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Chapter 16 : State the Obvious
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I realize you love yourself more than you could ever love me
So go and tell your friends
"Hey, sweetie." I looked up to see Alex coming to join me on the couch. I smiled at her and put my arm around her shoulder when she sat down. She leaned her blonde head against my shoulder and nuzzled into my neck.
"How was your day?" she said, speaking again when I didn’t say anything.
"It was good; I can’t believe that it’s June already. Exams are next week. Not that I’m studying, or anything of the sort, it’s just that Exams mean the end of school. Next year we’ll be Seventh years!"
"That is rather exciting, isn’t it?" she said, smiling. Her lips were glossy and pink. I didn’t like kissing her when she had stuff on her lips, because it always came off on mine and I did not appreciate having fruity-smelling lips.
We sat in silence for a few minutes, leaning against each other, before Alex got up and headed up to my dorm. I raised my eyebrows; no girl had ever been up there besides Anastasia, and I had a feeling that Alex was interested in something that Anastasia was not.
I followed her up, curious, and she closed the door behind us after checking that none of my dorm-mates were there. "So," she said flirtatiously. "You’re looking very handsome today."
I smiled. "Am I now?" I took a few steps closer to her. "Because I’m just not feeling it."
She took a few steps closer as well. "Well let me prove it to you." She closed the gap and pushed her lips forcefully onto mine. I immediately noticed a difference in the way she snogged me. She was a girl with a motive, a motive that I wasn’t very eager about.
When Alex and I had finally stopped feuding months previous, and started talking, she was sweet, entertaining, albeit lacking flare. I had taking such a liking to her; I was completely captivated. Once I had started fighting with my beloved Marauders and Anastasia, it was downhill from there. And it all led to this moment.
Alex was no longer the innocent, kind girl I had met.
My suspicions were almost confirmed as she began guiding me over to a bed. It was Anastasia’s bed. I jerked her around so that we headed towards my own instead. Not once did we break the contact of our lips and Alex’s tongue had gotten into my mouth. I tasted fruity lip gloss.
She took control of our movements once again and backed me into the bed so I fell over onto it and she was on top of me. I lay there, snogging my girlfriend thinking:
What kind of fool am I? . . . I’m in Sixth year! I should be jumping at the chance to shag Alex . . . But why am I not?
And then it happened; Alex went to unbutton my pants. I couldn’t take it. I broke the contact between our lips and put distance between us, though we were both sitting on my bed. She looked confused, and a little hurt. She also looked slightly comical with her bright blonde hair sticking up in various places, and a line of pink going from her mouth to her neck.
"I can’t do this, Alex," I told her, looking straight at her. "It doesn’t feel right."
Alex scoffed. "Why not? It’s not like you haven’t done it before?"
What? What!? That was all I could think. Where in the bloody hell did Alex get the idea that I wasn’t a virgin. I spluttered at her, unable to form words.
"I mean, it’s obvious that you and Anastasia were sleeping together before us."
And then I didn’t know whether to laugh, or to cry, or to talk incoherently some more. It was insane to think that me and Anastasia had been . . . Had been -shagging!?! "Where the fuck did that idea come from?"
Alex looked taken aback. "Well, isn’t it true?"
"No!" I cried. I jumped up from the bed and crossed the room, fixing my mussed hair and made sure that there were no traces of Alex’s make-up on my face.
Alex had stayed on the bed, but turned to face me. She was picking at a stray string in the comforter. "I honestly have a hard time believing that, and I’m sure the majority of other people would too."
"I can’t believe you won’t just accept this and get over it!" I cried at her, not angry, but frustrated. All I wanted was to go on like this little escapade hadn’t happened.
"I can’t believe that you’re a seventeen year old guy who won’t have sex," Alex said, giving me this look that made me want to do nothing other the growl. "I mean . . . Seriously! That's the most pathetic thing I've ever heard!"
"Get out!" I yelled, angry this time.
She stomped and threw the door open, and left, without a look back.
