give him the deadliest glare I can manage, still asking "what if" questions in my head.
Maybe the jealousy forces me to speak. "So you have a thing for Wellbelove, Dev?" I ask indifferently as we make our way to Potions class.
"Who doesn't," he answers and sends a disgusting sneer in her direction. Disgusting or not, I must say he isn't bad looking. He could look even better with a little make-over and a little bit of magic. Wellbelove is easy. I dare say she liked me, before I got bored with her, and started to ignore her. Now she sends me not so friendly scowls. But the experience says something about her: she is not happy with Snow, and she wants something more. Something more interesting. Dev would have to do.
"Gentlemen," I smirk, "I have a plan." This gets their attention and they both give me a knowing look.
Professor Warting is going from table to table collecting our homework, "I will rate your potions right away, darlings. For the time being, you can study the next chapter in the books. That would be—let's see—oh yes, chapter 5." She sits down and I occupy myself with explaining my plan to Dev and Niall.
All the ingredients for the "handsome boy" potion in Niall's bag, Dev being too stupid to make it, we leave the class in a good spirit.
"Don't forget Dev," I say. "You have to stay cool and mysterious. The potion is not ultimate, if you act like some kind of desperate stalker, she won't fall for you."
"Okay, I will try. But you know me." He shrugs. "But why are we doing this, Baz? Didn't you already try to get her? If she didn't want you, I have no chance."
"No worries, Dev." I say calmly, "I could have her if I wanted, but I lost interest. She is a bore. And as for the reason, just imagine Snow's jealous face when he sees you with her."
"I will have the potion by tomorrow." Niall joins the conversation after reading the instructions I wrote him. No other words are needed, and by the time the next class starts, we act as if nothing happened.
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Quiet and solitude follow the next few days, as I spend my evenings hunting. Snow doesn't follow me anymore, maybe because every time I meet him outside of our room, I beat the shit out of him. Or maybe he regrets. I hope he doesn't.
Exceedingly bored was not the kind of emotion I thought I would get once Snow lets me in peace. And so today, after thoughtful considering, I enter our room earlier. Once I see Snow sitting on his bed, half naked as usual, the first thing i notice is his missing cross. That's bad. Really, really bad.
"Baz, I-"
"Don't," I cut him off. "Just... don't." I grab my pajamas and go to the bathroom already regretting I didn't go hunting tonight. Once I heard his voice, the events of our night (Crowley, when did I start calling it 'our night'?) started to play in my head again. Get over yourself. I try to be in the bathroom as long as possible, but when I reenter the room, Snow is sitting on his bed with his legs crossed, waiting for me.
"Look Baz, I know what I did was wrong, so—"
"Save your breath, Snow. I'm not going to forgive you, ever. You sick, perverted freak." I tell him calmly, although I know that the sick and perverted one of us is me. After all, I am the one staring at his naked torso right now, imagining. I look away before he notices.
"I wasn't going to apologize. Err—I mean, I know that," he adds as I glare at him. He sighs, "Look, I know how we can be even."
"Hardly", I take the covers over my head, trying to sleep. It's too early, but I didn't get any sleep for a long time.
"I still have some of the potion, Baz."
"You want to force it down my throat again?" I ask irritably.
"What? No! Of course not!" He shouts, then he says coolly: "I will drink it myself."
I stop breathing and my eyes almost fall from my head as I look at him; he is blushing. I would too if I went hunting tonight.
Every part of my body shouts 'yes!', but I have to be reasonable. This is just too dangerous. I can hardly think straight already, this could make me mad. "Are you out of your mind, Snow? Fucking no! That will hardly make us even anyway." I say, still hoping he will ignore my answer and drink the potion anyway.
He does.
Well, I tried.