My heart is pounding in my chest as I drive home. He's been gone for less than a minute and I already miss him. I push the gas pedal a little harder and speed past every stop sign. It's not like anyone's out this late anyway. It still smells like him, like sweet candy. It must be his natural scent because I can't imagine Simon spraying himself with perfume every morning. The thought makes me smile, though. Then I remember what happened and go back to my perpetual frown.

It's not my fault. Although, I probably don't need to be convincing anyone of that. Simon is as beaten as I am. He probably thinks he did something wrong. I reach for my phone and then drop it. It would be cruel to call him after that exchange. And then it suddenly feels like my fault. I didn't ask for this, I just acted upon the ultimatum I was given. It's not my fault. It isn't.

"Basil?" He taps me on the shoulder while I reach into my locker.

"Mmhmm?" I turn and lean against the metal. He has both his lips rolled into his mouth and is staring at me, "Did you need something?"

"I'm just confused, Baz. What you said didn't make any sense," He shakes his head violently, "You insisted we couldn't date, but then said I was threatening to leave you. I googled what an ultimatum was and that's not what I meant," He blushes, "You don't have to be out or whatever. I just want to know you aren't kissing other blokes and- And I need you tell me what the "things" are," He says this all quickly, but I can feel like he has practiced this.

"Why are you so goddamn pushy?" I almost laugh. He squints his eyes, causing little crinkles at the sides.

"That's it?" He glares, "That's all you have to say?"

"What do you want me to say?" I reply. Something between genuine and sarcastic.

"I want you to answer me. Yes or no?" His jaw tightens, like he's readying for a fight.

"I told you what I wanted. I just want it to stay the same," The bell rings, but neither of us move.

"I'm not asking for your firstborn, Baz!" He runs a hand through his hair, "It will still be the same."

"Why do I have to keep repeating myself? You just won't understand," Most of the students dispersed, only a few left lingering.

"You'll never know if you don't tell me," He lifts a finger up and points it in my face. I grab his hand and shove it down.

"You're right," I spit, "But I can still not have anything to do with this," I turn to go, but he places a firm hand against my chest.

"But why?" He whispers softly. My eyes dart around, checking for lingering people, it's clear. He leans in and rests his head on my shoulder, "Why is what you want? Why do you keep pushing me away?" He kisses my neck, nips at the skin with his teeth.

"Simon-" He jerks up and kissing me directly on the mouth. His hands push under my shirt and grip my chest tightly, "Stop," I gasp in between kisses. He does, immediately.

"Bye," Simon winks and walks away. I can feel myself gaping. He's crazy.

SIMON

I don't why I did that. He's just being so unreasonable. Which is so weird for Baz, that I'm beginning to think I'm the unreasonable one. During lunch, he doesn't come sit with Agatha and I.

"Simon, I'm sorry about what happened," Agatha stares intently on the floors she says this, "I was being rude," I reach across the table and rub her shoulder. She smiles solemnly, "Why isn't Baz here?"

"Uhh, I'm not sure," I shrug and smile nervously.

"Did something happen?" She says in a strained voice.

"Nope, nothing," I smile again, my cheeks start to hurt.

"You sure?"

"Yes, of course. Why?"

"Because he's staring you down," She chuckles, "He looks pissed."

"He is not," I shake my head at her.

"I'm literally looking at him right-" Her eyebrows raise and mouth opens slightly. She's looking over my shoulder and she winks, "He's coming."

"What..?" I turn around and see Baz walking towards us. He stands before us and glares at Agatha.

"Would you mind not staring at me as I eat?" His eyes narrow and his face is flushed. He does look pissed.

"Mad that your boyfriend is hanging out with his ex?" She smiles and raises one eyebrow.

His mouth opens, but I cut him off, "We are not dating."

"Oh?" She munches on a carrot, "Is that why he's sitting back with the football players?"

"Where I choose to sit isn't any of your concern," He sneers.

"Fine," She shrugs. He glares at her once more, then leaves.

"Agatha, you horrify me," I push my face into my hands and groan.

"Just trying to help," She replies and I can hear the grin in her voice. I decide to follow Baz. He stops in the hallway when he hears me approaching.

"What is it this time, Snow?"

I frown at him, "Drop the attitude, please?" He glares at me, but doesn't say anything, "Am I just be terribly clingy or something? Are you afraid of commitment? I'm not asking for much, you know. I just- I'm confused on why you're so angry all of a sudden," I say in one breath.

"You're quite pushy and-"

"I'll stop being pushy."

"That was not a good start," He says and I almost laugh.

"Right. Continue."

"This-" He stops and shakes his head, "I'm not with other people."

"Oh."

"Yeah," He looks at me shoes and bites his lip.

"Neither am I," I offer, trying to fit the silence. I take a few steps forward and grab his hand.

"You're so very pushy, Simon," He smiles at me and I fell my face immediately blush.

"I like to get what I want," I lean up and kiss him on the cheek. He pulls my face towards his and kisses me on the lips. He tastes like home.

A/N: Final Chapter! Thanks for reading.