Chapter 3 : Chapter 3: In Two Parts
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“Wake up!” That voice was definitely louder than it needed to be. I groaned. Peyton’s voice at...well I don’t know what time it is because I’m too lazy to actually look at the clock, but its way too early in the morning.
“Ava! Wake up!” I really don’t appreciate how often my day starts with Peyton screaming at me.
“Too early,” I mumbled.
“Ava! Will you bloody listen to Peyton?! There’s something here for you!” At hearing these words come out of Sadie’s mouth I shot up and looked around. I love getting things.
That’s only slightly pathetic.
You’re talking to yourself again. Just adding to the patheticness...
It’s too early in the morning to care.
After a quick glance around the room I saw that there was nothing there, and after giving them each a silent glare and seeing what time it was (six bloody o’clock), I collapsed back into the warmth of my bed.
“You know, glasses usually help with the whole being able to see thing.” Way to state the obvious Olivia.
She’s telling you that you couldn’t see what’s there for you because you don’t have your glasses on you idiot.
Oh, that’s wonderful. Now the voice inside my head is calling me an idiot.
I turned over and practically smashed my glasses into face and sat up. I looked around again, this time looking out the window and seeing Chris on a broomstick holding a piece of paper against the window that said “Go for a fly?” I glanced over at my friends and saw four expectant faces looking back at me (Lily had woken up at some point). I looked back over at Chris and nodded holding up my hand to tell him five minutes. He smiled and nodded and flew away. I got up out of bed and went to the bathroom.
When I came out five or so minutes later I saw Chris waiting at the window. I grabbed a sweatshirt and opened the window. Then I made the mistake of looking down.
“You know what? I think I’ll just see you a breakfast,” and I started to back up. But my very evil friends pushed me right back towards the window. Actually just Olivia and Sadie, Peyton was too busy laughing. Lily just smirked and got up to take a shower.
Chris laughed. He laughed at me. I definitely can’t go now. That’s just rude.
You keep telling yourself that.
Sorry that doesn’t work on your subconscious.
“It’s ok, I’ll keep you safe.” Oh great, that makes me feel so much better Chris. Especially because I barely know you and I bet that this “fly” is just an excuse to feel me up. Yeah that’s right, I see through your petty little excuses. All boys have is hormones and testosterone. And they call me pathetic.
Yes they do.
This really needs to stop.
I took a deep breath and climbed out of the window, using Chris to balance. Another deep breath and I climbed onto the broom, behind Chris with my arms around him.
“Hey, Ava, you might want to let go of my arms.”
“Yes, but that would require letting go.”
“Ava, it will be for less than a second.”
“I don’t care I’m not letting go!” I took another apprehensive look down and tightened my grip.
And then he turned around. “WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!”
“WHAT?! ARE YOU CRAZY?!!!”
“We do it all the time at practice.”
“AND DO YOU HAVE SOMEBODY WITH YOU ON THE BROOM WHEN YOU DO THIS AT PRACTICE?!” I didn’t let him reply I just kept screaming at him, “NO! I DIDN’T THINK SO! SO WILL YOU PLEASE STOP MOVING BACKWARDS??!” The broom came to a stop. Out of the corner of my eye I saw that we were still next to the castle, only slightly farther out than before. “THANK YOU! NOW WILL YOU PLEASE TURN AR—” I didn’t get to finish screaming at him, because before I could his lips were on mine. And just like that we were kissing. Kissing Chris.
Is that really appropriate right now?
Does it look like I care?
When we pulled apart he smirked and said, “I just wanted my arms.”
I looked down and realized that somehow during the process of us kissing I had let go of him. He turned back around and I wrapped my arms around him, not quite so tight this time. Then he dove, and I screamed, and he laughed. Why is it that my pain is always a source of humor for somebody else?
Because you’re fun to laugh at.
You do realize that you’re insulting yourself when you say that, right?
At least I don’t talk to myself.
I really need to stop having arguments inside my head, they never end well.
After about an hour of flying around I had relaxed slightly and was enjoying the feel of the wind in my hair. Then it was over and I was climbing back into my room, saying goodbye. When I was on two feet again I looked around to see Lily reading and the other three members of S.O.A.P sleeping soundly. Lily looked up and smiled, and I walked over and sat on her bed.
“So how was it?”
“Good,” I said, a slight smile on my face.
“That look on your face says it was better than good.” She had the look on her face that said don’t even try not telling me everything.
Hey you’re supposed to save the italics for me!
You’ll get over it.
“You know what? I’ll tell you what happened with Chris when you tell me how you really feel about James.” The look on her face was one of utter shock.
“I hate him! You know I hate him! What are you even talking about?!”
“Somebody’s defensive,” I said in a teasing tone, knowing that doing so would cause her to become more defensive and therefore changing the subject so I didn’t have to tell her about Chris.
“What is that supposed to mean? You know that I don’t like James. I despise his stupid, conceited, over-inflated head and...” And so it continued...
See, the thing is we all know that Lily is really in love with James and is just too scared to admit it to herself. He just needs to grow up a little bit and get over himself. Really it’s only a matter of time before she realizes that they’re meant for each other and they live happily ever after with their many kids, and grand kids, and all that fun stuff.
She continued convincing herself more than anyone that she didn’t like James in “any way whatsoever” for about five more minutes, encouraged by a few words here and there. Then I made the excuse of having to shower.
