Chapter 5 : Screaming, Screaming, and More Screaming
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I'm left in the common room, gaping after Albus' retreating figure.
Albus Potter almost kissed me. Albus Potter almost kissed me. Albus FRIKIN Potter almost KISSED me. ME! The socially awkward, weird girl. Holy frikin shit. I cannot believe this. Albus Potter almost kissed me. I am so speechless right now. Why would Albus, one of the most popular kids in school, son the of The Chosen One, one of the most beautiful people ever known to mankind, want to kiss me? Me? Xandra Plank, the weirdo, the psycho? I am so confused right now. So flipping confused. I AM SO FLIPPING CONFUSED IM LIKE A FREAKING FISH! Ok, that didn't make any sense...just ignore that...
I slowly make my way up to the dorms, lost in thought. I creep into the room, and fall on my bed, not even bothering to change into my pj's, and fall asleep, re-living that moment with Albus in my dreams.
I wake up to a noise in my room.
"NOTHING HAPPENED!" I scream. What if they knew about Albus and I? I'm ruined!
Rose and Tash stopped changing in the middle †of the room, and turned to look at me, confusion etched across their faces.
"Umm, we never asked you anything Xandra," Tash starts off slowly, talking to as if I don't speak English. "But, is there something we should know?" a familiar evil glint shines in her eyes. Uh Oh. Im screwed. If someone can get me to fess up to something, it's Natasha Rothnebucher.†
" Uh, no?" I ask as a question. Goodness gracious golly me, I can not lie to her!†
"Uh-huh, sure. And I'm God."
"Well, uhh, you see. Umm. I was...uh..." I take a deep breath. "LastnightIwenttothekitchensandAlbuswasthereandweplaychubbybunnyandthenhesortaalmostkissedme."
They silently stare at me, their jaws touching the floor.†
"You might want to close your mouths, you'll catch flies."†
Tash and Rose close their mouths.
"Ok, Xandra, I did not catch that at all. Why don't we start over, and slowly this time."†
*Gulp* ok, here goes...
"Well, I went down to the kitchens last night, and met Al, then we walked back to the common room, and I tripped over the portrait home," Rose gives a very un-lady like snort, and I give her a glare. "Anyway...then Albus grabbed me before I fell, and then he kinda sorta almost kissed me." I blush, then turn back to my and hide under the covers. Tash and Rose are quiet. Hah! Just wait.
Three, two, and one:
"HOLY FRIKIN MOTHER OF ALL THAT IS MIGHTY AND HOLY! HE DID WHAT?!" ††
Wow, Tash has a voice on her.†
I peek my head out from under the covers, and see the faces of Rose and Tash , each wearing different forms of shock on their faces.
"Well, I might have just imagined it you guys! You know me! Always exaggerating...heh. Anyway, please don't talk about it! It's embarrassing! He almost kissed me, then just ran out of there faster than you could say Voldemort!"
"Ok, ok, fine Xandra, we won't bring it up. But you have to give †me the details later or I will tickle you!"†
I gasp. NO! She wouldn't!†
"You wouldn't!" I say.
"Fine, but not right now, okay? How about tonight, you, Rose, and all the CAWW girls have a girls night! I'll tell everyone at once, so I won't have to repeat myself!"
"Sounds good, Rose, you haven't met any of our girls have you?"
"Okay, we'll, it's settled, we meet...Uhh..one question. Where are we gonna fit six girls into this dorm?"†
"Don't worry girls, I have the perfect place!"
A/N: Hey guys! So, I posted the 4th chapter today, and started writing the fifth one. Then something amazing happened. You want to know? I'll tell you anyways. THE QUEUE WAS AT ZERO HOURS! So I rushed to get this chapter out, so I'm sorry that it so short, but I wanted to get something out while the queue was so short :) anyway, read and review guys, reviews make my day, do even if you just put a short note like: cool story bro, or something like that, then that us totally fine! Reviews make my day!!! So R&R, and tell me if you liked it, hated it, or I'd it was just Meh. Thanks!
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