A/N: Hey guys, I know i havent updated some stories in a while, but with the new season of HoA i thought I'd give you guys a little something to read while I try and get caught up! I hope you enjoy, read, review, tell me what you think! xx c:
Anubis house was always a rather interesting house. All of its inhabitants seemed to be content with it, but for some others, Anubis was more than a place to live; it was THE place to live. For Willow, Anubis House was the best house on campus, and she was determined to do anything she had to in order to live there. When Willow heard that her former house mate KT scored a room at Anubis, you could imagine the girl was jealous. No, jealous wasn't quite the correct word. Envious was more appropriate, though she hardly showed it. After all, it really wasn't KT's fault. Sure, she stole the spot that Willow had been waiting two years for, but surely she didn't do it on purpose.
Willow, having a slight obsession with Anubis House, was always slipping into the house to visit the students that lived there. Mainly the reason was to try to get a room at Anubis. Willow figured if she got close to the students, maybe they would help convince Mr. Sweet to let her stay there permanently. Oh, that would be the day alright. She could hardly bare to think about it. With a wide smile, the girl threw her school bag across her bedroom so that it slid under her bed and proceeded to skip away, pushing straight through the doors of Isis and making her way to Anubis for her daily visit. Her trips to Anubis house have become a regular thing now. Some of the kids thought it a bit strange at first, but they've learned to accept it. Well, most of them have anyways.
Then of course, there was Mara. Mara did not like Willow at all purely based off of the fact that Willow had been trying to 'steal' –as she puts it– the spare bed in Amber's room from her since the first day of the new term. The dark haired girl felt as though Willow was only there to steal her room, and her boyfriend. Oh yes, that's right. Mara Jaffray was actually jealous of Willow Jenks. She thought that somehow Willow would end up stealing Jerome from her. She knew all about the huge crush she used to have on the boy, and didn't like it one bit. In fact, Mara hated it, and there were very few things in the world that Mara Jaffray tagged with the word 'hate'. Not knowing of this, Willow just assumed everyone felt the same way about her as most people did. Most people saw her as the odd girl, who was nice but interesting as they usually put it. She was in no way a boyfriend stealer, and she had never really planned on becoming one.
The truth of the matter was simple. Yes, she had had a huge crush on Jerome for some years now, but that didn't mean she was going to take him from his girlfriend. Willow respected their relationship, and simply admired the boy from afar. That was another thing that bothered Mara. Whenever Willow and Jerome were in the same room, she had a pretty good guess as to what the silly girl was thinking. She didn't like how Willow tried to deny her feelings towards Jerome, when actually she wasn't denying them at all but simply not showing them while he has a girlfriend. To do so would be completely disrespectful and rude. Besides, Jerome barely knew the poor girl existed.
Reaching her desired destination, her sparkling green eyes gazed up at the house as they always did, as she let out that same gasping sigh of awe. Her smile grew wider, getting more excited. "Squee!" the girl exclaimed in delight, giddily clapping her hands whilst jumping up and down. The girl couldn't resist rushing right inside, heading straight for Amber's room. The door was open, she found. Casually, Willow crept in and looked around, that same look of awe on her face. "How exquisite!" As she continued to look around, a slight frown came across her when she saw all of Mara's things piled on the other side of the bed. She still wasn't finished resettling in. Willow traced the walls with her hands as she walked the perimeter of the room that was almost hers. A ruckus from downstairs caused the girl to jump, backing away from the wall. "Eek!" her voice squealed. The brunette peeked her head out into the hall to see what all of the fuss was about. Her eyes widened when she saw who it was, her mouth forming another smile.
"Hi Jerome," she said in that soft, but high and excited tone of hers. The blonde looked up and met Willow's eyes. He was actually glad she was there. Maybe she could help him with his dilemma.
"Oh, hello Willow," he sounded. "I don't suppose you could come down and give me a hand?" Her facial expression immediately turned from excited to see Jerome to wide eyes and a gasped look, as if she had just found out an incredible secret. Her jaw literally dropped, and her head poked back inside the room. The girl's eyes closed, her hands overlapping each other across her chest as she backed into the wall and slid down it. Talking out loud to herself, she gave herself a mini fangirl moment.
"He want's my help," she whispered, letting out a happy sigh. Standing, she rushed back out the door to the top of the stairs, ready to come to Jerome's aid. "I can help you Jerome!" she squeaked. That was when it became clear what exactly he needed help with. It seemed as though Mara was having him bring up even more of her stuff to her new room. How much stuff could one girl have for crying out loud? Just the same, it must have been awfully heavy, for it appeared as though the tall blonde had dropped the box seeing as how its contents were spilt. "Oh dear, I can see why you want help!" The girl started to rush down the stairs, a serious mistake on her part. Jerome looked up to see the girl rushing and he immediately spoke out to warn her.
"Willow be careful!" she shouted. She hadn't watched her footing, and tripped over an object on one of the steps, slipping –or stumbling– down the stairs.