When I came out of the bathroom Peyton, Olivia, and Sadie were all awake and dressed, waiting for me before they went down to breakfast. I gave Peyton the well-known meet-me-at-midnight look and she gave me the well-known do-I-have-to?-...-fine look. And then we were down at breakfast just like a normal Sunday morning.
(a/n: I was halfway tempted to end the chapter here. I felt like this moment would have ended it well. But, seeing as it’s only 1200 or so words I figured I would write a little more for you guys. So, because I like the end I already have for this chapter, I am going to write it two parts. Here, is part 2...)
Chapter 3: Part Two—More Midnight Mischief
a/n: you have no idea how happy it makes me that I have an alliteration three words in a row. =]
Midnight. Such a wonderful time to be in an abandoned classroom. I know I’m going to regret this in the morning when Peyton is screaming at me to wake up again, but I honestly don’t care at this point.
“Hey,” Peyton said as she opened the door and walked in.
“You win.” Ways to say hello fights are common when Peyton and are talking.
“Ha!” and whey you when, you get bragging privileges.
“Yeah, yeah. So what did you want to talk about?”
“I don’t know...everything.”
She raised her eyebrows and said, “So, what, am I just supposed to read your mind and know what you want to talk about?”
“Yes, that would be helpful,” I looked up at her with a smirk on my face, and she laughed slightly.
“So how was the early morning fly with Chris?”
“I saw you kissing.”
“What? We weren’t even outside the window anymore. Did everyone else see too?”
She laughed and said, “I was the only one that saw. As soon as you left they all went back to bed. I just sat by the window for a little bit before I went back to bed.”
“Oh, well, ok.”
“How was it?”
“I don’t know. It’s not like I have anything to compare it to.”
“You have my expertise.”
“Yes, you do have a very wide range of knowledge on the subject, don’t you?”
“Hey, it’s not that bad. Only Jack, James, and Fred!”
“Yeah, I guess not. Just you know, in comparison to me.”
“Yeah well we’ll see who’s laughing in a couple of years when I’ve found the love of my life and you’re just an old hag.”
“You really think I’d be an old hag in a couple of years? Sorry Pey, I don’t age quite that fast.”
“Whatever, you know what I mean.”
I stuck my tongue out at her in response.
“You still haven’t answered my question.”
“What am I supposed to say?”
“Was his tongue in your mouth at any point?”
“Ok. So this will be a lot easier to analyze than I thought.”
“I really don’t know how your thought process works sometimes.”
“In a brilliant way only other brilliant people can understand. Anyways, so what did it feel like?”
“Um...his lips touching mine?”
“No, I mean, like, were you like eww get your mouth out of my face, or, were you like mmm more please,” I raised my eyebrows at the prospect of what she was going to say next, “or was it like, please don’t stop kissing me, and you get that feeling in your stomach like the one you get when you’re nervous but you know that something great is about to happen, only it’s a hundred times better?”
“No, it was more like it was happening, and then it wasn’t. I didn’t really think anything of it.”
“Oh? What is that supposed to mean?”
“Well obviously there wasn’t any spark or anything.”
“What was it like when you kissed Jack?” She looked up at me in a shocked kind of way, which meant she hadn’t really thought about it before.
“I guess it was the last one. Except it seemed fake, like you’re nervous for something you know is going to be ok, and it was only ten times better.”
I nodded and asked, “What about James?”
“I think I was too numb to really feel anything. And I didn’t really care—I just wanted something to take me away from what was happening in the real world.”
She smiled. “It’s the best feeling in the world, like you can do anything. It’s a thousand times better than any other feeling.”
“You sure you’re still talking about kissing?”
I laughed and said, “Just checking.”
We talked a little more before we started heading back to the dormitory, checking if the coast was clear.
“So what should I do?”
“Oh, um. I don’t know.” Come on Peyton, really?
“What would you do?”
“I don’t know.’
“Oh, you shush.”
“No, I hear something.” She was looking ahead.
I followed her gaze and saw right in front of us, “The caretaker’s cat.” She dove behind the closest suit of armor and I looked around frantically trying to find somewhere to hide. I could hear the caretaker’s steps coming up the corridor. And then I was pulled from behind into another corridor that I hadn’t seen before. I would have screamed if the hand wouldn’t have covered my mouth. Then I realized that I was extremely close to a body of the male species. How did I know that? Let’s just say that I have a strange obsession with arms and the arms around me were definitely masculine. I turned around in his arms to see who it was, but I couldn’t, due to the fact that it was extremely dark in the mysterious corridor.
I tried to say something but I was just shushed. I listened as the caretaker’s footsteps passed (I really need to figure out his name...he’s new), and when I couldn’t hear them anymore I turned to talk to the person who had saved me. His arms were still around me, which made it slightly awkward to look up at him to say something, and before I had the chance to say anything he was kissing me. My first thought was that it was Chris. I mean, who else would be kissing me? But the arms weren’t Chris’ arms, and the kiss didn’t feel the same. I got that feeling in my stomach like you get when you’re nervous but you know that something great is about to happen, only a million times better. And when he pulled away I wanted nothing more than to kiss him again. Then he turned and walked away and I was left in shock.
a/n: cliffhanger much? =] Back to business. Really guys? Only one review for chapter 2? I’m disappointed. You will just have to make up for it this chapter. Anyways, hope you liked chapter 3 (in two parts). Please review, it really help me write faster, I promise. Also, I’m thinking of writing a parallel story from Sirius’ point of view so I’ll keep you posted on that...
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