Simon-

I wake up and shake my head, raising a hand to my face. I can't believe that just happened. I feel the blush already rushing to my face. A wave of heat crashes over me. I get so hot I have to throw off the comforter.

I had a dream about Baz, which isn't too unusual, but this dream was unusual in every meaning of the word. Normally I'm fighting him or something like that, not bloody kissing him!

Baz is my enemy, my arch nemesis since the minute I met him, let alone a bloke! I burry my head in my hands, what the heck is going on with me. The strangest part about my dream though, is that I don't feel repulsed by it. I feel oddly giddy and I can't get the butterflies in my stomach to settle down.

I close my eyes and think back to the dream...

The night is dark and quiet and once again Baz and I are arguing in Mummers House. The windows are open, letting in cool air. Baz's pale complexion practically glows in the moonlight. Our argument turns ferocious and I begin to cry. Baz has backed away from me. He looks like a caged animal. His normal sneer gone and his eyes brimming with tears.

I immediately feel guilty that I made Baz feel so horrible and I don't know why. He deserves every bit of it. No he doesn't, another part of me whines. Baz looks so frustrated that he lets himself get emotional. His face turns into the typical sneer I'm used to, as he tucks away his feelings.

He glares at me one more time before he turns away. "Baz?" I croak. He stops but doesn't turn. He straightens up and stiffens. I walk towards him and place a hand on his shoulder, "I don't want to hurt you."

He turns around and wraps his arms around my neck, kissing me. I don't hesitate in kissing him back. He pulls away slightly to say, "I know." before I cover his mouth with my own.

I shudder at the memory. Crowley Snow get it together.

Baz-

Snow hasn't looked at me all day. In every class I'm in, he averts his eyes and focuses on the lesson for once in his life. I'm used to the usual glare from across the class or eyes boring into my neck but today I get nothing. And it makes me feel hollow.

All day is constant torture as he ignores me. He even blows off Bunce, who looks at me angrily, her eyebrow raised. I just shrug in return, throwing in a smirk just to spite her. 

She stalks off after Simon, who left without her. Agatha stays glued in her chair, growling at her feet. What's with her?

I head back up to Mummers. I just bloody hope Simon's not up there. I take the stairs slowly and stand outside the door for a few minutes before I open it. I don't hear anything so I open the door.

Simon's sitting on the window sill, dangerously close to the edge. He doesn't look at me when I walk in. I'm starting to get annoyed now. How does bloody Snow have such an affect on me?!

"Okay Snow," I growl, dropping my bag on my bed, "What the bloody hell is wrong?" He turns back to me and I finally see his eyes.

"Leave me alone Baz," he growls back, equally as ticked off.

I scowl at him, "If you're going to go around pouting and moping all day someone's bound to notice."

His eyes narrow, "And why should you? You couldn't care less about me!"

I scowl at him, I want to confirm what he said to hurt him, but I can't. I just can't. But, I can't deny it either.

I turn away frustrated and stalk to my bed. See Baz, this is why you can't fall in love. But I am, so very much in love with Simon Oliver Snow.

A/N: Sorry it took so long, I forgot that I had a draft of this chapter up already. Thanks for reading! I'm really hoping to update this one more often!!!