“Ok,” I said, my voice shaking with rage as I steadily dripped water onto the grass, “Which one of you arrogant prats thought it would be funny to soak me through with a floating ball of water from the lake?!”
 

Paige tried to stop me, but I was too angry. The hex flew out of me in a burst of rage. Suddenly, both James and Fred where covered in a thick goo and there heads had swollen to twice there usual size.
 

Everything was suddenly in slow motion. I turned in my seat and saw a spoonful of mashed potatoes in James’s hand, a mischievous grin on his face. I shouted “NO!”, just as the spoon bent back and sent the blob of food flying towards Drake’s head.
 
 
 
 

He smelt like a mix of cologne but also sweet and musky- like his own personal smell. I didn’t hear what else he was saying- all I could concentrate on was the way his hair fell into his gorgeous eyes.

I felt myself leaning forward to and before I knew what was happening our arms were around each other and our lips meeting.
 
 
 

“Don’t say anything,” he said, placing a finger over my lips. So I didn’t. Stretching my luck to the limit, I leant my head against James chest and closed my eyes. The rhythm of his heartbeat was soothing and it helped me wipe the dream from my mind.
 
 
 
 

“I want to tell them,” I said softly when the worst of the tears had stopped. “They deserve that- they’re our best friends.” I smiled at him. “No more secrets, okay? Just the truth, even if it hurts.”

He nodded and smiled back at me. I wiped the last of my tears from my eyes and took his hand. If we were going to tell them, there was no time like the present to do so…