Disclaimer: still don't own.
a/n: well, this is part II of Unfortunately, You Owe Me Nothing. (read the it 1st or this will not make very much sense) Personally, I think that one's better, but I was feeling angsty and finally thought of a way to continue this plot line. It will probably be a trilogy, eventually so don't worry, this is certainly not the end.
Deepest thanks to the 3 reviewers of UYOMN, MalfoysPinay, lilu05, and my ff bff, thewordiscool, who all asked for a continuation. Hope you guys like it!
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It's Too Late
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"Katie, wait."
Why is it always that we have these confrontations on the Quidditch pitch? I don't turn around, but instead look at the wet pieces of grass stuck to my shoes. I do stop though. Mostly because if I don't, he'll make me and I don't think I can bear him touching me now.
"Katie, please listen to me."
I turn around. I can't help it. He stands there, hands in his pockets, looking like he hasn't slept in as week. No, no pity. I tell myself.
"I…Mary and I broke up."
I turn my back to him and start walking away.
"Katie, no! Please, I want to talk to you!"
I whirl around. "So you think you can just drop her because you think you can have me? That's not fair, Oliver, not to either of us." I turn back around and keep walking, towards the exit and safety. Of course he follows.
"No, Katie, she broke up with me! I've been trying to tell you that for the last week and a half!"
Tears start to build in my eyes and I stop, concentrating all my efforts on not letting him see I'm crying.
"It wasn't working out, she said. We both need to see other people…"
He had stopped as well, a few feet behind me, as if not wanting to scare me off by getting to close.
"I thought…Katie, I like you a lot, and I thought that you might…"
"Well you thought wrong." I say harshly. It's too late. I tell myself. It's too late for you. Your friendship's already broken along with any chance of something more. It's too late.
"Oh."
I'm glad I can't see the look on his face as I smash his hopes and throw them back at him. He just stands there for a minute and I want to turn around and hug him. I want things to go back to the way they were when we were just team-mates, just best friends. More than anything I want to be able to look him in the eye again.
"Well, I'll see you around, Katie."
He walks away, feet making little squelching sounds on the wet grass. I wait until I can no longer hear his footsteps, then collapse down on the grass and cry.
a/n: review please! & happy holidays, everybody!