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Chapter 5: Invasion of Personal Bubbles (Date: Part 1)
That stupid sandy blonde git.
I'm going to kill him.
Seriously, he has no chance of life.
He finally comes back after months without writing a single letter! Then, he shows up unannounced and unwanted! And THEN, after I huffed and stomped angrily out of the room, he follows me up into MY room!
Yeah, my room! Without knocking or permission! He just barges into MY room, MY sanctuary and DEMANDS to 'have a word' with me.
I sat on my bed, shooting him daggers as he ran a hand through his stupid blonde hair. Tosser.
"Vick, please talk to me!" he begged, grabbing onto my little hand. I looked at his hand grasped around mine and shook it off, disgusted.
"You don't deserve it," I replied coldly, staring firmly in the opposite direction.
"Don't be like that, Vick," Teddy reasoned, grabbing me by my shoulders and shaking me. I continued to avoid eye contact. "Don't act as if I did something horrible-"
"Don't act as if you did something horrible!?" I snapped back in disbelief and watched as his hazel eyes filled with fear. He immediately let go of my shoulders and sprang off my bed. "You promised you'd write! You promised! I'm sorry that promises mean a lot more to me than they do to you!"
"Vick, you're being such a girl," Teddy muttered irritably, rolling his eyes.
"EXCUSE ME!?" I bellowed at him, causing him to wince. "You crawl your scrawny behind back here after blatantly IGNORING me and expect me to NOT BE UPSET!? ARE YOU THICK!?"
"Honest to God, Vick. You're making this a way bigger deal than it is,” he said dismissively.
"My best friend not wanting to speak to me is a big deal to me," I said harshly.
"Vick, I had other things to do!" Teddy cried indignantly, "You can't expect me to drop everything I do just to send you a couple of letters!"
I looked at him, his eyes fierce and firm. My eyes were burning and my heart, pounding. I refused to let any tears fall. No way in Hell was I giving him the satisfaction. He wouldn’t be the reason why I cried. He wouldn’t be the reason I did anything anymore. He gave up that right when he chose his stupid popularity over his best mate.
"I'm sorry I was such an inconvenience to you as a best mate," I snapped back angrily. Teddy's eyes widened.
"No, Vick, I didn't mean it like-"
"I think you should leave," I said, standing up. I yanked open the door and held it for him.
"Vick, you can't just throw me out of your room. I'm your best friend, you can't just-"
"Ex-best friend," I said my eyes emotionless and cold.
"Vick, you don't mean that!" Teddy pleaded, reaching out to grab my hand.
"I mean it," I stated firmly and watched as Teddy's face fell, "You made your choice. Now get out."
And with that, I successfully flushed 10 years of being best friends down the toilet.
Better luck next time.
... This is going to be a long day...
"Oh, Vick! You look beautiful!" Kristen said happily, clapping her hands over her heart as she smiled proudly at me.
Seriously, Kristen is made to be a mother.
"I look like a fucking clown," I moaned irritably, rubbing my eyes with the heel of my hands.
"You'll smudge the mascara!" Emily exclaimed horrified as I gave her a look of disdain. Her eyes widened alarmingly, "It just took us so much work!"
"Ugh," I groaned, "And why the fuck am I wearing a dress?"
"Because you look cute!" Kristen exclaimed joyously.
"I look like an idiot,” I snapped back, eyeing myself critically in the mirror.
I full heartedly agreed with my comment. My hair was straightened with numerous charms, which was a nice break from the rat’s nest I like to call my hair (this was the only part of my appearance that I liked). My face was caked on with makeup which made me look like a circus clown (I hate clowns). Seriously, the mascara made my eyelashes so long I could feel them on my eyebrows. I was wearing black stripper heels and was wearing one of Lindsay’s blue dresses that fucking frilled at the bottom.
I looked at myself in disdain.
Aw, hells to the no.
“I’m sorry?” Kristen asked confused as I walked purposefully over to the bathroom, not even bothering to snatch clothes out of my trunk.
“I am not leaving this room looking like this,” I said firmly as I locked the door magically, ignoring the banging on the other side of the door.
“VICK! LET US IN!”
“Fat chance!” I hollered back. “You are never coming near me again.”
