“Alright…I’m not really seeing the huge problem here…”
“He rejected me!”
“You fucking heard me! He went all ape-shit and pushed me off!”
Rose stared at me with wide eyes, her facial expression flickering between pure annoyance and shock. I was curled up on the couch, my face still flushed with a mixture of anger and embarrassment. I wanted nothing more than for Rose to take her wand out and avada kedavra my sorry ass right there and then.
So you probably wanna know what happened, right? Well, too bad! Hahaha! Kiss my awesome posterior!
Okay…fine. I’ll tell you. Jeez.
I’ll recap what happened in the quickest way possible so as not to relive the shitfuck of an experience. So of course, James and I both conveniently ended up hiding in a bush, where space was limited and proximity was deathly close.
I, being the hormonal, horny-as-shit leprechaun that I am, ended up having some sort of cerebral meltdown as I saw how close James Potter’s sexy lips were to mine.
Hey, I can’t be the only one blamed here! Sure, I’m the one who decided to kiss him again, but he was totally instigating it, that damn dipshit. I mean puhleeze!! Who the hell smirks at someone, and says in an oh-so amazingly enticing voice, “A little close, aren’t we?”
Ohohoh…what does he expect me to do when he decides to say something like that with that tone? Pat him on the head? Give him a toothy smile? Pinch his cheeks? Seriously, James Sirius Potter…
So I kissed him. Yeah. It was good while it lasted for those point three seconds.
That was before I felt his hands shove me off. Asshole. And that sort of hurt as well! The bastard needs to realize his own strength, because I think that my ass seriously has a bruise now. And I landed in snow. In fact, I don’t even think I landed on my ass. Now that’s saying something.
I remembered staring at him in shock, before the hurt and embarrassment started to flood in. I looked at him; he was staring at me, his eyes hard, and his jaw clenched. Before I could say anything, he had asked, “What the bloody hell was that, Elaquay?”
What the fuck was I supposed to say? I was freaking embarrassed as hell! I could’ve told him the truth I guess. I could’ve told him that I’m freaking in love with him and that I’m frustrated as hell because he kissed me three times; not only that, but I also professed my undying love to him with the eloquence of Shakespeare before running away, climbing into his brother’s bed and turning my freak on. (Yes. You were thinking it too; don’t deny it.) And what has he done? Nothing! Absolutely nothing! Hasn’t said a word! Hasn’t even hinted on the fact that it actually happened!
So when he’s that close, it’s really hard to NOT want to kiss him. And then he has the damn nerve to push me off and scold me? Uh-huh. Dick move, bro. Dick move right there.
So yeah, during our little rendez-vous in the bush, after he had freaked out on me, I sort of glared at him, opening and closing my mouth like an idiot; I knew exactly what I wanted to say to him, but I just couldn’t. So I did the next best thing. I scrambled out of the bush, putting as much space between he and I as possible. After that, I didn’t have much time to contemplate on what the hell just happened because the screams from the Quidditch pitch were a bit distracting.
Not to mention the fact that Hugo was an idiot, and decided to run in there to see the action, deciding that it wasn’t enough, and performing a countercharm to me and James’s precious protective charms, resulting in horny fairies and barbarous red caps to come swarming all over the grounds.
I guess you can say that it was entertaining. No scratch that. It was fucking epic.
I mean, those Slytherins didn’t know what hit them! Sure all of us are a bit bruised and bloody now (Rose had managed to bandage my battle scars again), but man…you had to be there to see the look on their faces. I honestly think that Rose got a crack out of seeing Scorpius Malfoy being dangled upside down by his feet, while his cheeks were attacked by the tongues of four outrageously sultry fairies. We both doubled over in laughter to the point where we fell on the ground, clutching our stomachs, which resulted in the two of us being mauled by red caps…but STILL! We got out alive, didn’t we?
But it was short-lived, as we had to make a run for it when the authority figures decided to join the show. As far as I know, none of us were caught in the act. But because it ended, my thoughts started to race again, and the fact that I had just been rejected a kiss by James Sirius Potter came crashing down on me.
