Let's Not Fight

                                    

                                          
Simon
                          
Baz is one of the last people to leave for break, and I will soon be alone. He's slowly packing his leather trunk while I lie stretched out on my bed, staring at the ceiling and trying not to watch him.
                          
"I have never been an option for Wellbelove," Baz is saying. He looks like it pains him to say these words. That's something new.
                          
"I never thought you were, but I seem to have been wrong. Look, she doesn't want to be with me, so now is your chance to make a move. I won't try to stop you."
                          
"No. You're not listening, Snow. I never wanted to go out with her."
                          
"Why would I believe you? You were always there trying to get between us and push us apart."
                          
"I was just trying to piss you off."
                          
"Wait, so you flirted with her just to hurt me?"
                          
"Yes."
                          
"You never cared about her?"
                          
"No, Snow. She wasn't the one I cared about."
                          
"Is that supposed to make me feel better? Knowing that you never cared about her, that you just wanted to hurt me?"
                          
He rakes his hand through his hair so hard that I think he might pull some of it out. He would probably look just as good without hair. He takes a deep breath and shakes his head, looking like it physically hurts him to be talking to me. He should just leave already so that we can be done with this conversation.
                          
"You still aren't listening to what I'm saying."
                          
I sit up on my bed, frustrated now. "You admitted that you never liked Agatha, and that all you've been trying to do is hurt me. What did I miss?"
                          
"The part where I said that I cared about someone else," he says, closing his trunk and not looking at me.
                          
"Okay, you care about some other girl. How does that change anything?"
                          
He closes his eyes briefly, looking pained, before storming gracefully to the door. "You are the one I care about, you bloody idiot," he says before leaving our room and slamming the door shut behind him.
                          
Baz
                          
I walk quickly down the stairs, trying to get far away from Snow as quickly possible. Did I seriously just admit that I have feelings for him? Why did I do that? I should have just kept my mouth shut and left. But instead, I admitted that I cared about him.
                          
Maybe we can just pretend like this never happened. We'll return from break, and we'll still be enemies on a truce. Then, once he helps me find my mom's killer, things can go back to normal. That is exactly what we'll do. It will be fine. I just have to get out of here right now.
                          
Just before I open the door to step outside Mummers House, I hear loud footsteps behind me and Snow calling my name. I freeze but don't turn around to look at him.
                          
"Baz wait," he says breathlessly. He's right behind me.
                          
"What do you want, Snow?" I ask, still not turning around.
                          
"Turn around," he says.
                          
"Why?" I sneer.
                          
"Because I want you to be looking at me when I tell you what I have to say." His voice is soft and sounds like it might break.
                          
I slowly turn to face him, sneer still in place. "Okay. I'm looking at you, Snow. What do you want?" I expect him to look hurt at the cool tone of my voice, but he doesn't. He does look nervous though.