Chapter 1 : Awkward
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Authors Note: This is a new story that kept on bugging me for months to be written, so it’s finally here. Please tell me what you think. Comments and opinions are welcomed and I hope you enjoy this story!
Please excuse any mistakes, it’s 2am and I have yet to get a beta. I wrote this whole chapter in one night too.
But anyway, enjoy.
Chapter One -
“Is she dead?” A first voice asked that I didn’t recognize. Was I dreaming?
“I don’t know, poke her or something.” A second voice asked that I also didn’t know who the hell it belonged to. This doesn’t feel like a dream.
“But she looks so peaceful.” A third voice responded. Cheers mate. That’s always nice to know when you’re passed out that you look peaceful.
It took a few seconds to understand what was going on. I shouldn’t be hearing voices I didn’t recognize. Oh fuck, what did I do last night? I tried to remember but it was blurry. I shouldn’t have downed those six vodkas. Vodka is the devil juice, I should have learnt that by now. I’m such an idiot. I really needed to stop drinking. Answers are never found at the bottom of the glass and crap like that. Then I felt a finger prod my forehead.
Ow. That bloody hurt.
“Hey girl, you alive?” The second voice asked me before poking me in the forehead again.
“Holy crap.” I shot up and winced. Here comes the morning after headache. “Do you mind not doing that?” I snapped as I rubbed my forehead. It hurt so much. I looked up to find three boys staring at me like I was an alien.
Where the hell was I?
This wasn’t good.
What the hell did I do last night?
We all stood there frozen staring at each other unable to speak or do anything.
So I screamed.
It wasn’t my finest moment, I admit.
Then one of the boys placed his hand to my mouth to shush me. “Calm down, we’re not going to kill you.” It was the third one voice that I had heard. I just nodded frightened. This is how I was going to die. I was sure of it. I was going to be tomorrows front page, girl murdered after drinking binge. Maybe my mother was right, I bloody am out of control but I would think about that later, if there was a later that is because I was expecting to be snuffed out at any time. “I’ll let go if you promise not to scream again. I don’t think my ears can take it and the neighbours already think we‘re weird.” The boy had dark brown hair with the darkest brown eyes that I had ever seen. I think I remember meeting him last night but I couldn’t be sure. I nodded again and he let go. “Hi, I’m James, it’s nice to meet you.”
I eyed him suspiciously. “How the hell did I end up here?” I noticed that here was a dark, old, comfy sofa with a blanket draped on it. I was still wearing all my clothes, even my shoes so I knew I hadn’t been a complete idiot. That was comforting to know.
“I found you on the corner of the streets freezing to death. You said you didn’t have a place to stay, so I thought you’d like a warm bed for the night. I felt bad.” I tried to remember but it was still blurry. I remember almost passing in the streets after a heavy night. I remember it being cold too. I stared at James for a moment before deciding that he didn’t seem like the creeps I familiar with. I mean, I still had my shoes on.
“Thanks.” I whispered, unable to think of anything to say. I suddenly felt very vulnerable and I didn’t like it. I wish my memory didn’t suck.
“Don’t worry, nothing happened.” He smiled warmly at me. “You owe me a new pair of trainers though, you threw up on my new ones.”
I cringed. “Sorry about that.” The boy had seen me drunk and sick. I was surprised he was still looking at me because I knew they weren’t pretty sights. I must have came off as such a lovely girl.
James shrugged, “It don’t matter much.” He then pointed to the dark haired boy who had been scowling at me. “This is Albus.” Albus just shrugged instead of saying hello. “And this is Scorpius.” Scorpius just stood there smirking at me. He was finding my pain amusing.
“Erm.” I mumbled. “Hi.” I stood up and I yawned. “You got any tea or anything? My mouth is as dry as the desert.” My lips were also chapped but I reckoned no one had lip balm.
Albus laughed at me. “Kitchen is that way.” He pointed to a door to my left and I waddled towards the kitchen. My feet were killing me, I didn’t want to take my heels off in case they thought I was stripping and was trying to seduce them.
I may be in the house of strangers but I thought I handling this well. I mean, I had only screamed once and I was still alive. I am made of awesome.
The house was littered with random rubbish, papers and it smelled of boy. It needed a good clean. The kitchen was too bright and there was a pile of washing up that hadn’t been touched for weeks. Mould doesn’t grow after a day you know. I rummaged through the cupboards of the kitchen unable to find anything. It seems organization was something that the boys didn’t believe in. I mean, food was just chucked in cupboards randomly with random utensils. The boys came in slowly, Albus and James sat at the kitchen table as they stared at me like I was the main attraction at the zoo. It was awkward to say the least but awkward was my thing. My whole life could be described as awkward.
“I can’t find anything.” I hissed angrily. I needed a drink, I needed sleep and I needed for this bloody headache to go away.
“Come here.” Scorpius pushed me lightly out the way and began rummaging through the cupboards. “I’ll make it, just sit the hell down.”
I sat at the table, as me, James and Albus all avoided looking at each other. This was pleasant.
“So,” James hummed. “Have a nice time last night?”
I raised my eyebrow. “Is that a joke?” He just smiled at me. “If you called being kicked out of the hotel you’re staying at, passing on the streets and vomiting a good night, then yeah, it was brilliant thanks.” I ranted pathetically.
“Why’d you get kicked out?” Albus asked, laughing.
“I didn’t pay my bill.” I shrugged, not wanting to reveal I was also accused of being a menace to the other guests.
“Typical.” Albus rolled his eyes. “Do you have any place to stay at all?”
“Is that any of your business?” I asked, grumpily. Where the hell was Scorpius with this cup of tea? I was dying here.
“We have a spare room.” Albus sighed before shrugging. “I guess you could stay there until you sorted yourself out. It’s got to be warmer than the streets hasn’t it?”
Scorpius choked on nothing. “Are you being serious? We don’t even know her name.” He passed me my cup of tea. He hadn’t even asked how I take my tea. I decided not to point out his poor manners. I had bigger fish to fry, like possibly finding a home. I literally had nowhere to go right now and I was growing desperate.
“It’s Chandler.” I offered helpfully. I didn’t understand why Albus was being nice to me, maybe it was pity but I didn’t care. I just didn’t want to end up in a box on the side of the street tonight.
Albus rolled his eyes. “I know, you were in our year at Hogwarts weren’t you?” I blinked for a second, then it clicked. These just weren’t any normal boys, they were practically celebrities in the eyes of the wizarding world. Apparently Albus and James dad saved the whole world or something. I didn’t know the full story considering I was muggle born and I failed history of magic. It was a useless subject anyway. Who even cares about what goblins got up to a thousand years ago? I sure didn’t.
“I think so.” I shrugged. I had never talked to any of these boys in my life before James found me passed out on the pavement.
Scorpius eyed me. “I don’t remember you.”
I smiled. “Of course you don’t.” Scorpius didn’t bother with anyone who wasn’t popular. “So what do you say guys? Am I in or out?” I put on my sweetest smile.
The guys looked at each other and shrugged.
“It’s better than not making rent this month…” James hummed. “I mean, all the people we’ve interviewed so far turned out to be an utter weirdo or fan girls. We’re running out of options and she seems decent enough. I mean, it wouldn‘t hurt to at least give her a chance.”
“That’s true.” Scorpius shrugged, giving in. “I don’t want to go through the horror of interviewing someone else.”
Albus smiled. “I guess that means you’re in.” He held out his hand for me to shake and I shook it.
“You’re on trail though.” Scorpius stated.
“Of course.” I laughed. “I wouldn’t expect anything less.”
I guess that box in the street just had to wait for a little while longer, because it finally seems like things are on the up.
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