5

BAZ

I don't expect to Simon at school the next day, but he's there. He leans over his lunch, shuddering with Agatha sits beside him. Both their eyes and red and puffy. I break all the rules and sit across from Simon. Agatha raises her eyebrows at me, "Can you just leave us alone?" She sighs. Simon looks up and notices me. His eyes show the faintest bit of something good.

"No, I want him to stay," Simon taps my foot lightly under the table and I smile at him.

"Is your head okay?" I ask casually.

"Yeah, yeah. I think," He touches the stitches lightly.

"So your dad..." I trail off, not knowing what I should say.

"You met his dad?" Agatha furrows her brows.

"Yeah, his dad texted me for some reason," I shrug. Simon hits my foot with his again with a small smile on his face.

"Weird," She shakes her head.

"He was just grouchy last night," Simon explains. I nod, but I don't believe. Grouchy and and being a complete asshole to his son are two different things.

"I've never even met your dad," Agatha looks at Simon weirdly.

"It wasn't on purpose, Ags," Simon tries to explain.

"Still. I was your girlfriend for two years. If anyone should-"

"Shut up. Not now," I cut her off. She glares at me and her face goes red.

"You aren't even friends with Simon. Why are you here? You're an asshole, Baz, just go," She points a finger at me with her eyes narrowed.

"Why are you being such a bitch, Agatha?" Simon says under his breath, venom dripping off his voice.

"Was HE the one, Simon?" Agatha looks at me like with disgust.

"The what...?" Simon looks confused and I see where this is going.

"The one you kissed," Simon's face goes red and I know she's going to figure out.

"Wait, Simon kissed someone else? Did you two break up?" I try to fake surprise, raising my eyes brows and opening my mouth slightly.

"Was it Baz?" She ignores me and stares at Simon.

"No, of course not," Simon gulps.

"It was," She says with finality, "I guess that explains a lot."

"It wasn't me," I tell Agatha, "I don't even know what you're talking about."

"Sure. I know that you're gay, Baz. I saw you with some guy once. It's no secret," She shrugs, but I can tell she's not trying to be casual.

"You don't know anything," Simon huffs.

"I know some. And I know that you kissed Baz. And that I'm going to tell everyone," She smirks at me, a challenge glinting in her eyes.

"Why would you do that?" Simon looks devastated. It takes a lot not to reach out for his hand.

"To show everyone what a cheater you are," Agatha says.

"You really are a bitch," I say in monotone, "You're best friend dies and in her memory you want to hurt the only person who actually likes you for who you are. A person who she loved. Penelope would hate you," Simon's eyes widen and Agatha inhales sharply.

"You didn't even know Penelope," She waves her finger at me.

"I knew enough."

"Fuck you, Basil," She pulls her bag onto her shoulder, "You just made your boyfriend lose his only friend," She walks away before either of us can reply.

"She's not my only friend. And she's gonna to come back. She's just grieving," Simon knocks against my legs another time. Still smiling even after that conversation.

"You're crazy," I let myself smile too.

"I know."