I couldn’t believe it. Alex had always been the nicest person I knew, and she had gone from sweetheart to bitch in seven seconds flat. I lay down on my bed, just staring up at the ceiling, wondering if maybe I should have just gone with it.
Fucking girls, I thought. Wait . . . Way too ironic again. Stupid girls. Running around all nice, and then wham! They're bitch!
"Hey, what’s going on, mate." I turned over to see Anastasia standing in the doorway. It was three in the afternoon on a Sunday, and she was still in her polka-dotted pajama pants and a t-shirt that rode up a bit on her stomach because of the way she was leaning on the doorframe.
"I think me and Alex broke up," I told her. I wasn’t completely sure because we hadn’t actually transpired those exact words, but the point was across well enough.
"Erm. I’m sorry?" Anastasia said, offering a pitiful attempt at a sad smile. "Actually, no I’m not. And there’s no way in hell that I’m going to pretend to be."
I smirked at her. At least some things never changed. "I wouldn’t want you too. You wouldn’t be Anastasia if you did."
She came over and lay down on top of my bed. The bed was fairly small, and she had pushed me over and I was beginning to fall off. "So, who do I need to beat up?" she asked.
"All those people who . . . Oh, never mind."
It wasn’t a split second between the time I finished the sentence and the time that Anastasia was pulling my hair. "You know I don’t like it when you do that. You need to tell me!"
"Alright, alright!" I cried. "Just let go of the hair!"
She smirked and let go, and began to laugh when I massaged my scalp. "According to Alex, everyone thought that we were sleeping together."
Anastasia looked as shocked at the news as I had felt. "And that’s why you guys broke up?"
"No, we er, well. We broke up when I wouldn’t shag her and then she brought that up."
Anastasia stood up and smoothed back some of her own hair that was sticking up. "Yeah, well people have no idea what they’re talking about." Then, without another word she went down to the common room. I had a bad feeling about it, and got up to follow her.
As soon as I exited my dorm and got onto the steps, I heard a screech and a series of bumping and knocking. I finished my descent of the steps and saw Anastasia jumping up from the ground.
"Spaz," I whispered laughing.
But Anastasia did not laugh. Her eyes were too busy scanning the common room. She stopped dead and I assumed she found who she was looking for. I had a feeling that I knew who she was looking for.
"Hey, bitch!" Anastasia crossed the room so she was standing directly behind Alex on the couch. Yep, I was right.
Alex turned around and had a nasty look on her face. "What the hell do you want, Xanthis, and can you get it somewhere else?"
Anastasia stood still, and her arms trembled. I took a step backwards. Rarely did she get this angry, but when her arms started trembling from containing her anger, it was always when her magic became uncontrollable.
And I was right. Again, just like I always am. I dropped to the floor as a heard something whiz across the room from behind me. It was a fairly large rectangular object flying; it turned out to be a book. Alex saw it coming just in time as well, and ducked so that she was no longer in view. When she resurfaced, her hair was a putrid pukey color and Anastasia was smirking.
"I don’t care what kind of rubbish you say to or about me," growled Anastasia, glaring at Alex so dangerously that I was surprised that the blonde (or, not so much, at the moment) wasn’t in tears or melting into a puddle on the ground. "But when you mess with my friends, you’re going to get messed up as well."
And there was a sickening crunch as Alex’s nose bent backwards from a good, hard punch delivered by Anastasia. "You’ve called me a guy before," explained Anastasia, as she headed away from Alex, who was being helped by some of the people around her, "so you should have known that I’d hit just as well as one too."
She came back over to me and stood before me, smiling up at me with a shine in her eyes. "I know you must not appreciate being defended by a girl, but she’s had it coming for a while. Please understand?"
Anastasia looked so hopeful and little guilty as she looked at me with pleading eyes; I kissed her on each temple and put her forehead to mine. (I had to bend down quite a bit, of course.) "Once a best friend, always a best friend."
A/N: Man, I'm definetly over-using this Trusted Author thing. I've got to put a limit on myself. Hope you guys liked this chapter - kinda a little too drama filled, eh?
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