Rose continued to stare at me, her brows furrowed in a frown. She crossed her arms and gave out a sharp sigh. “He’s such a damn tosser. I’m sorry about this, Els.”
“It’s not your fault that you’re related to an idiot,” I inquired as I laid my head against the armrest of the squashy armchair. “But I just…dammit! That was so fucking embarrassing!”
Then another thought occurred to me.
“We’re leaving for Oregon soon, and he’s coming! This is going to be hella awkward!” I exclaimed, covering my face with my hands, groaning.
Oh God. This is awful.
I guess this won’t go as I imagined. I had hoped that the two of us would start making out under acorn trees at Alton Baker Park, wearing tie-dye shirts that we had gotten from the Saturday Market, while the sounds of hippie/new wave/stoner music echoed from the nearby pavilion. Okay, I guess it wouldn’t be the ideal place if you think about it. I remember one time when I was in fourth grade, and my best friend’s older brother got jumped by some hobo for accidentally waking him up. Poor guy.
“Calm down, Elaquay! James is still your best friend; I’m sure he’ll just push this whole thing aside and pretend that it didn’t happen,” Rose inquired.
“Yeah…but I can’t just forget about it. This is going to be damn painful, Rose.”
Ughhhh!!! I can’t handle awkward situations! Sure, I’ve been in a lot of them, especially lately, but that doesn’t mean my way of dealing with them has gotten any better. In fact, I’m pretty sure that they got worse. Maybe…maybe on the plane ride, I can just sit between Al and Rose. Yeah, that would be fine. And I wouldn’t look at him. Nope. Not at all.
In fact, I’ll just pretend that nothing happened. I’ll treat him like I normally would…all buddy buddy and happy-go-lucky and shit….
Oh, who the hell am I kidding? That’s not going to work. I’m already a horrible liar, and James would definitely realize that I’m forcing my ass off for him.
“Look, Elaquay…” Rose bent down so that she was eye level with me. Her wide blue eyes seemed to sear with a fierce determination, her curly red locks framing her face.
“Don’t be a pansy about this, alright? I’m sure…no. I know that James was just surprised. He didn’t push you off because he didn’t want to kiss you. That tosser definitely wants to kiss you, because he likes you. A lot. He’s just…just…”
“My God!!!” I groaned, covering my face again. “Why can’t I like dudes who aren’t so complicated. Seriously…it’s almost like he’s the girl in this situation! THAT’S MY JOB, DAMMIT!”
Rose let out a small chuckle.
“Don’t laugh, bitch,” I snapped.
“Now, now, Els,” she scolded in a mocking tone.
I moved my hands to glare at her, and she shook her head, sighing, a small smile still present on her face. The corner of her lip turned up as she tilted her head gently to the side.
“Look, I’m not the best one to give you advice on this sort of predicament. You know, just as well as I do, how romantically inadequate I actually am,” Rose said, frowning slightly as she ran her hand through her red curls.
Okay, I’ll give her that. I mean, I know that this is old news, but I just can’t get over the fact that she decided to screw someone that she hated right in front of the black lake, maul her younger cousin over said boy, make out with him again in front of the same black lake, punch him straight in the face, and then reject the poor dude over and over and over and over….
Rose should be the new Nicholas Sparks…or whatever the hell his name is.
“If this is really bothering you, then just talk to Lily about it. I know she can be a bit…okay, she’s a bloody bitch. But, she’s better at this than I am,” Rose finished, crossing her arms.
I sighed. Yes, that is true. Lily, that little crazy-as-hell mastermind. The small fourteen year old girl I absolutely love, but don’t completely trust. I can never know what that girl’s true intentions are, and I still don’t know what her true intentions are. Sure, she may have told me her whole “ScoRose” plan, but now that I think about it, there is still something a bit…off about it. I can’t place my finger on it, but there’s some sort of strange vibe that the smallest Potter gives off. A vibe that I don’t necessarily like.
Seriously. Vibe? Wow, now my Oregonian genes are really coming out. What’s next, Elaquay? Let’s go strip, do a funny little rain dance, hug trees, and become one with the forest, eh?
Plus, I’m not really in the mood to go seek her out. Who knows what she’s doing.
