Subconcious
It's a good thing I'm leaning against this wall. If I hadn't been I don't know what would have happened, but I'm sure it wouldn't have been subtle.
James has a girlfriend.
I looked to my right and there he was, walking down the hall toward me with that obnoxious
adorable
smirk on his face.
I immediately straightened my posture and made sure my shirt was straight.
Because you want to look good when he see's you.
No. Because I'm head girl. I need to look presentable to the head boy.
But then I saw that his arm was around someone. A girl. A cute, short, brunette girl who was looking up at him as if he was the most beautiful thing she'll ever see.
Because he is
not.
How disgusting.
His eyes met mine and I looked away. I needed to look through my bag. I needed to find my book because...
You're jealous
No. I was most definitely not jealous. Disgusted. I was disgusted. That's why I needed to look away immediately. That's why my eyes suddenly started to sting a little and there was that sickening feeling in my tummy. I don't like Potter.
James
I can't stand him.
But he's different now
Potter is rude.
Except when he complimented your new haircut
He's inconsiderate.
Except when he brings butterbeer to the prefect meetings
He's cocky.
He hasn't bragged about himself at all this year
He keeps mussing up his hair.
Only when he's concentrating.
And it's so
cute
annoying.
And why does his new girlfriend keep looking at him like that? Like he's so attractive. He's not that cute.
Yes, he is
No.
I'm not
jealous
jealous.
Potter and I sat in common room
alone
working on some prefect stuff. For some stupid reason I asked about his girlfriend.
Her name is Anne.
She's a
skank
nice person. I don't know why she would date Potter
James
though.
"I think I'm going to break up with her."
My head snapped up and my eyes locked with his.
"I beg your pardon?"
Potter smirked
adorable
"I don't think things are working out so well with her," he said.
"That's too bad,"
Thank God
I sympathized.
Potter shrugged as if it wasn't a big deal. "I'm not that broken up about it. She's not a life partner or anything."
I nodded, "You'll know when your life partner comes around."
He stared at me. Smiling.
Smirking
It was making me self concious. I can't work when he's making me so
flustered
annoyed.
Time for a change of topic.
"Will you hand me that ink bottle?"
Will you be mine?