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CHAPTER FOUR:

I stormed out of the building, and it took me a minute or so to realise that Harry was walking along behind me. I decided to walk through the labyrinth of the school, through dark corridors and along different floors, just to see if I could lose him. Eventually Harry realised what I was doing, and ran to walk alongside me. Without looking at him, I said, through gritted teeth,

"What are you doing, stalker?" I heard him laugh, and he replied,

"I'm not stalking you. I'm just taking a nice leisurely stroll through the school. Beautiful scenery. Very nice, uh, tables." I headed towards my locker and said,

"Is your sole intention in life to irritate me beyond belief?"

"Not my sole intention, no."

"Right, but one of your intentions." I turned towards him as he replied with a grin,

"Correct." I reached my locker and propped myself up against my locker. I leaned towards him and said,

"Well, it's working. You are quite possibly the most annoying person I have ever met. And believe me, I've met annoying people. I have a younger brother."

"I am honoured to be so high up in your list of annoying people," he declared. With a sigh, I slid down the lockers and said,

"You know what's most annoying about you?" He slid down next to me, then answered, smiling,

"Go on. Enlighten me." I frowned at him and said, almost questioningly,

"Nothing seems to faze you. Even when I brush you off, you keep coming back. You're like a really eager puppy." He laughed then, a sound that made me want to smile too, though I refrained, and said,

"There are worse things to be called, you know, than a puppy. I find it a compliment, especially from you."

"See? There it is again! I just tried to insult you, and you didn't care! You turned it around! You're so irritating!"

"It's just the way I am. It doesn't mean I'm not hurt by insults, but…When there are stories printed about you in the tabloids every single week, saying I'm a man-whore, or a horrible person, or I slept with ten fans in a day, well…You learn to deal with hurtful comments." He smiled again, somewhat sadly, and tried to make light of his little speech, said, "World of fame. There are so many extraordinary parts to it, that a few occasional bad things don't affect it too much. Fame is but a game." I snorted with laughter,

"Right, did you just make that up?"

"The fame game thing? Yeah, I did…It sounded cooler in my head, I swear." He looked at me for a second and said, "It made you laugh though." I rolled my eyes and said,

"It did, yes. Upon occasion, you can be somewhat amusing." He leaned towards me and did that thing with his eyes again. God, why did he have to have green eyes? It just wasn't fair. I had a major thing for guys with green eyes. Green eyes represented, to me, a mysterious boy from somewhere far away, who had secrets and so many mysteries surrounding him it was unreal. They did not symbolise an over-confident guy who's in a boyband. Even though he wasn't the enigmatic boy of my dreams, he had green eyes. Green. And…when he turned his head slightly to the side, they looked blue. And, woah, when he tilted his head upwards, they went a steel grey. He had multi-fucking-coloured eyes. Okay, so, maybe he wasn't as far from the mystery gypsy boy as I'd thought. As he read the posters on the wall in front of us, I took the time to examine him further. Oh great, now I sound like a creep. His brown hair fell in soft curls, framing his face. I could vaguely smell Abercrombie on him. Fuck. Creep factor officially just rose even more. What I mean, though, is that I could tell he was wearing new Abercrombie without even looking at him. Any sane girl cannot resist that Abercrombie & Fitch smell. It's such an amazingly endearing scent that it's actually difficult to ignore.

The bell rang, and I jumped, quickly turning my head so that he wouldn't notice I'd been staring. He got up and held out his hand for me to take, so he could bring me to my feet. My heart fluttered, and I swear that only happens in books, but apparently it can happen in real life too.

I was actually falling for him. Hard.

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