I started pulling off the dress (ripping it in the process, whoops). I whipped the heels off my feet. Standing in my black lacy knickers (that is a very long story, that involved my mother and a shopping trip I really don’t want to talk about), I glared at my reflection critically and came to a conclusion.
This clown makeup has got to go.
I turned on the water. Lindsay started howling from the dorm room.
“VICTOIRE! You get you skinny arse out here now! I will not let you ruin all our hard work because you can’t tell what looks good!”
I scooped up the water in my hands and splashed it on my face. With satisfaction, I watched as the eye shadow, eyeliner, mascara and whatever other shit was on my face. It bled down my face and dripped into the white sink. It spread like spider webs as it splashed into the water. It looked like my face was melting.
“THAT BETTER NOT BE THE SOUND OF YOU WASHING OFF OUR MAKEUP!”
“WHOOPS!” I screamed back.
Lindsay screamed like a banshee.
I took a white towel and smeared the remaining makeup off of my face, successfully staining the towel beyond repair. I analyzed myself in the mirror again. Most of the horrendous makeup was off my face, however the black eyeliner had smudged all over my eyes.
Definitely an improvement, I concluded. Granted, I still looked like a raccoon, but that, in my books, is an upgrade from a clown.
Pleased with myself, I strutted out of the bathroom to face my three horrified friends.
“What. Have. You. Done?” Lindsay demanded as I stood there smiling innocently.
“Personally, I think it’s an improvement,” I said brightly and walked over to my trunk, looking for clothes. I found a pair of dark jeans that surprising had no holes in them and a large, orange Canons sweater that definitely belonged to dad.
I hopped into my jeans, pulled my sweater on and grabbed a pair of boots. I grinned at the furious girls.
I have such lovely friends.
“You are not leaving looking like that,” Emily commanded. Kristen, Emily and Lindsay pulled out their wands and had them pointed threateningly at me. I looked down at their attire and grinned.
“Well if you plan to go to ‘follow us’ in Hogsmeade, you better stop worrying about what I’m wearing and get out of your jammies,” I said with a wink. The three girls simultaneously looked down and realized they had yet to get changed. They bolted around the room grabbing clothes and makeup. I cackled to myself as I skipped out of my dorm room, listening to the curses of my delightful friends.
I leaned casually against the stone wall and looked up to check the clock for the billionth time.
The fucking wanker would be late.
I give him one chance (mind you, this is a trap) and he’s late.
That bloke is the biggest prick on the planet.
Then again, my ‘friends’ are supposed to be here too but they’re too busy taking hours to get changed. I guess I have to handle this ‘seducing’ business on my own. Yeah, that’s going to go well. It most definitely is going to end in screaming and broken bones...
On Lupin’s part at least.
Oh speak of the Devil.
I turned around lazily to see Lupin strutting down the stairs. He was wearing a pair a jeans and a blue cashmere sweater that made him look like a model. His hair was effortlessly windswept that framed his perfectly and brought out his strong features. He looked as if he just stepped off the runway. Actually, he looked like he was still on the runway.
Long story short, he looked like a million galleons. I looked like I had just stepped out of a horror movie.
“What’s up, Weasley?” he asked ‘charmingly’.
I snorted (very ladylike). “Well,” I started, my voice dripping of distaste, “I decide to give the biggest man whore a chance at a date and he’s fucking late. I’m thinking that this is the last chance he will ever get. How about you? How are you this fine morning?”
Lupin didn’t even flinch. He grinned effortlessly and walked up to me, placing a hand on the wall beside my head. He looked me up and down. He was nearly undressing me with his eyes. I could feel his breath tickle my ear every time he breathed out his vile essence.
Dude, personal bubble is definitely getting invaded.
“Sorry, love,” he said confidently and looked into my eyes, “I slept in dreaming about you.” Then he winked suggestively, taking another moment to look at the bare skin where my sweater had fallen off my shoulder and my black lacy bra strap was showing. I gulped feeling oddly self-conscious and quite violated. Lupin didn’t seem to notice. He raised a calloused hand to stroke my skin.
Yeah, that’s normal.
Seriously, what appeal does this wanker have?
He raised his eyes to mine and inched towards me.
Then I promptly punched him in the gut.
His eyes widened in surprise and he doubled over.
That got him out of my bubble.
Lupin groaned and fell down onto the floor. I sighed irritably as a gaggle of annoying fan girls walked past us, whispering and pointing. They were probably planning my death.
