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~ I'd rather have a life of 'oh wells' than a life of 'what ifs ~
Three weeks. I was so proud of myself.
Why, do you ask?
Well it comes to the simple point that I have evaded James Potter, son of the savior and Quidditch Nazi, for said three weeks.
Except for the Quidditch practices we had just about everyday. I took every precaution so I wouldn't have to talk to him during that time. Though he would still yell at me when I would try to perform a high leveled trick to catch the snitch.
We had our new players as well. Melanie Wood and Caleb Taylor. They already worked so well with the team. James was very proud of them (even if he still yelled at them).
Right now I was relaxing by fire after a particularly grueling practice. James who had been a bit off for the past week, or so it seemed. Had been working us harder then usual. I guess seeing as our first game was coming up would also be another reason why. We were playing Ravenclaw. They weren't exceedingly good, but they weren't crap players either. The could play just as dirty as Slytherin, but with a bit more wit.
I lifted myself up with a groan remembering I had a long potions essay that was due tomorrow.
“I'm heading down to the library.” I walked pass Rose, Mitchy, and Michaela. And then out the portrait hole.
The problem with fear is that even if you don't think you feel it, it's still there. No matter how much you have, it still holds you back from doing what you wish to do. Like a child trying to sleep without a night light for the first time. No matter how much they tell themselves there's nothing there, there's still that inkling that something is waiting for them in the dark. Holding them back from flipping that switch and jumping into bed.
Except all I was trying to do was open door. To the fecking library too. I glared hard at the solid wood for longer than excepted of someone with a sane mind. I heard someone clear their throat. Spinning around I found Keegan smiling an amused smile.
“Is something the matter Sway?” His voice sounded astoundingly curious. I could feel my legs almost urge me to run. I held back, I had been doing to much running as of late. So sighing I regained a balanced mind and smiled at him.
“Yeah I just don't want to do that potions essay.” Though it wasn't a lie it also wasn't the whole truth. I really was dreading the essay, but the only thing I was really scared of was opening up to my true feelings I guess.
I feared opening that door, why? I was afraid to find James with 'her'. They have seemed to warmed up more to each other. More than a random shag in a random hallway. And I was still bloody confused on why that fact bothered me.
“Sway..” Keegan's voice caught my attention again.
“Sorry I'm a little..”
“Spacey.” I smiled fondly.
“Yeah that.” He smiled back and walked forward and opened the door.
“After you my lady.” He bowed slightly waving me in. I chuckled and walked in waiting for him to follow me the rest of the way in.
We laughed quietly as we walked further in and he had, unknown to me slipped an arm around my shoulder. But they weight registered when I caught a pair of crystal looking hazel eyes. He was by himself, parchment covered the table along with books. His hands were stained with black ink from his quill. All he wore was a plain white tee and a pair of checkered gold and red PJ pants.
I some how noticed all of this in one glance. I could feel him watching us, so for some reason that I could not fathom at the time, shrugged off Keegan's arm. I did as if I was trying to find a more comfortable position. Keegan unconsciously removed his arm still talking cheerily.
One guess who the he was? Bloody hell why can't life be easy.
I heard Keegan sigh, his scribblings stopped. I lifted my head from my own work. A grimace painted his face as his eyes rested on the clock.
“I have to go.” I was surprised by his words. Taking a second look at the clock I could see why he wanted to though. It was close to closing time and we had been at the essay for longer than a little while.
“Yeah I should probably to.” I stretched as I watched him pack up. He paused for a second, a run of emotions filling his face.
“I don't want to sound to forward, but do you want to go to Hogsmeade with me this weekend?” Keegan couldn't seem to face me fully, I found that quite cute.
“I would love to, but this doesn't mean that my team or I will go easy just because were going on a date.” He turned to face me with a smirk on his face.
“I couldn't have said it any better myself.” I laughed, Keegan joining me. He shoulder his bag and made his way around the table where I was standing. He was close enough that I could smell the left over scent of whatever cologne he used. “So I'll see you Saturday then.” He whispered, moving a stray hair off my face.
“Actually you'll see me tomorrow, we have potions remember.” I smiled and leaned in closer, kissing his cheek. “Night Keegan.” A soft, lazy smile splayed across his face, his eyes turning a soft blue color.
