Blood from his split lip stains my fist. Bay doesn’t seem to react, doesn’t protect himself, doesn’t lose his smirk.
"Maybe you’re not as unique as you think, Snowball?"
The smell of whatever he’s vaping coils into my nose, the color of the smoke is a vivid, poisonous green. The sound it makes is a high-pitched screech, like someone scraping a thin knife across glass.
"Because you can’t have Alex, you’re filled with burning jealousy… and rage," I say.
Bay slowly wipes his mouth, then takes another draw from his e-cig and only then pushes my hands off him.
"You don’t know anything about me. You know everything about everyone else, but about me… nothing. Zero."
He taps his temple with his fingers, the end of his vape glints in the dim light, and the pale blue shade of it hums a drunken song for me.
Or maybe it’s Bay humming it?
In fact, he is.
His beautiful bass voice echoes in the quiet night, gleaming sapphire in the air.
Oh the weather outside is frightful,
but the fire is so delightful.
And since we’ve no place to go,
Let It Snow! Let It Snow! Let It Snow!
He grabs my waist with his arm, then my free hand, and pretends to sway us into a dance. For some silly reason, I let him.
It doesn’t show signs of stopping,
And I’ve brought some corn for popping.
The lights are turned way down low,
Let It Snow! Let It Snow! Let It Snow!
His eyes gleam like basalt, and on his lips I see the thin cut my fist has made.
When we finally kiss goodnight,
How I’ll hate going out in the storm!
But if you’ll really hold me tight,
All the way home I’ll be warm.
And suddenly he leans in, pressing his lips to mine! The taste of blood is metallic and sour.
But for some mischievous reason, I don’t fight it. I’m not going to be spooked by him. So I let him kiss me for a few seconds, his tongue dancing over mine. Then he pulls back, grins widely, showing his canines in a devilish way, and keeps singing,
The fire is slowly dying,
and, my dear, we’re still good-bying.
As long as you love me so,
Let It Snow! Let It Snow! Let It Snow!