“I’m so not hauling my ass around the castle to find the little bitch,” I stated, leaning my head lazily and letting out another frustrated groan. God…I just can’t get over how damn embarrassing that was. Why do I have to do these things? I mean, seriously! I must seriously have some sort of genetic mutation in my brain that constantly pushes me to do the stupidest thing possible.
I am hoping…no…PRAYING that the tension will stay the hell away from me and James, but hell…I know that’s not the way the world works. Since the world hates me so much. Yeah. It really does. I think the world has me on its shit list or something. I mean, come on! I’m already on the shit lists of Merlin, God, Satan, Buddha, Zeus…and every other damn deity that skips around the freaking universe.
Rose shrugged as she brushed off the front of her shirt. “Suit yourself, Els. Just know that I’m not the best one to offer guidance in this situation.”
“You’ve already emphasized that; not that you really needed to,” I said with a snort, earning myself the famous Weasley glare. I raised my hands up in defense.
“Hey, hey, hey, girlie. I’m just reiterating what you yourself said,” I mocked, a small smirk present on my lips. Hmm, maybe I should mock Rose more. It really does make me feel better; then again, mocking anyone makes me feel a hell load better. Except for Lily. I can’t really mock her; she scares the fucking shit out of me. She’d probably just give me a cold, calculating look that’ll make me question my self-worth.
Rose rolled her eyes. “Whatever. And do not, for the love of all things sacred, call me ‘girlie.’ It just sounds so…ugh.”
“Way to express your feelings, Rosie,” I said with a slight grimace, the thoughts of the failed attempt at kissing James flooding my brain again. My cheeks started to heat up and I resisted the urge to cover my face in complete mortification. How can I face James now?
Rose ignored my comment as she yawned. I watched her run her hand wearily through her thick curls, pushing a few locks away from her face. “Merlin, I’m bloody exhausted. I am never getting up at the crack of dawn to watch a group of immature mongrels deal with horny fairies and foreign redcaps again.”
“Psshh, please. You know you enjoyed it as much as the rest of us,” I teased, wincing slightly as I shifted my body, the aches and stings from my epic battle scars making themselves known.
“I did not! It was very uncivil; although, I have to admit that watching Malfoy being attacked by a horde of sexually-desperate fairies was rather entertaining,” she responded, a slight smirk appearing on her lips, and her blue eyes twinkling in that all-too-familiar Weasley fashion.
I chuckled; Rose would always be Rose. A prude on the outside, but a crazy bitch on the inside.
“Anyways, I think I’m going to head up to the dormitory to take a nap; I suggest you do so as well,” Rose pressed with a long sigh. She started to make her way toward the staircase, her movements slow and weary.
“Yeah, I’ll be up soon,” I responded; though, I knew that there was no way in Dumbledore’s fucking ass that I would be able to sleep.
Okay, so a few weeks passed. Yes, I am not going to go into details about those few weeks, because nothing happened. Seriously. Absolutely nothing. I went to class, attended Quidditch practice, talked to my friends, ate, slept, complained, bitched about a few things, yadda yadda. My interaction with James has been bordering on the point of formality. I don’t enjoy it, but at this point, what the hell was I expecting?
The hardcore truth is that there is no way we can go back to normal. Hey, it was good while it lasted, right? That illusion of being best buddies again for a few months after I had confessed to him. We all knew that it would crumble eventually.
I don’t like to think about it, actually. It makes me really depressed. Where was that easy brother-sister, unshakable friendship that we had? Where it was so easy to just talk to him? Mess around with him? Challenge him? Joke with him?
James Potter has seen the worst of me; there is no denying that. He knows all of my flaws, my insecurities. He has openly made it known that he thinks my laugh is annoying as shit, that he thinks I resemble a pissy leprechaun, that my temper drives him up the wall, that my rash nature gives him whiplash.
Maybe he’s had enough?
No; I can’t think like that, can I?
Maybe I have no choice. Maybe seeing the worst of me, combined with the impulsive make out sessions, and unexpected, eloquent confession was too much for him.
To the point where our relationship is soaked in strained formality.
