I’m not sure what is worse: the fact that I did the dirty with James again or the fact that I was sober this time. When you have sober sex, you can’t blame it on the alcohol or anything really. Sure, if I was a guy I would just say “It was my hormones!”, but when a girl says that, she sounds like a dirty old hag that was so desperate to get some that she didn’t have an excuse. Let’s be real…. I didn’t have an excuse.
There was a thick wool blanket over my body (James liked the air to be blasting). I was wearing James’s button up he had been wearing the night before. I could feel it brushing against the very tops of my legs. It barely covered my bottom. I sat up quickly. My clothes were all the way across the room in front of his wiz telly. I immediately felt the regret sinking in as I looked around. No sign of James.
I speed crawled across the floor to my clothes. My knees were on fire as the carpet burn etched itself into my skin, but that didn’t matter. I quickly pulled my pants on (I couldn’t be bothered with finding my underwear), yanked my shirt over his button up and shoved my bra into my pocket. I pushed myself up and rushed around the flat to find my shoes. That was when from the bathroom I heard the toilet flush and out walked James, his boxers being the only thing he was wearing.
“Hey Gigi,” He said nonchalantly, like nothing had happened. I immediately looked away from his amazing chest. I felt embarrassed, even though I had seen much more than that before. He seemed so comfortable, like we hadn’t just slept together the night before.
“I think I’m going to go,” I told him, not looking up as I slipped my shoes on and dashed towards the door. James made it there before me. His eyebrows were almost touching as he looked at me in confusion.
“Are you all right, love?” He asked me, grabbing my chin and making me look up at him. I felt my stomach flip slightly as I looked into his swimming brown eyes.
“You don’t feel…weird?” I asked him. He smiled at me, chuckling as he dropped my face from his hands.
“We will talk later, love. I’ve got a few things to do today,” He said, then he surprised me and quickly swept in and kissed my cheek. I was so flustered that I wasn’t aware he had guided me out of his flat and into the hallway. This wasn’t going to be good.
I sighed, wrapping my thin sweater around me tighter. I wasn’t ready for this. I hated talking to any type of media. I wasn’t good at it. I always shoved my foot in my mouth. Sally normally had to stay close and if I said too much, she would pull me away. Sometimes Sally was good for something. There was always a pre-game frenzy of people wanting to interview the “star” players of the game. The Cannons v. Falcons game was one of the biggest games of the season.
Sally patted my back before guiding me towards the three steps that I had become accustomed to walking up. The flashes of the cameras were something that would blind me every time, I was sure of it. The seat I sat on was probably made to make me feel uncomfortable. Sally placed a hand on my shoulder, doing her fake smile down at me as I had roughly five microphones in front of me. I hate media conferences, I really do.
“Are you and James Potter still dating?”
“Are you cheating on Potter with Gates?”
“Is Gates a past lover?”
”Do you love Gates or Potter more?”
”How did Potter react to you seeing Gates the other day?”
“Are you dating them both?”
Sally cleared her throat, leaning over me to speak in the microphone. “We are here to discuss the game tomorrow, nothing more. If you wish to discuss Genevieve’s private life, we will leave now with no comment.”
The media all whispered things to one another and looked as though they were crossing off questions they had written down. I felt my heart beat calm. Good, I wasn’t going to have to deal with questions of Tyler Gates and about our past. I hadn’t even told James that. I wasn’t ready to. I’m not sure I would ever be ready to.
“Miss Jacobs?” A thin man from Quidditch Weekly asked. I turned towards him. “Do you see Tyler Gates as a threat tomorrow? Are you afraid?”
I felt my breath hitch in my throat. I knew what he meant, but I heard an entirely different question. Something that frightened me to no end. “Yes.” I told him. The cameras immediately began to flash and before I could react, Sally was yanking me up by my shoulder, shouting at the press to hold back their comments as she rushed me far away from the conference room.