Stupid obsessed hormone driven girls.
“Buzz off,” I snapped and they scattered.
Haha, sweet. I’m feared.
I looked down at Lupin’s whimpering form and poked him with my foot.
“Get up. We’re going to Hogsmeade.”
TEDDY R. LUPIN
The girl I’m going on a date with a girl who abuses me on a daily basis.
And I’m not even mad.
Is it weird that I find her feistiness oddly attractive?
“Lupin, if you try to hold my hand one more time, I’m going to cut off all of your fingers and feed them to you.”
I gulped and snatched my hand away from harm. Vick gave me a look of disdain. “Honestly, have you heard of a personal bubble?” she snapped at me as I tried to reach my arm across her shoulders.
“I have and I rather enjoy your personal bubble,” I quipped, winking at her.
She shrieked causing the students walking to Hogsmeade to stop and look interestedly at us. I clapped my hands firmly over my ears. “Stop trying to make a move on me!”
“Sorry, I just-“
“If you finish that with another fucking pickup line, I swear to Merlin, I am leaving now,” she threatened seriously, glaring at me purposefully. I grinned a little sheepishly.
I couldn’t really help it. She looked so damn good in her tight jeans and her oversized sweater. I could only imagine what she’d look like in my clothes...
Easy there, big guy.
I shook my head from my hormonal thoughts. “Sorry, I sometimes forget that not all girls like that.”
She rolled her pretty icy blue eyes. “Those girls were only flattered by your stupid compliments.”
I looked at her curiously. “And you’re not?”
She stopped walking and returned my look. She raised her eyebrows and answered, “No.”
“Really?” I asked interestedly as she continued to stare at me. “Why not?”
She shrugged her shoulders dismissively. “I know you don’t mean it.”
“When it comes to girls, nothing means anything to you,” she said coolly and turned around, continuing to walk towards Hogsmeade.
I jogged to catch up with her then opened my mouth to retort. She resumed talking without even waiting for me to start my sentence. “Do you think that this is all a game?”
“You fuck around with girls as much as you please, then ditch them for your next challenge. Do you get a kick out of it? Is it fun for you?” she spat harshly, refusing to look at me.
“Vick, I-“ I started stunned.
“Don’t call me Vick,” she hissed. “Never call me Vick.”
“You are not a game to me,” I pressed seriously, grabbing her hand just to have her shake it off. She stopped walking, but still wasn’t looking at me.
“Look Lupin, I may have said yes, but don’t expect anything out of this,” she said quietly, closing her eyes. “You’re still a heartless, stupid, spoiled boy who doesn’t care about anybody’s feelings except his own.”
I had a sinking feeling that this wasn’t just about the girls.
“Vick, I’m serious,” I said firmly, grabbing her by her shoulders. Vick pointedly looked away from my face. “I’ve always cared about you. Even when I-“
“I don’t believe any of your bull shit lies,” she retorted bitterly before I could even finish my sentence.
“Victoire, I’m not lying to you,” I said earnestly, trying to get her to look at me. She faced me slowly, her eyes fixated somewhere behind me. “Victoire, I really do-“
“Honestly, Teddy, I don’t care for any of your excuses,” she grumbled, striding away from me.
I watched sadly as she hurried away from me.
UGH! She is so frustrating! How the Hell am I supposed to tell what she’s thinking!? She goes on about the girls I’ve dated (which she really knows nothing about).Then she storms away from me as if it’s my fault!? UGH! I hate women.
Wait... Did she just call me Teddy?
... Score for Teddy.
“I’m sorry, Weasley, I really am!” I pleaded as Vick strode away from me.
“Yeah?” she asked uninterestedly, “For what exactly?”
“I- for whatever you’re mad at me for,” I tried helplessly.
She snorted, “Yeah, you sure learned your lesson.”
“You are ridiculous,” I huffed exasperatedly as I stopped in the middle of the busy Hogsmeade street.
“I’m ridiculous?” she exclaimed, gaping at me. “You’re the one who asked me out just to get a shag! Well sorry, bud! I am not that easy!”
I ran a hand through my hair and groaned as the students turned around to stare at us. I quietly walked up to her. “Let’s not do this here,” I muttered and her eyebrows disappeared into her hair.