All of this doesn’t help the fact that the Oregon trip is coming up soon. Really soon. My mom has been sending me fucking letters full of her over-enthusiastic rants every damn day. Don’t get me wrong, I’m happy that she’s excited to see me, and I’m pretty thrilled about going back to the land of my roots, but my overall excitement is dampened by the fact that James and I aren’t on the best of terms.
Why the hell did I have to try and kiss him? If I hadn’t, then things wouldn’t be so awkward, and we’d still be doused in the illusion that everything was okay. Even if it was an illusion, we would still be able to have a good time.
The only people I’ve told all this shit to was Rose and Lily. Rose just keeps pressing the fact that the Oregon trip will be good for the relationship between me and James, that it will ease the tensions and that everything will turn back to normal. Lily is just hoping that James and I will make up and fuck in an evergreen forest. Those were her exact words, not mine.
But other than that, the up-coming trip to Oregon was making everyone really ecstatic. Albus has taken a recent obsession with the idea of screwing a hippie girl.
Yeah. I know. No comment.
Rose already did her research; she managed to get her hands on various Oregon brochures, as well as different documents explaining the history of the state. I don’t know how the hell she can find that interesting; Oregon history is filled with pioneers, Lewis and Clark, and the “wild, wild west.” Maybe a sentence or two about the massive “liberal hippie” movement. If there even was one. Hey, I bet you there was.
Lily…well…she seems a lot nicer, if that counts.
And James...he’ll make a passing comment or two about how he’s looking forward to it. You have no idea how awkward it is. I just smile and nod, maybe mumble a sentence in acknowledgement before I blush in embarrassment at the attempted kiss.
So, the days kept passing monotonously, with the added excitement of expectation. And then, before I knew it, it was the evening before we boarded the train to London, made our way to the airport, and caught an afternoon flight to Los Angeles airport, where we would have a three hour layover, before taking yet another flight to the Eugene airport.
To be honest, it’s always that second shorter flight that kills me. I mean, yeah…the long flights are a pain in the ass, but once you land, you’re done. You don’t want to do shit. To hear that you have to board another fucking plane, even if the flight is only a few hours, blows.
I haven’t been on a plane since I came to Europe back when I was ten. I haven’t left the UK since; and even if I ever did, I would probably use transportation that wouldn’t involve muggle airfare.
“Should I bring my thick coat?” Rose asked frantically, her wild red hair pulled up in a frazzled knot as she piled in article of clothing after article of clothing into her abnormally large suitcase. I stared at her flatly, lying lazily on my back, my relatively unorganized, yet light suitcase sealed and ready at the foot of my bed.
“I don’t know; it’s up to you,” I responded nonchalantly, smirking slightly in amusement as she glared at me.
“Elaquay! I am going to a foreign country outside of Europe for the first time, and this country happens to be your birthplace; so, I would appreciate it if you gave useful suggestions that would give me an idea about what sort of weather I am going to be expecting in Oregon…so help me—“
“It barely snows there, but it can be shitty in the winter; plus, we’re probably going to go up to Grant’s Pass for a day, so I would pack it,” I responded, rolling my eyes.
“Thank you!! Now was that so hard?” Rose snapped, as she occupied her arms with a large-ass amount of warm looking shit.
“Yes. Yes it was,” I responded lazily before letting my eyes flutter shut. Dear Lord, it’s been such a fucking long day… all I wanted to do was just close my eyes and sleep like a fucking boss. Or bawse. Or however the hell those modern day weeabos spell crap like that.
“So how long will we be on the plane, Els? What’s it like anyways? Mum says that you sit in these seats for hours, and that the aisles are cramped… there are even movies!! I’ve always wanted to watch full length movies!! The closest thing I’ve gotten to watching any sort of movie were those small, black and white clips we had to observe during muggle studies…”
Blah blah blah. There she goes again. Honestly, I don’t even understand how Rose’s lips haven’t been stapled shut yet, either magically or manually. You know, I would be happy to do the world a favor if needed.
“Rose. Please shut your fucking mouth. Seriously, I’m getting a migraine,” I snapped, rubbing my temples.