“What did I do wrong this time?!” I hissed at her, pulling my elbow out of her falcon-like grip.
“You do not show fear, Genevieve! You cannot let them know that you are frightened by your ex!” She shrieked.
“I’m not-“ I started, but she cut me off with a cold laugh.
“Don’t bother defending yourself now. It’s done,” She sighed, turning away from me. “Think about how horrible you’re making me look.”
"Think about how horrible you make me look." I mumbled. She didn't hear me and for that I was glad.
I giggled, rolling onto my side. The sun was warm on my face and I could feel my skin growing slightly tanner just by being out here for the last hour. I would honestly spend the rest of my life in this exact spot. Except I would get rid of the homework I had. I would throw it right into that river we were lying beside.
“Come in, Gigi!” Hannah yelled from the river. She was in the water up to her neck, smiling at me from the clear blue water.
“I’ll pass, thanks,” I told her. She sighed dramatically, spinning around. I rolled down my socks so that the sun could reach them and lied back on my back.
“Darling, you should really go enjoy the water with your friend,” I heard Tyler whisper to me. I felt a smile creep on my cheeks. His breath was warm on my skin and even though it was so hot out, it still sent a shiver down my spine.
“Or I can enjoy you,” I told him, rolling over so I was on top of him. I heard Hannah yell something incoherent from the river, but I ignored her. I kissed Tyler passionately and felt him smile against my lips. I pressed my body harder against him and he immediately responded by grabbing hold of me tightly.
“Should we be doing this, Gigi?” he asked me. I could see the look of concern in his face and I immediately felt my heart leap. He cared for me.
“I want to do this. With you.” I told him, kissing him softer this time. He smiled at me, then glanced at Hannah. She had her eyebrows raised at the two of us.
“Are you two coming in?” she asked in an irritated tone.
“No, we’re going to head back up,” I told her, a large smile on my face as I got to my feet quickly. Tyler followed suit and ran a hand nervously through his hair. He wasn’t looking at Hannah. She narrowed her eyes, crawling out of the river.
”Why?” She asked in a biting tone. I was a bit taken back. I widened my eyes at her, trying to communicate to her what was going on with my eyes. Best friends could do that, right?
“We uhm… need some time alone,” I tried to explain. She crossed her arms and stared at Tyler.
”Is that true?” Hannah asked him. I blinked a few times in confusion. Why would she be asking him that?
”Yes. She is my girlfriend, afterall.” Tyler snapped at Hannah. Hannah huffed slightly, turning around and going back into the river without a backwards glance.
“Let’s go, sexy,” Tyler cooed in my ear, grabbing a hold of my waist and rushing me up to the school faster than my legs could take me. Love. That was what it was supposed to be.
I hate this. I really do. I want to kill baby hippogriffs at the rate I was going at. I had to be up in three hours. Three measly hours. Any time I fell asleep, I dreamt about Tyler. About memories we had together. It hit a certain tick that I didn’t think was possible to hit. I felt exhausted, hurt, and so fed up.
I fumbled with the covers and shoved them off of me. If I wasn’t going to sleep, I was going to do something useful rather than just lay in bed. I pulled a sweater over me and slipped into some boots. One of the most peaceful places in all of England was atop of our apartment building’s roof.
The door was heavy. I found that I barely had the effort to open it, but somehow managed. A cold breeze hit my face, but it was very much welcomed. I took a big breath of the fresh air as I stepped out onto the cement ground. The door shut quietly behind me. I looked towards my favorite spot to see Barry curled up in a blanket, staring out at the city around us.
“Hey Bare,” I said, coming closer. He had obviously heard me coming and just nodded, grunting something intelligible. “What’re you doing up here?”
“I could ask you the same question,” Barry mumbled. The biting tone in his voice took me back a bit. Normally Barry was very happy, full of energy. I’d never seen him so down.
“You okay?” I asked him, placing a hand on my shoulder. He glared at the dark sky and rolled my hand off of his shoulder. I felt the pang of hurt hit me like a flash flood.
