Chapter 3

Holly's POV

He kissed me. Why did he kiss me? I thought as I made my way to the closest women's bathroom. I locked my self in the stall and tried to think this through. I sat there for several minutes, and then came out. I paced along on wall. Why would he kiss me? I'm no appealing, aren't I? I'm ugly. Why did he kiss me? I'm at least three years younger than him, maybe more. Ugh. Although, on the other hand, he is kind of cute, but he's not my type, is he? I thought as I walked through the exit.

"Holly, I'm sorry," Chris ran up to me and led me over to the wall. "I don't know why I did that. I'm really sorry. Please forgive me," he looked at me with eyes of silver-blue and a look I couldn't resist but feel sorry for him.

I sighed heavily and while giving him a hug, I whispered into his ear, "not even close, dude."

"Why not?" he whispered back.

"Because I'm not that stupid."

"Of course you're not stupid. You're just so—so—so—"

"So what?"

"So perfect and wonderful."

Awwwwwww, that's so sweet, I could hear my conscience saying. Oh, shut up, I thought.

"That's really sweet of you," I sighed again, "maybe you should have another chance."

"Really?"

I nodded. "No."

A look of despair crossed his face.

"Kidding… but just one chance."

"Thanks Holly thanks a lot," he squeezed me tightly then released me from his grasp.

"Okay, get out of my bubble," I said, poking him away.

Paul walked up to us.

"Nice going," I heard him whisper.

"Shut up," Chris replied.

"Well, after that little ordeal, can we all get a move on now?" Paul asked.

I nodded, "I guess so."

"This way then," he pointed to a chauffeur. "He'll be taking us to the train station."

I followed Paul and Chris into the limo and read the rest of the time to the train station.

"This way, Holly," Chris reached out his hand for me to take and I did.

"Hey, Paul," I tapped his shoulder and caught up with him.

"Yeah," he turned around and put a piece of chocolate brown hair behind his ear.

Wow, I've never seen him look so… so… so… what's the word…oh… HOT! I thought in my head.

I stood there, staring dreamily at him studying his facial features, breathing in his beauty, and biting my lower lip.

"What are you staring at?" his deep blue, almost navy, eyes looked back in to mine, almost as if searching my soul. "Holly?"

I was speechless.

"Holly? Is something wrong?" Chris walked up and waved a hand in front of my face but I didn't care.

"Holly, what are you staring at?!" Paul was about to slap me, but Chris intercepted him.

"I know something that might bring her back," he grabbed my shoulders and leaned in closer to me.

"Do you really want to blow your chance now?" I shook a finger at him.

"See, it got her back," Chris looked from me to Paul to the train, "but now it's time to go!" he grabbed my wrist and pulled me onto the train, into a room, and plopped me down on the seat next to him.

"Work on the landing next time," I said feeling pain in my butt.

"So, there's going to be a next time?" he raised his eye brows at me.

"Don't press your luck," I gave him a death stare as Paul sat down on the seat across from us.

"Okay, I won't try to," Chris smiled at me.

I, for some reason, smiled back.

"Okay, if you guys are going to act all gross in front of me, please stop. I really don't want to lose my lunch," Paul gagged.

"Oh shut up," I kicked his leg and winked at him.

"Don't lead him on!" Chris straightened up.

"Excuse me?"

"I saw you. You were flirting with him."

"No I wasn't.

"Yes you were. I saw you wink at him and smile afterwards."

"Uh!" I slapped him across the shoulder with the back of my hand.

"Okay before you guys kill each other, I'll say this now," Paul interrupted. "I have a girl friend. So technically, Holly can't have me."

"Why would I?"

"See, she doesn't like me," Paul's hands shot up.

"Okay, okay."

I rolled my eyes at Chris and smiled.

"So, Holly, what were you going to ask me before you went into your dreamland?" Paul crossed his arms.

Dude, don't do that. You look so hot doing that and unless you want Chris to kill you, I suggest you stop looking so damn hot.

"Um, I'll be going into fourth year right? And what year is Harry in?"

"Yes and he's in his fourth, too."

"Wait, so that means James must have done a certain something while he was married to Lily," Chris realized.

"Yeah, I know it sounds wrong; but, now Harry has some one else in his blood line."

"Then what's his relation to you?" Chris questioned.

"Step-sibling," Paul and I said at the same time.

"Would you stop bringing her on!" Chris attacked Paul.

"Guys! Guys! Stop it! Stop acting like five-year-olds!" I said pulling them apart and kneeling on top of Chris' chest to hold him down. "You want me to like you back?" I said to his face.

He nodded.

"Well, then stop it. Paul is not turning me on. And currently… neither are you," I got off of him and sat back down, watching him get up and sit down next to me.

The train came to a stop twenty minutes later.

I was about to leave the cabin and follow Paul when Chris grabbed my arm.

"I'm sorry."

He looked at me and took a step closer. I took a step back and realized the wall was behind me and I had nowhere to run. He took a step forward and cornered me.

"I'm sorry."

"Really?"

"Yes, really. I would go to the ends of the earth for you."

"Well, then when you get there, stay there," I snuck around him and walked off the train.

"Chris! Come on, it's time to go!" Paul called after I got off.

"I'm coming; I'm coming, jeez," he got off the train and followed Paul, as was I, silently.