With a huffy sigh, Rose placed her hands on her hips and shot me a withering look. Okay, I couldn’t see her from the angle that I was laying at, but that girl is so damn predictable. Well, not really… but whatever. Predictable enough for me to gauge out her reactions.
“Elaquay, I know you’re pissy about the whole James ordeal…”
“Pffft….what?” I snapped, my head shooting up at her statement. Seriously? Let’s get real here. I was doing just fine with the whole damn attractive-as-hell oldest Potter situation. I’ve accepted the fact that we’re awkward, that he doesn’t want to be with me, and that I’m heading over to Oregon with him at my side like the happy, platonic friends that we are.
“Oh stop it, Els. I know that you’ll just deny it, but you haven’t necessarily been in the best mood lately. And I know that it’s because of James.”
“I wasn’t even thinking about him, dude!!! Seriously!!! Freaking hell; thanks for the friendly reminder,” I growled, now completely sitting up, my brain immediately being filled with images of the beautiful, sexy-as-hell dark haired, brown eyed Potter. Just what I needed right now. I was actually doing fine, almost accepting the fact that no, it wasn’t going to happen, and that yes, our friendship was officially ruined.
“Don’t make me laugh,” Rose scoffed.
“I’m not. You’re obviously not laughing now, right? Just go back to your packing, bitch.”
“You’re the bitch here!!”
“Fuck this,” I finally spat, pushing myself off of the bed, a bit too rashly may I add, resulting in a very pleasant SMACK as my ass hit the floor. “OWWWWWW….”
“Where exactly do you think you’re going?” Rose asked, not bothering to ask if I was alright. Pshhh, good friend skills there. I mean seriously!! What if I like…fractured my butt? That required good friendship skills because a good friend needs to actually care about the injured person and do her best to escort her to the hospital wing so that her ass problems can be taken care of!
However, my ass was fine. I think. It was still throbbing. I got to my feet and gritted my teeth.
Wow, talk about sounding like a moody, rule-breaking teenager defying her over-protective, batshit insane mother.
“Are you mad?” she spluttered.
“Yup, I’m pissed as hell.”
“Oh stop making fun of British expressions, you twit. It’s after hours, and you’ll be caught…”
There she goes rambling off again. Yadda yadda yadda, bullcrap this, and bullshit that. Jeezes, this girl is such a damn spazz.
“Rose…ROSE!!! Shut up, seriously!!! You and I both know that I go out after hours all the time.”
Rose clicked her tongue; after giving me one last glare, she looked away and shook her head, as if she were scolding a five year old.
“Fine. Do whatever you want, but if you get caught, then don’t rely on me to patch things up for you; you hear me?”
I couldn’t help but smirk at her statement. Flashing her a wink, I chuckled before responding, “Oh please, bitch. You know that I never get caught. Filch is way past his prime.”
Before she could respond, I turned on my heel and made my way through the door and down to the common room.
Alright. So, now, I just needed James’s invisibility cloak.
This was going to be hella awkward. Fucking hell, I miss the days where asking my supposed best friend to borrow his invisibility cloak did NOT make me want to hyperventilate. This was ridiculous. Absolutely ridiculous. Alright, Elaquay, suck it up, crash the boy’s dormitory like you usually would, and ask if you can borrow the invisibility cloak. It’s not as if something like this is unexpected for you.
With another deep breath, I puffed out my chest, and made my way up the staircase to the boy’s dormitory. I shoved the door open and my nostrils were immediately corrupted. Annihilated. Destroyed.
Holy. Shit. Face.
“Mother of freaking…” I started, plugging my nose as I glared at the creatures inhabiting the room.
My eyes scanned the room, taking in the inhabitants. To my totally pissoffery, James wasn’t present. No. Instead, all of his awesome-as-hell seventh year homies were lazing around, laughing their asses off at something I really didn’t give two shits about. Not only that, but they were all covered in sweat. Shirtless seventh year douchebags drenched in their own sweat and reveling in the sweet scent of toxic body odor.
Fucking disgusting as shit.
