Chapter 10 : Unbelievable [Part I]
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I looked up from my book (Hogwarts; A History), and raised an eyebrow at him.
Now, normally, if he questioned me about my sanity, I would come up with some witty response. But, I was in such a good mood I decided not to be so... mean. Besides, I kind of wondered about my own sanity sometimes.
“What do you mean, James?” I asked, even though I knew exactly what he meant. I decided to humor him.
He blinked, as if taken by surprise by my polite, blissfulness. “What do I — what’s wrong with you?” he demanded, looking at me as if I was crazy. I’ll admit, maybe I was, but I was crazy in like. “You went on a date with Freddie! My cousin — Roxanne's brother!” he exclaimed. “And don’t even try to say that you and your sister weren’t spying on me and Cassidy —”
I hissed at the sound of her name. “We weren’t spying on you.” I snapped coldly, my good mood evaporating, and turned back to my book. But the words scrawled out across the pale yellowing parchment pages were lost.
Cassidy Wacker... I don’t even know what he sees in her. She’s nothing special. She’s just an awful little sleeze with no life of her own and she has to go and ruin everyone else’s life just to make herself feel better...
I hate her so much...
“Besides, why would I even care about what you and Wacker do?” I muttered acidly.
The choked out, hysteric little laugh that I somehow managed to choke out didn’t sound a thing like me — in fact, it almost frightened me. But I stayed calm and looked at him as if he were insane. “Me? Jealous of you and Cassidy Wacker? I’m sorry. You must have me confused for one of your obsessed fan girls. I wouldn’t be jealous if you paid me a billion galleons to be!” I said with a snort before turning back to my book.
How dare he think something like that? Why in the name of bloody Merlin would I be jealous? That was the most ridiculous assumption I’d ever heard!
But, if that was true... then why did I care so much about him and... Wacker?
You’re not jealous! I told myself firmly. You just pity Andrea for liking a prat who cheated on her!
Whoa, emotional much?
“Whoa, Carlyle!” James said, backing away and holding his hands up in surrender.
I could stop myself. I was so... so... angry! He hurt my sister — and my sister went as far as setting up a bloody fake date just to make him jealous, but he spent the entire time playing tonsil hockey with Hogwarts’ biggest slut of the millennium! “I can’t believe you!” I burst, standing up from my seat and wiping away at the angry tears spilling down my cheeks. “I don’t know what Andrea sees in you. I wish she listened to me...” by now I was mumbling to myself. “You don’t deserve someone like her,” I mumbled. “You’re so arrogant! Not to mention, you think almost all the girls here have to flipping worship you...” I mumbled.
“Now wait a sec —“
“You’re so insufferable, thinking you’re so high and mighty and better than everyone...” I muttered under my breath, storming up the stairs to the bedroom. “You’re annoying, you’re just...ARGH!” I screamed, running my hands through my hair, making the curls wilder and even more untamable. “And I’m supposed to be the mother of your child? This baby — fake or not — better not be a boy! Or have your personality! Or I might just drown myself in the Black Lake!”
Just before the door slammed shut, he swung it back open and then slammed it close. “You don’t even know me.” He growled.
I glared at him. “Can you honestly blame me?” I snarled. “Look at how you act! Like you’re the freaking prince of Hogwarts or something! Did you ever happen to think that not everyone at this bloody school has to fall at your feet, desperately in love with you?”
“I don’t think that!”
Now his face was close up to mine. I could see flecks of gold in his eyes... which were surprisingly... well, nice.
I suddenly felt really... strange. My heart skipped a beat and my breath caught in my throat. I could feel my stomach doing flips — but not the bad kind of flips, like I was going to throw up. No. Instead, I felt like butterflies were fluttering around in my tummy wildly.
Something flashed in his eyes as he stared at me.
“I — I think you should leave...” I said breathlessly.
Whoa, whoa, whoa! Breathlessly?
Now I just know that there's something wrong with me...
He just stared at me, the hostility leaving his eyes. “You can’t make me leave.” He said it in a light, teasing tone. But whatever was in his eyes stayed in his eyes — as if burned there for a long, long time. “This bedroom’s supposed to be mine too, you know.” He said.
And damn, he was right.
“James...” I said, unable to take my eyes off of his.
And the next thing I knew, he was kissing me.
P.S.: I'm really sorry about the whiteness!!
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