“No, but what’s it matter to you? It’s none of your business,” He hissed. I held my hands up in defeat. If there was one thing I had learned from being on a team full of guys, it was that when they were mad, you just let them be.
“Fine. I’ll see you in a couple hours,” I told him, getting to my feet and making my way back towards the doors that led to the stairs.
“Wait Gigi,” I heard him say. I turned, crossing my arms. “Can you keep a secret?”
“’Course I can,” I told him, going back to my spot. You knew it was a big deal if it was eating Barry Williams alive. Especially if he couldn’t tell his twin brother, Scott, his issue.
“I slept with someone last night,” Barry told me. I snorted despite of myself.
“Isn’t that a good thing? Don’t you men live for that?” I asked him. He sighed, putting his face into his hands.
“With Scott’s wife.” He mumbled, trying to keep his voice muffled, but I heard him loud and clear.
“Oh.” Was all I managed to say. What are you supposed to say when your teammate tells you he slept with another teammate’s wife? Especially if those two said teammates are brothers?
“I know it was a horrible thing to do. He’s my brother! How could I do something like that to him? Mya was just there at the bar and I was nervous because of the game and was drunk and she was drunk and-“ He cut himself off with a big groan, flopping his head into his hands again. I put a hand on his shoulder. I always figured Mya Williams was a little promiscuous, but I didn’t figure that much.
“Talk to me, Barry. How’d it happen.” I told him. He looked back up at me with his large, puppy dog eyes and I almost wanted to cry for him.
“Mya has always been an attractive woman, Gigi. She’s cheated on Scott who knows how many times, but he’s too blind to see it. I went to the pub last night, needing to get away from Quidditch for a bit. I love the game, but there’s only so much you can take. I got drunk. Bartender was covering my tab, you know how it is. That’s when I saw Mya across the bar, flirting with some tiny bloke. I got angry. I knew how many times she had messed with other men and I couldn’t let her do that again to my brother. I stormed across the bar, grabbed her and apparated back to my place.” Barry ran a hand over his stubby hair and continued, “She was angry, telling me how I didn’t control her and neither did Scott….”
He paused, unsure of himself. I nodded for him to continue.
“We were getting heated and just generally pissed off. Then I’m not sure how it happened….we were snogging….and then clothes were coming off and-“
“Spare me the rest of the details, Bare.” I told him. He nodded in understanding.
“After we were done, she made me promise not to tell Scott. I told her I wouldn’t.” Barry mumbled, staring down at his tennis shoes.
“You’ve got to tell him,” I whispered. Barry nodded in agreement with me. “After the game, though.”
“My brother is more important than some game, Gigi,” Barry hissed. I sighed, trying to figure out how to choose my words.
“Yes, but we can’t afford to lose against the Cannons, Barry. Do it for me,” I told him. He looked up at me, studying my face. It was like he knew why I hadn’t been getting any sleep all night. It was like he was the one person on the whole team that understood girls.
“Fine. But afterwards you are standing right next to me when I tell him,” Barry said. I smiled at him, putting my head against his shoulder as he wrapped the blanket around my body.
“You can trust me, Bare.” I told him, closing my eyes and finally getting an hour’s worth of sleep.
The locker room door slammed open with a loud BANG. It shook my locker door. I turned in confusion to see James marching down towards everyone, his face full of fury and his eyes red with anger. This couldn’t be good. At first I thought he was angling himself straight towards me, but no. He was looking at Barry with full intentions of doing something horrible to him.
“What the bloody fuck is your problem?!” James shouted, shoving Barry up against his locker. Though Barry was double the size of James, Barry slammed against his locker from the force.
“What are you talking about, mate?” Barry asked in confusion. The whole team was around them.
“Don’t pretend you don’t know!” James growled, shoving Barry again. Barry fell against the locker again, having not been ready for that shove either.