“Night Sway.” He placed his own kiss on my cheek and then turned to leave. Just as he was about to turn out of sight, he sent me a smile. Then he was gone. I fell back into my chair blushing like a crazy school girl, sighing in delight.
But I had this nagging guilt feeling in the back of my mind, why? I didn't have a clue.
My eyes trained back on the essay determined to finish it. Only minutes into getting back on track I heard a rustle of footsteps and someone pulling out a chair on the other side of the table. I finished out my sentence and then looked up, my eyes meeting solid hazel ones. The guilt came back again, I pushed it to the side with force. Deciding that an extra emotion joining my new mixture madness for the boy in front of me would overflow the mess.
“So what were you and Sims doing?” His voice was light a casual, as if he was asking me of the weather. He might as well been.
“Homework.” I answered back just a casually. Though fighting a heated debate in my head as to why I even bothered. Maybe I've fallen off one to many brooms this week.
“When did you guys start doing homework together?” I glared at my new sentence.
“Just tonight. What's with the twenty questions Potter?” I looked him in the eyes this time meaning to get a point across. While I had made no attempt to talk to him, neither had he towards me.
He just shrugged his shoulders. “Well?” I wanted an answer now, I was itching to hear what he had to say.
“I just wanted to make sure your okay, Sims isn't all rainbows and butterflies, as much as you would like to think. And contrary to popular belief I actually do care about you.” I snorted hastily stuffing my things into my bag.
“To bloodly hell you do.” A mangled laugh escaped my lips as I closed my bags and shouldered it. I heard his chair scarp across the floor.
“Wait Rogers, please let me talk to you.” I hurried my steps further away, trying to blink away the tears that seemed to have a mind of their own. I was now out of the library and Potter was chasing after me. “Rogers stop.”
“Give one good reason why Potter?” Though I guess it totally defeats the purpose when I stopped anyway. My breathing heavy, as well as my heart beat. I qudittch player for Godric sakes why am I tired. Well I did skip a few work outs, but I swear it was for good reasons... like sleep and health. Yeah, that. (More like I was avoiding Potter.)
“Because I wanted to talk and say sorry.” I turned my head his way, giving him an inquiring look. He sounded unsure, and that unsureness was just the thing I needed to get out of this situation. Hmmm the situation.. why is he so good damn stupid. Oi! Never mind stupid reality telly show later, James Potter mess now.
“Do you even know what your sorry for?” As the words left my lips I smirked. He looked like a pymgy puff caught eating someones favorite sock. Priceless. Though I guess there was a tiny shining hope in me, that hoped he did know what he was sorry for so we could go back to me teasing and fighting with him and him ding the same back.
“I- Ye-noo- I- Well-”
“That's what I-”
“No I don't because I don't even know why your mad at me. “ He stepped closer towards me, making me back up like the coward I was. “All I know is one night you catch me snogging in the fecking hall and next your blowing up daisies and avoiding me like I have a curse or something.” I was now against the wall while he leaned forward closer. “What are you jealous? Do you have like some-”
I pushed against his chest, my anger boiling up. “No I'm not jealous, I'm livid. I looked like a fool sitting in the library waiting for you. I was going to apologize, I knew I was overreacting. There I said it 'I was overreacting.'” I threw my hands up in the air. “I waited and oh did I wait, but what do you know I walk down the hall and find you and some Ravenclaw slag hooking up in the hall.” Of course he looked shell shocked I would to. It's not every day I confess that I was wrong. Actually it happens almost never. That and I just let Potter know how pathetic I am as well.
I started to walk away, but as per usually Potter wouldn't let that happen. “Listen I'm- I'm sorry.” I smiled from where he couldn't see me, that had to taste ugly.
“You just can't let me walk away can you?” I heard him snort. He knew he was forgiven.
“Nope,” He spun me so I was facing him still holding my hand. “Friends?” I raised an eyebrow.
“When were we ever friends?” He wavered for a second.
“Why don't we just try it out, what so you say Sway?” I smiled, trying to ignore the somersaults my stomach was doing.
“Sure whatever James.” He gave a ruthless smile.
And here my dear friends is a turning point in my life. If this was a movie, this is where people would be touched and music of the lovey dovey kind would be playing in the back ground. But of course James hand to ruin that putting me into a headlock and yelling at me about missing bloody work outs.
What a charmer this boy is.
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