"Whoa!" was all that she said before she went crashing down the staircase. As soon as she fell, the blonde had moved some of the other things off of the stairs quickly and stepped further up to prevent her from falling any further. Luckily the girl wasn't hurt, and fell straight into Jerome's arms. "Oomf!" she sounded, recalculating what had just happened.
"Whoa, Willow are you okay?" the boy asked her, his arms wrapped around her. It hadn't clicked for the girl yet that she was in the arms of Jerome Clarke; the very boy she had been crushing on for the longest time. Placing a hand on her head, she turned somewhat to face the boy and look him in the eyes yet at the same time still practically cradled in his arms.
"Oh… Jerome…" she said, her expression fading slightly, her green eyes staring into his own. "You saved me," she narrated. A moment of silence passed between them, their eye contact lasting throughout. "Thank you," she added. The blonde suddenly realized that he was still staring at the girl. Snapping back to reality he coughed, clearing his throat and helped Willow stand upright.
"Yeah, well I couldn't just let you fall down the stairs," Jerome said, trying to avoid staring at her anymore. The girl peered over at him, her blank expression still there.
"Right," she said simply. "Well let me help you now," the brunette insisted. The two of them cleared the stairs of the rest of Mara's things, putting them back in the box. Their hands accidentally touched as the both reached to pick the box up.
"Oh… I'm sorry," the boy apologized, his cheeks flushing with the slightest shade of pink that was barely noticeable. Clearing his throat yet again, he bent over once more to get the box. "Here, I'll get it Willow, it's rather heavy."
"Well the least I could do is help carry it." Willow touched his hand with hers, grabbing the box as well. There it was again; that awkward pause of silence and eye contact, only this time Willow had a slight smile on her face. "Something wrong, Jerome?" The blonde again snapped back into things and shook his head no. He hid his face for a moment, turning away. Willow in return, turned the same way, looking to see if he was alright.
"I'm fine, Willow, thank you though. Alright, let's get this thing upstairs; but no falling down this time," he joked. The girl laughed, heading upstairs simultaneously as Jerome did. After succeeding, Willow turned to look at the boy once more.
"I really want to thank you for saving me, Jerome," she said sweetly. Jerome waved her comment away like the whole thing was no big deal. Her expression changed to a rather serious one now. "No really, you were like, amazing. A true hero." The girl gasped a second, looking away only to look right back. "My, hero." Jerome looked up at her to find the girl smiling with her hands folded over her ribcage.
"Right," the blonde noted, a tiny smile of his own starting to show. "Well that's all I really needed help with, so if you–" before he could finish his sentence, Willow ran up and kissed him on the cheek. Incredibly bad timing on her part, unfortuneately, for Mara happened to be walking by at that very second.
"Jerome!" she called, an angry tone to her voice. "And Willow?" Oh boy, was she furious. "What's going on?" the girl demanded. Willow pursed her lips, putting her hands behind her back and slowly stepping back. Jerome turned to face his girlfriend and explain.
"Mara, calm down, it was nothing. Willow was helping me pick up your things that you asked me to bring up since they spilled everywhere. She fell down the stairs, I caught her, and she was just thanking me." Mara crossed her arms, not buying it.
"And she has to thank you with a kiss?" Jerome had no idea what had gotten into Mara lately, but she was acting very bitchy and controlling ever since they got back to school. It was very irritating, and was starting to get on his nerves. Willow, feeling uncomfortable in this situation stepped forward to comment.
"Sorry to interrupt, but I suppose I'll just be going now," she spoke, starting to leave. The blonde reached his hand out, stopping her from leaving. Naturally, she backed up once more to where she had been. Mara's eyes went wide at Jerome's actions, waiting for an explanation. Jerome let out a heavy annoyed sigh, crossing his arms as well.
"I don't need to explain everything I do to you, Mara. If it wasn't for you making me carry all of your things up here for you, Willow wouldn't have come to help me, she wouldn't have fallen down the stairs by tripping over your things, and I wouldn't have had to save her." The girl was dumbfounded at what she was hearing.
"What are you saying, Jerome?" The blonde's arms dropped to his sides as he continued.
"I'm saying that you need a serious attitude adjustment, Jaffray." The dark haired girl's expression made it seem like she's never been so offended in her life. Even Willow gasped at that comment.
"Oh is that what you think?"
"That's what I know! Oh, and there's one more thing I wanted to do," he added. Turning around, he took an unexpecting Willow's wrist. Pulling her close into him –causing her to break from a daydream– while cupping the side of her face, the boy kissed her right in front of Mara. Both girls were taken aback by this gesture, one in a good way, the other, not so much. The kiss only lasted about ten seconds, but after it was over, in the silence all you could here was the brunette whisper wow.
"Jerome Clarke!" Mara screeched. Jerome turned back around to look at Mara in silence. Pulling Willow along with him, the two left the room, heading downstairs and leaving Mara behind.