“Oh is this too embarrassing for too-cool-for-school-Lupin!” she yelled. Then she looked at all the people watching our spectacle as if this was some amusing television program. “Did you hear that everyone!? This bloke right here is too embarrassed of his date to talk in public!”
I pulled her forcefully towards an alley to prevent further embarrassment for the both of us.
“Don’t touch me!” she hissed, trying to shake my hand off her arm.
I ignored her and continued to pull her. Vick wasn’t having any of it. She shrieked, whacking my arm that was dragging her, screaming bloody murder.
“Help! Help! THIS BLOODY PSYCHOPATH IS TRYING TO ABDUCT ME!” she howled, getting the attention of many more people. I grinned at them as Vick continued to thrash around. I pulled her little body over my shoulder despite her tantrum.
“Sorry! My girlfriend had a bit too much to drink!” I lied easily over Vick’s screams.
“I AM NOT YOUR BLOODY GIRLFRIEND!”
“Of course you’re not, love.”
“AND I AM NOT YOUR LOVE, LUPIN! LET ME GO!”
I dropped her off my shoulder, still holding her sides. I let go over her and pushed her against the side of the Three Broomsticks. She opened her mouth to scream again but I covered it with my hand. I made sure that her mouth was firmly closed so that she couldn’t bite me. Her eyes narrowed mutinously at me.
“I’ll take my hand off if you promise to stop screaming,” I bargained then noticed the evil look in her eye. “If you start screaming, I’m going to snog you so hard, right now, you won’t even remember your name.”
... I think I just sexually threatened her.
Her eyes widened and she nodded, terrified. I took my hand off her mouth. She seemed to contemplate dashing away but realized that she would never get past me.
“Are you ready to talk quietly?” I asked in a hushed whisper, my hands on either side of her head. She bit her bottom lip nervously. I had the strongest desire to snog her senseless right and have my way with her now...
Bad thoughts, Teddy, bad thoughts.
She glared at me and nodded slowly.
“Good,” I said satisfied and grinned at her.
“Tell me the real reason you asked me out,” Vick demanded, crossing her arms over her chest.
“Why did you ask me out?” she clarified, giving me a stony expression.
Because I think I love you?
Yeah, that’d bode well.
“Well, because you’re fit,” I said indifferently, shrugging my shoulders.
Damn. I am a good actor.
Seriously, I should get an award.
She snorted and pushed me away from her with her hands. “Right.”
“Not a good enough reason for you?”
“No,” she snapped, “I want the real reason.”
“What do you mean the real reason?” I snapped back.
“You haven’t so much as looked at me for years, and now you’re determined to ask me out? What gives?”
“Merlin, why do you care so much?” I hissed at her.
“I just want an answer!” she yelled exasperatedly. “Why did you ask me out?”
“Why’d you say yes?” I retorted, not really wanting to answer that question.
“Don’t change the subject,” she growled.
“I’ll answer when you do,” I retorted defiantly.
“I was curious,” she answered simply.
Now it was my turn to snort. “Right.”
“I was curious,” she repeated, staring challengingly back at me.
“’Curiosity killed the cat’,” I quoted. “That can’t be why you said yes.”
“Why do you think I said yes?”
“Natty thinks you’re planning something,” I slipped out without thinking. Vick seemed to pale a little then shook her head.
“Nathaniel doesn’t know what he’s talking about.”
“So you’re telling me, you said yes because you were curious?”
“Yes, you fucking prick,” she snapped, “Why else would I say it?”
“Chill, Vick,” I sighed, “Merlin, you are hormonal.”
“You sure know how to charm a girl,” Vick said, her voice dripping of sarcasm. “It’s amazing how you got all of those girls into bed with you.”
“It’s because I’m so damn sexy,” I said grinning at her. She mimed vomiting.
Our love together is a beautiful thing.
“You could be one of those girls,” I said winking at her. Before I had a chance to make another move on her, she dashed away from me screaming at the top of her lungs.
“HELP! HELP! THIS PSYCHOPATH IS TRYING TO ABDUCT ME!”
Well, this date ought to be fun.
A/N: Wooo hoooot! I personally like this chapter :) I really should've read it over a few times, but MEH. The next chapter is almost done! I'm working on an Al/OC story called Hopeless too! Would you rather like another chapter of STRL or the first chapter of Hopeless?
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