Edmond, one of the more muscley blond dickheads glanced over at me with a smirk. “What are you doing here, love?”
Rolling my eyes I marched over to James’s vacant bed, my eyes trailing over it. It was surprisingly neat. Shit, he probably already packed or something. Maybe he packed the invisibility cloak as well.
“Y’know, Potter went out for a walk if you’re looking for ‘im,” said that one dude…the one with the black hair and wide, stare-into-your-soul-and-eat-it blue eyes. I forgot his name.
With a sigh, I backed up, scowling. “I figured that much. And Jesus freaking Christ! What the fuck did you guys do?”
I spun around to face all of the seventh year boys, who were now laughing at my reaction. I’m telling you, I was about to die from inhaling highly toxic, seventh-year British (and or Scottish slash Irish) boy body odor. Americans can’t handle this crap!!
“Stop your laughing! It smells someone freaking died in here, dude!” I screeched, slowly backing away from the bed and back toward the door, my hand grappling for the door knob. “Please don’t tell me you killed someone and the body is somewhere in this room. And the reason why you are so damn sweaty is because the corpse was some fat-ass and it took a lot of effort to—“
Someone, please stop me now. My eyes were wide as I stared at the confused looks of the boys. I really need to control this mouth of mine. There’s a reason why I am where I am right now, all awkward as hell around the boy that I am head over freaking shit-faced heels in love with.
With another laugh, cyborg-blue-eyes grinned at me. “I always knew ye were mad, love! Potter must have a thing for mad Americans, eh?”
My heart jolted at his statement as I stared at him, my jaw going slack. No, I shouldn’t be affected by this. I’ve heard this sort of bull from a lot of people. From Rose, from Lily, from Malfoy, from Albus… no. James Sirius Potter obviously does not love me. I don’t know how he feels about me, but at this point, I think that anything beyond awkwardness as a feeling wouldn’t suffice.
With a roll of my eyes I opened the door. “Yeah, yeah. Let’s not go spewing that crap around anymore. I don’t swing that way in the first place, remember? Elisha Garrett sure knows how to do magic with those lips.”
With a smirk, I turned on my heel, not caring to see their expressions, and slammed the door shut behind me.
OH MY GOD!!
CLEAN, BEAUTIFUL, PURE FRESH FREAKING AIR!!
HOLD ME!! KISS ME, GODS OF THE FRESH AND HOLY UNIVERSE!!
…Ahh , crap. I really shouldn’t have pulled that Elisha comment. Now it’s just going to freaking circulate isn’t it? That the crazy, red-headed leprechaun-like American likes girls. Huh… well, it’s not the worst thing that can happen to me. Plus, my reputation is already ruined, so… blah. Screw them.
Alright, so I’ll just…sneak out of the castle the hard way. I’ve done it before. It’s not that hard. Filch is an old geezer anyways. I don’t understand why Tetra hasn’t replaced him yet. I just hope that Peeves doesn’t come swooping in like the pain-in-the-ass douche that he is.
With another sigh, I made my way toward the fireplace. Going through the kitchens would save me a precious amount of time. I’d rather not be making my way down a trillion flights of stairs, only to be caught in the midst of my actions, thank you very much!
Once I had said the password, and the fireplace moved out of the way, I stepped into the kitchen, smiling slightly at the aromas that hit my nostrils. It washed away the ugly remnants of that damn seventh-year boy stench.
Immediately, Wonky scampered up to me, dipping down into a bow. “Good evening, miss; how can Wonky help Miss. Smithson?”
I shrugged. “I guess you can fetch me a treacle tart. Any flavor will do,” I responded. As Wonky scampered off, I walked forward, taking a deep breath as my thoughts ran. I would be going home. Home. And I would be going soon. As I’ve mentioned before, I haven’t been to Oregon in such a freaking long time… could it even be considered my home anymore?
Was I even American at this point?
Pssh…yes. I could never pass for a Brit. Ever.
Oh, this would be interesting. With Rose, Albus, Lily, and James with me in America. In Oregon. In the muggle world. I’m not sure whether to be extremely excited or horrified. I’ve been around magic for so long that it’ll be a bit odd to have to hide it in public. And then, there’s James… oh James… what the hell am I going to…FUCK!! SPEAKING OF THE DEVIL!!
