Chapter 2
Baz
I went back to Watford after 3 days even though I didn't fully recover. But the idea of giving away your rank in class to someone else didn't sit well with me.
I entered my English class looking all smug. I had to make a good impression and give them what they expected of Baz Pitch. Sure enough, all of them stopped listening to the teacher and gaped at me like fishes. Agatha Wellbelove actually stood up. I looked over at her and smirked coolly which made her blush. I'm not really into her. She thinks otherwise. Whatever.
I realized I made a mistake by coming back. I got tired as heck after the day was over. So I decided to go back to my room and get a good rest. I had to get there before Snow or else I'd have to asnwer all his questions related to my whereabouts for the past two months. Also, trying not tolook at him is an exhausting endeavor so I decided hurrying up is a good idea.
Standing in the corridor I didn't hear any voice coming from my room so I rushed inside to finish up and get to bed. Unfortunately (or maybe fortunately?), in my attempt to rush inside I fell on top of you-know-who.
Way to go Baz Pitch I thought, so much for avoiding him.
I sneered. Because I was way too tired to see this idiot. Because I hated him. Because I hated what the sight of him did to me.
He must have been as surprised as me because he had his eyes closed and when he did open those beautiful blue eyes, he scowled at me. I could have punched or kissed that scowl right off his face but chose neither.
"Why Snow, I was hoping for a better reception since you obviously missed my presence for the past two months," I said looking down at him. My black hair fell on his face. That's how close we were.
"Where were you, Baz?" he asks looking suspiciously at me.
I glare daggers at him and get up. Any more seconds wasted in this position, I will end up doing something we both will regret. "None of your business."
"You don't have to tell me. I already know you were busy plotting my downfall. Just so you know, I'm not letting you out of my sight."
I shrug as in to say I don't care and head into the bathroom.
Agatha
I finally work up the courage to talk to Baz. In my English class I deliberately go and sit next to him. He might have flinched but I pretended not to notice.
"Hey Baz," I start with a flirty smile, "haven't talked to you in a long time. How are you?"
"Fine"
"Great, I was hoping we could talk about what happened in the wo-"
"Agatha-" he cut in, "look… there's nothing to talk about."
"But I want us to be friends and maybe even more…"
"We're already friends," he said the word 'friends' like he was talking about vomit.
"But – but you don't understand. I'm not with Simon anymore-"
He started to look tired with the conversation. "You guys should work that out yourselves," he said as he got up walked towards the first bench. Before I could go behind him, our teacher came in.
I pouted angrily for the rest of the class.
Simon
Its been months since I've been summoned by the Humdrum (why in hell would the most evil wizard of all time name himself like one of the characters from My Little Pony?). And I'm not even a teeny bit near to defeating him than I was last time. I decided to ponder this over with Penny. Right now I'll focus on my oncoming exams.
I sat alone in the library since Penny was busy tutoring some first years.
After I was done studying all that shit about gross magickal creatures, I started to head out of the library. That's when I saw him.
Baz.
In the restricted section of the library.
A/N: Hey! So I'm gonna upload a little slowly since homework and exams and all *snorts at self*.
But I really would appreciate it if you guys could review or criticize my writing or whatever. I know I write shit, but it would be better to get confirmation on that from y'all. *kicks myself*
OKAY UNTIL NEXT CHAPTER. BYE!