I was not expecting Simon Snow to come crashing into our room as loud as he could. But he did. Because he's the bloody Chosen One and apparently he still is an actual human being. I have a hard time remembering this fact sometimes. He seems invincible some times.

Snow stomped into our room and slammed the door. I jumped and let out a small squeal from my spot on the bed. I cursed and glared at him and he scowled back at me.

"Did you have fun kissing your pretty little girlfriend?" I sneered.

His scowl dropped and his face held only sadness. I knew I'd hit a nerve and immediately regretted saying anything.

"I couldn't kiss her," Simon admitted sadly, "So she broke up with me."

"You couldn't kiss her?" I asked, sounding harsher than I meant to.

I saw tears start to pool in his eyes. This was the first time he'd ever been genuinely sad about something and I didn't know what to do. I didn't know whether to kiss him or punch him. (But then again, that was my constant problem.) (For the record, I would rather kiss him.)

When I didn't respond, he collapsed onto his bed and started sobbing. His face got red and blotchy, his nose was runny, and his hair was a complete mess. Guilt overtook me as I realized this was all my fault.

"Snow?" I asked cautiously. I sat up and moved to the edge of my bed.

He let out a gut-wrenching cry and I winced as my heart was ripped out of my body.

I inched slowly over to his bed and sat down next to him. I placed a cool hand on his warm shoulder. He was extremely tense. I shifted slightly and started gently massaging his shoulders. He let out a shuttering breath and his sobbing came to an abrupt halt.

"Listen, Snow. I'm sorry about what happened with her. I really am, but...if she doesn't want you, she doesn't deserve you."

I attempted to soothe him using words. But I was no good at comforting people.

"I just...I don't understand. Why are you helping me? Is this all part of your amazing plan to bloody kill me?" He asked.

My heart started to rip itself in two. I pulled my hands away from Simon and I got off of his bed. He opened his eyes to look at me.

"Is that really what you think of me? That I want to kill you?" I whimpered.

"Well, you did try to kill me with the chimera, and once you pushed me down the stairs. I still have a scar from that."

My stomach dropped, "You...you have a scar because of me?"

He nodded hesitantly and pushed himself into a sitting position.

"Yeah, it's on my side."

I had hurt him. Permanently. He's would always remember that I hurt him because the proof was always going to be on him. Always.

I dropped to my knees.

"I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry. I didn't think...I'm sorry." I repeated it over and over.

I am a monster. Simon Snow is bloody beautiful and I'm horrible. Horrible. Horrible. Horrible.

I pressed my eyes shut and clenched my hands into fists. I was about to start crying when I hear his footsteps walk towards me. I expect him to kick me or punch me, but he doesn't.

He sits down next to me and lays me down on the floor putting my head in his lap. He starts rubbing circles in my stomach and I let out a strangled sigh of pleasure.

It felt so good. He started running a hand through my hair and I almost cry. It feels like heaven. I guess that would make Simon Snow an angel.

"Baz, can you look at me for a minute? Please?" He asks.

I hesitantly open my eyes. He doesn't stop running a hand through my hair or rubbing my stomach.

"You aren't a monster, Baz."

I open my mouth to object but he cuts me off.

"I know you're a vampire. I have for a while. But you aren't a monster. I promise."

Then before I could think about it at all, I was sitting up and kissing him. He wasn't kissing back.

He isn't kissing back!

I pulled away and scrambled to my feet, pressing myself up against the closest wall. I squeezed my eyes shut and my breathing started speeding up. The room started spinning. I felt nauseous. I was shaking with fear.

I was having a panic attack.

I couldn't focus on anything. Everything was jumbled.

Until Simon Snow came up to me. He started rubbing my stomach some more and continued running a hand through my hair. I involuntarily leaned forward a bit and he held me steady in his grasp.

"Baz, it's okay. Calm down. It's okay. I'm sorry that I didn't kiss back, I was just surprised. I liked it."

Then we were kissing. He pressed his lips to mine and for a moment the entire world stopped. It was like nothing could hurt us. Nothing could get through us. My knees went completely numb but he held onto me, keeping me upright. When we finally pulled away, we were both breathing heavily.

"Si-Simon, I l-love you." I choked out nervously.

Simon smiled, "I love you, too."