My insides froze as I realized that James Sirius Potter was leaning against the wall, his hazel eyes frozen on me, his mouth half open, his fingers wrapped around a bottle of butter beer. My eyes immediately took in his unkempt hair, his wide liquid eyes, and his lips…oh Zeus, almighty… his lips.
Aaaaaannnnnddd…. Cue the mindfuck.
“E-Elaquay!” he choked out before clearing his throat and looking away uneasily, running a hand through that glorious hair of his.
The tension in the room thickened and I found it extremely hard to breathe. Seriously? Was this really happening to me right now? My lungs burned as I struggled to catch my breath. Maybe it would help if I didn’t look at him. Yes. That should work, right?
I quickly looked down at the ground, shifting my limbs awkwardly. My emotional box was spazzing out like freaking crazy as a thick blush coated my skin. My thoughts went back all the kisses we shared. And they were pretty damn intense, if you ask me.
But…oh freaking hell, the embarrassment! The utter humiliation I felt as I thought about how he had pushed me off, rejected me when I tried to kiss him last time! Do you understand what I am going through right now? Uuuuugggghhhhhhhhhh!!!! Angst overload!!!
“Wassup, James?” I choked out, my voice higher than usual. “I’m like…totally fine. I’m really excited for Oregon, aren’t you? Because I totally am. Holy shit! We can like dance with the hippies and sing songs about trees and then skip off into the sunset and do that corny shit that we hear about in those stories, ya know? Because we’ll be in the good ol’ USA, and America kicks ass, even though you Brits are pretty damn awesome as well—“
“Elaquay, shut up.”
I immediately shut my mouth, my eyes maniacally wide as I stared straight at the beautiful boy in front of me. My hand was shaking and my jaw was clenched, my stomach turning over unceremoniously. Oh God…oh God…what the hell do I do? What do I do? Oh no, I can’t do this.
Major spazz alert!
James sat down, leaning his against the wall, a look of wariness on his face as he stared at me, patting the spot next to him. With a gulp, I shakily made my way over to where he was, leaned against the wall, and slid down as well, hugging my knees to my chest, trying not to freak out over the fact that his body was literally three inches away from me.
I could feel that delicious body heat radiating from his skin, washing over me. Mother of Sweet Holy Grail, was it just me, or was it getting extremely hot in here?
A beat of silence passed between us before I dared myself to look in his direction. “So, what brings ya down here in the dead of night?” I asked, praising myself on the fact that I was able to keep my voice relatively stable.
James kept his gaze forward, a frown gracing his features as he spoke. “Just…stuff. Certain matters. Actually…”
He turned his head to face me. “I’m furious at Lily right now.”
“What did she do?”
“I didn’t know that she was sexually active.”
“No offense, dude, but uh… how did you not know that?”
At this, James’s eyes widened as he stared at me in shock.
“What? You knew about this?”
He shifted his position so that he was sitting upright, staring straight at me.
“How long have you known about this, Elaquay?”
Rolling my eyes, I smirked slightly. “Please, bud. She lost her virginity a long time ago. That I’m sure about. You’re just going to have to deal with the fact that you have a sister who sleeps around. I know that it probably sucks ass, being the big brother of a fourteen year old chick who has more swag than you do, but, we all learn, right?”
I couldn’t help but let out a chuckle at his flat expression. He reached out and yanked a lock of my hair. “Not funny, Els.”
Swatting his hand away, I guffawed like an idiot, forgetting the fact that we were supposed to be awkward. “It so is. Anyways, how did you find this out in the first place?”
James shuddered slightly as he glared forward. “I walked in on her right in the middle of fucking some fifth year Slytherin. She really needs to pick better shagging places; if my sister wants to be a slut, she should at least try and be a slut with class.”
“Ooh, tough,” I responded, still trying to stifle my laughter. Lily was a sultry bitch. Hell, she’d do a chick if someone asked her to. Without a bat of an eyelash.
