The compartment door closed. Katie sighed and leant on the window. She glanced at her wrist and touched it gently, and winced. Marcus had grabbed it. Grabbed it when the scar was still fresh. Katie pulled the sleeve up and stared at her slashed wrist. Her wrist looked red, angry-looking. And the fresh scar was forming blood, Marcus had grabbed her too hard. She looked at the sleeve and saw 3 tiny drops of blood on it, and sighed. Katie pulled out a tissue and dabbed her scar. She then plastered a plaster on it and covered it with a wristband. Good thing she used to wear wristbands since her third year. Nobody would suspect it.

"Bell!" Somebody shouted. Katie turned around and saw a grinning mouth lined crookedly with small, shining and sharp teeth. Katie grimaced and took a step backwards and looked up, "Flint."

"You look like you need to get off, Bell," Flint murmured as he snaked his arm around Katie's hips and pulled her towards him, "I can help you with that..."

"I'm sorry Flint, but I just cannot... get off with your tiny cock, Flint... It's nice of you to offer though, but meet me when it grows up, okay?" Katie retorted and pushed Flint away and walked away. 'Agh!' Katie thought as she suddenly stopped and gasped. Flint grabbed her wrist, hard. "See you after the feast, Katie... I'm sure you'll like it..."

Katie bit her lip and blinked back her tears, it hurt! "An inch to your non-existent cock won't please me, Flint, so sorry..." Katie then pulled her wrist away and ran off.

Her thumb rubbed the black wristband as she watched the sceneries pass by. Katie then glanced at her watch and look at the compartment door anxiously, Where are they?! Katie thought as she frowned and put her legs on the seat across. Suddenly, laughter broke out, and a tide of footsteps peppered outside the door, and it opened. Angelina stumbled in, still laughing. Following her were Alicia, George then Fred. They all collapsed in one laughing heap.

"What is so funny?" enquired Katie, with an amused look on her face.
"Oliver... Flint..." gasped George and he fell back into the clutches of laughter again.
"They... He... Oliver... Dare... Kiss!!!" Fred mumbled and beat the floor with his fists, unable to contain the funniness of something.
"WHAT?!" asked an exasperated Katie
Alicia finally calmed down, and got up, "Oh Kath, you should've seen it!!! We dared Oliver to go up to Flint, say some romantic words, and kiss him on the lips!!!"

The laughing heap laughed more, if that was possible. Katie stared at the giggling Alicia, her mouth a perfect circle, "WHAT?!" Katie shrieked.

Angelina got up and sat across Katie, "It's true!!! It's true!!! Oliver finally agreed after we threatened to burn his broom! He... he... oh," Angelina started laughing again, this time so hard that she fell down to the floor, head-first.

"He went up to Flint and said, "Mon amour, je suis tombé amoureux de vos dents" then..." George had to bite Angelina's ankle to stop himself from laughing, then his expression turned into disgust and opened the window and spat out,

"Then Oliver grabbed Flint's shoulders, "Vos dents, mon amour... est si irrésistible..." and leant in and kissed him smack on the lips!!!" Fred chortled

Alicia giggled, "Flint was so surprised!!! He didn't do anything!!! He just touched his lips and stared at Oliver, who was running away to the bathroom!"

"Wait! Wait! What does all of those frenchies mean?!" Katie cried,

"Well, the first one meant, 'My love, I've fallen in love with your teeth' and the second meant, 'Your teeth, my love... is so irresistible...' " giggled Alicia.

Just then, the compartment door opened, and in entered a disgruntled Oliver. All of them started laughing again. "Shut. Up." muttered Oliver and sat down beside Katie, "You better keep your promise!"

Katie glanced at Oliver, "What promise?"

Fred suddenly stopped laughing and muttered, "Oh, you know, the not-burning of Oliver's broom.."

Katie shrugged and stretched her leg, BOCK! Everyone sat still and stared down. Katie had accidentally kicked Angelina's head.

"Oh Ange! I'm so sorry!!! Ange? Ange... ?" Katie cried, then swoop down and shook Angelina's shoulders.

"I think... she passed out..." Alicia said, her face white.

Katie sighed as she sat on the grass. She stared up at the scattered stars across the night sky as the cold wind whipped her hair, and blew her scrunchie away as it was loosely-tied. Her dark brown hair billowed behind her as Katie shivered and lay down.

Oliver was rummaging through his locker to find his broom,The twins had better not burn Jake! Oliver thought angrily, and Jake of course was his pet name for his broom. Then suddenly Oliver remembered it was stored in the broom's cupboard outside, at the pitch. He then walked out and into the pitch and saw Katie, still sitting, her scrunchie was still dancing with the wind. And he gasped, and drank in the sight.

Katie's hand searched for her pocket. Her hand then found it and entered it, feeling through its contents. Where's my army knife? thought Katie glumly.

Oliver saw Katie lying down, still staring at the sky. He wanted to go to here, to say... hi, tho as lame as it may sound. He just wanted to be there, near Katie, beside him. No, he wanted Katie in his arms, he wanted Katie to be his, he wanted Katie to love him back. Oliver bit his lip and glanced around to see if anyone was there. Suddenly, he saw a glint of light, Oliver turned towards Katie and saw that she was holding up a small blade. What? thought Oliver, confused.

Katie sighed and pulled off her wristband, and sat up. She then traced her scars with the blade, loving the anticipation of a slash, loving every caress of the cold sharp blade, and the fresh sting of her still red scar. Katie then turned the blade upright and slashed her wrist quickly, her new scar overlapping the old scars.

Oliver's mouth dropped in surprise as he saw Katie slashing her arm. His body went numb, he wanted to reach out for her. But he couldn't. His mouth opened to shout Katie's name, but suddenly it clamped back down. No, Katie won't appreciate you seeing her doing what she did. Oliver thought gravely.

Katie was adding another scar. She was breathing quickly, the excitement of cutting herself was running deep in her veins. Her eyes were shiny from tears. Tears of what? Happiness... thought Katie, Happiness, sadness, guilt... Suddenly, a voice called out, "Katie!" Katie freezed, shock for a split second. But she quickly whipped the bloodied blade into her pocket, wipe her flowing blood with her robe [Thank God for black robes!] and quickly concealed the fresh, and still flowing scars with her armband. Katie wiped her eyes and turned around, and saw a smiling Oliver walking towards her.

"What are you doing here, Katie" smiled Oliver, then he frowned, "Have you been crying?" Katie shook her head, even though her red eyes were still there, proving her to be a liar. "You've been crying..." murmured Oliver as he reached out for Katie and hugged her, "It's not your fault, you know, that Angelina fainted after hitting her head at floor. It's Angelina's fault actually, she shouldn't have laughed so much..." Oliver then felt Katie shaking, "Yeah, you can wipe your snot on my robes, I don't mind you know..." Katie then half-laughed and half-cried, "Th-- Thanks, Ozzy..." Oliver smiled, "Didn't I tell you to not call me Ozzy? I'm not a fan of biting bats' heads off, you know." Oliver then felt Katie's arms around his shoulders, and he smiled, his hope of Katie liking him was resurrected once more.

a/n: okay! I know I suck, but hey, if you think I suck, review kay? And tell me why I suck too. So I can improve of being more... suckier =D