His name was Romeo. Well, it still is, but whatever. He was, is, Italian, mysterious, handsome, and his strong accent drives girls into madness. It is ridiculous. I watch girls trip, watching him walk through the halls to his next class. He could smile at a girl (even a guy) and they would fall in love instantly (there are rumors that has been with Harriot's gay best friend, Herman...multiple times. Also, he's been with a list of girl, and this is off the top of my head. Draci, Rona, Blaine, professor Snape, Frieda and Georgia). I swore I hated him. Me and Lucas even joke about an anti-Romeo club. I would never fall for any of his games. I doubt he would even try them on me anyway. I've got big teeth and bushy hair. I swore I hated him, until last night, of course. He stopped me in the hall an hour before curfew.
"Hey, Nicole." I turned to him, not amused.
"What, Romeo." He smirked and ran his fingers through his hair. I rolled my eyes and he spoke quietly.
"I see you all around the school, but I haven't talked to you yet." He smiled. It was almost sincere, like he wanted to start a conversation. "Thought I'd come and chat." He reached out and touched my waist, and I swatted his hand away.
"You're pathetic." I turned and I started walking away.
"Or, you're just in denial." He smiled and leaned against the wall.
"Denial of what?" I whipped my head around and stared at him, angrily shouting. "You're just a man whore that's probably been with every girl in this school! And you can get any girl because, oh! Look, he's so handsome! And, oh look! He has an accent!" I scoffed and turned back around, but he took my hand, and I clenched my fist inside his palm.
"Denial that you like me." He pulled me close, but after that, I can't tell you how it happened. I can't explain how he kissed me, and I defiantly can't explain why I kissed back. Maybe I was in denial. Maybe, I had so much lust for his accent and his body, that I buried it deep, covering it with hatred. What I can't explain most is how I, Nicole Longbottom, woke up in bed with Romeo Vane, the morning after our first conversation. I guess now I get it. It's nothing to do with the girls he's with, because they can't help it. It's something about him speaking to you in Italian in your ear, which blurs the line between love and hate. But there is no love, I'm just a tool. Now I know why he is so proud of himself. He can build a girl up, and then tear her down twice as fast.
Now I live in the shame of being 'one of his girls'.
AU: Romeo-Romilda, Harriet-Harry, Draci-Draco, Rona-Ron, Blaine-Blaise, Freida and Georgia-Fred and George, Lucas-Luna, Nicole-Neville