“Dear Merlin, first I find out that Rose shagged Malfoy, and then I find out that my sister is the school slut.” With a groan, he ran another hand through his hair. “What’s next? Molly shagging Thomas Wright in broom cupboards? I don’t like to think about the fact that some of my female relatives aren’t virgins.”
With another snicker, I reached out and patted his shoulder. “Gotta face da thunder, my friend. It’s reality, especially in our generation. Freaking hell, more than half of the student body here at Hogwarts are probably screwing around. It’s a big castle, dude. Shit happens. And I know that you aren’t so innocent either, Potter, so you have nothing to say.”
It was true. I knew for a fact that James lost his virginity in fourth year to some fifth year chick at a party. I was the first person that he told. I just laughed in his face at the news and teased him about it endlessly for the next few days. Even if the subject is generally unspoken, I know for a fact that James has gotten some. Quite a lot actually. I mean seriously, he’s had a multitude of flings, attended a shit-ton of parties, and hell… he definitely got some with Elisha, seeing how attached they were as a couple.
Rolling his eyes, James smirked before flicking me on the forehead. “You’re one to talk, Smithson. I can’t necessarily see you as a virgin, either. Not at this point.”
I froze up, and immediately looked away, the blush pounding in my cheeks. See… the thing is…uh… haha. Yeah. I’m still a virgin. Yup.
“James. I have never ever screwed anyone,” I answered, still looking at the floor.
“What? No way! I was absolutely sure that you shagged Finnigan at one point,” he stated, raising an eyebrow.
I shook my head. “Nope. Almost… but no. I was too much of a chicken. Yeah… I still have virgin status.”
It was silent for a moment as I absent mindedly twirled a lock of my red hair around my finger, avoiding his eye. I don’t know why I felt so embarrassed about admitting something like this to him. This was James after all. It shouldn’t matter. Wait. Nope. It definitely did.
I chanced a glance at him, and to my surprise, he was smirking. SMIRKING!! WHY THE FREAKING LEPRECHAUN ASSHOLE WAS HE SMIRKING?
“Well, that’s a comforting thought, Els,” he said with a chuckle as he poked my flaming cheek, his eyes holding a wicked glint. “What a cute little virgin, you are. So ignorant to the world… here… let me break it down for you.”
What the hell was he doing?
“When a man loves a woman, they start to—“
“STOP RIGHT THERE!” I said, putting a hand up to halt him in the middle of his sentence.
I was NOT going to receive “the talk” from James Sirius Potter.
That’s just not right.
“Just because I’m a freaking virgin doesn’t mean I’m stupid, you asshole,” I snapped. “I know what sex is.”
The idiot just kept grinning at me.
“Why the hell are you smiling?”
“Because I find it bloody adorable that you are angry about being a virgin.”
Cue blush n’shits n’giggles. Okay, not really, but the blushing part definitely.
“Wha—Jesus, dude! I am not angry about being a virgin!” I snapped. “I’m fine with it!”
I was fine with it, wasn’t I? Sure, Rose has already done it. And so has Lily. Dom probably has at least done it once with all the attention she receives, and hell… I think that even Molly has gotten some! But, it’s fine! Sex isn’t everything.
James gave another hearty laugh, and I was immediately captivated by the sound, his bright dazzling smile and no. NOPE. Stop it, Elaquay.
“Alright, when you do it for the first time, just let me know so that I can shove my bloody fist into his fucking face. He will need the initiation,” he stated after his laughter died down.
My cheeks immediately went red as I looked away again, fidgeting uncomfortably. What the hell was I supposed to say? Gahh, dammit! Why can’t I start babbling again? Actually, no. That would be bad. Really bad. Let’s not go there.
“What the hell makes you think I’m going to tell you if I decide to screw someone?” I asked, raising an eyebrow at him.
The smirk was still present on his face, (anditlookedsofreakingdeliciousomgyummmm) as he pinched my nose. “Because, love, you are a part of the family. And you mean a lot to me. If I didn’t rip his organs out, it would be an insult both to you and the rest of the Weasley-Potters, would it not?”
I knew that Oregon would be interesting, but now… I know that it will be a damn chaotic shit-storm.
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