“Stop shoving me.” Barry warned. James did it again, though this time Barry barely moved.
“Why? What the bloody hell are you going to do about it?” James asked sarcastically, his eyes in slits. Scott immediately jumped in, standing in front of Barry.
“James, what’s going on?” Scott asked him, holding up his hands to show he meant no harm.
“Why don’t you ask your brother?” James said, raising his eyebrows as Barry seemed to be growing nearly as mad as James.
“I didn’t do anything!” Barry defended.
“You did too! I saw you last night with Gigi!” James shouted. I felt all eyes turn towards me as I looked around in confusion.
“Err…what?” I asked. James barked laughter, but kept his eyes on Barry.
“I saw you two cuddled up on top of the roof last night. Heard you talking about how you shagged someone the night before. It was her, wasn’t it?!” James said, moving past Scott so he was in Barry’s face.
“Guys, we have a game that is about to start,” Chris tried to be the voice of reason. James and Barry didn’t even turn towards him.
“We were talking. I didn’t shag her!” Barry defended himself. I felt so small around all these men suddenly. Even though I wasn’t being directed, I felt as though all eyes were on me. Chris was giving me a sympathetic look.
“You’re a bloody liar!” James shoved Barry again. Barry rebounded off the locker and was straight back in James’s face, looking ready to kill. I immediately jumped into action and pulled James towards me. His face was ice cold as he looked down at me.
“James, we didn’t shag.” I told him in my calmest voice. His eyes were studying my face.
“Then who’d he shag?” James asked me. I glanced at Barry and sighed.
“It’s not for me to say,” I told him. James ripped away from my grip and was back at Barry.
“Who was it? If it wasn’t my girlfriend, who was it?” James asked him. Barry glanced at me, begging for my help, but knew I couldn’t do much more.
“Come on, shouldn’t you be bragging about it?” Adam said. I smacked Adam’s shoulder to silence him.
“It’s nothing to be proud of,” Barry told the group.
“She was ugly?” Adam asked. I hit him again. This time he glared at me, but knew to shut up.
“No, but she was someone that mattered a lot to someone close to me,” Barry tried to explain. James was right back into Barry’s face.
“So it was Gigi!” He shrieked. I sighed in frustration as Barry shoved James away from him.
“It wasn’t Gigi!” Barry shouted back.
“Just tell him who it was, mate.” Scott said in frustration. I saw the wave of despair cross Barry’s face. He was so torn between telling the truth or sticking to his word of not saying anything until after the game. I nodded towards him. We both knew it wasn’t going to be pretty, but it had to be done.
“I slept with Mya, Scott. Your wife.” He said. The whole room was silent. James had stumbled back in shock and away from Barry. Everyone’s eyes were on the two. Scott’s face was unreadable. Barry looked ready to break down into tears. For two large men, you never would have been able to see these looks on their faces.
The beater’s on a team always have to share a certain connection. Most of the time they have to even be blood related to play any good. The best beaters are the ones that play together. They are a team in themselves. They play on a whole new level. They play their own game. They work together in ways that chasers never could. There isn’t a better one. They are two parts of a whole. They are closer than close. Especially these two. They are bonded by blood and by the love of the sport. And now with Scott’s wife.
That was why when Scott put one swift punch to Barry’s face, I was not shocked. Barry went down like he had just fallen off of his broom 100 feet in the air. It was more than that, though. It was a ruined friendship. A ruined beater relationship. Most of all, it was a ruined brotherhood that could never be fixed.
Author's Note: I know I left you with so much, but what did you think?! I'm sorry about the wait again! I hope you enjoyed this chapter! I enjoyed writing it. It was like my fingers kept going and I couldn't stop them! Anyways, things are definitely heating up in the team, no?! Gigi just wants to play bloody Quidditch, what don't the boys get about that? Best quotes? Best scene? Opinions? Questions? Thoughts? Let me know them all! Thank you all so much for sticking with this story. It means a lot.
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