BAZ
I'd thought I'd never be able to fall for someone who wasn't Snow. I've been in love with Simon fucking Snow since we were 12. I should be thanking magic right about now. I don't have to worry about ending the one person I'd ever fallen in love with. Because here I am, sitting in class, and the Minotaur decides it's the perfect time to make an announcement.
"Okay, class. We have a new student who will be joining us today." The Minotaur guesters to the classroom door and my heart stops. (If it was ever beating in the first place.) The first thing I notice is how short he is. Probably as short as Bunce.
The next thing I notice is his posture. First impressions are truly everything. But this new bloke doesn't seem to care. He's got his arms tightly clutching notebooks to his chest, with his shoulders hunched and his head pointed to the ground. He's got a sleek pair of rectangular black glasses on. And then there's his hair. I thought Snow's bronze curls were distacting? This guy's got a mass of blonde fluff on top of his head. It looks as if he brushed it, but it didn't listen to him. I immediately want to touch it.
I know I'm staring, but I tell myself it's okay because everyone else is. And it's true. Everyone in the class has stopped what they were doing to direct their attention at the nervous mess of a bloke before us.
"So, would you like to introduce yourself to the class now?" The Minotaur asks.
"Hi, um. Yeah, I uh, my name's Dylan. I'm from America, and uh, yeah." Wow. How atrocious. He sputters just as bad as Snow. Maybe worse. And yet, it's cute, in a way.
I can feel myself scoff in amusement. Dylan looks up, locking eyes with me. And for the first time in my entire life, I feel myself falter. I may have been comparing him to Snow just a few seconds ago, but this new bloke, Dylan, is nothing like Snow. His stare is intense. Cold. His face is hard-set, as if he hasn't smiled once in the past three years. I feel like hiding.
