Chapter Three – I'm A Jerk, I know!

"It's gonna roccckkkkk," one of the Quittich guys said. "Free food and everything! Isn't that bomb?"

Sirius, however, wasn't thinking at all about how the party that Friday would be, even though it had free food. He actually didn't know what to think. Weirdly, he could faintly hear the song by the New Boyz haunting his mind. "You're a jerk. I know. You're a jerk. I know."

This song seemed so perfect for the situation because Sirius Black knew without a doubt that he was a full-fledged, back stabbing jerk. He really didn't know what his deal was. Just a minute ago, he had blown off the girl of his dreams – Arabella Frell – who he had been lusting over since first year. But then James and Remus started telling him they thought she liked him too, and it all went downhill. All of the sudden Sirius felt like he needed to be perfectly cool every second of the day. He needed to be absolutely the number one dream guy girls talked about….otherwise Bella might forget about him.

And then it happened. In this very room, that very day, Arabella asked him out…sort of. And he agreed. But then those stupid Quidditch guys came and ruined it all. Arabella was one thing but Quidittch was another. That needed to be his first priority. And so without thinking at all what he was saying, Sirius decided to up and tell them he would definitely be at their party, and basically dumped Arabella then and there.

Sirius had sort of expected a dramatic uproar, since that was the type of girl Bella was. But instead, she had quickly thrown her things in her book bag, and walked swiftly out of the classroom, that horrible hurt look never leaving her face. Really thinking about it, it was worse than confronting him and making a scene. It was worse because it made him feel sooooooooooooo freaaaakkkkkiiiinnnnnnn baaaadddddddd.

"Bomb," Sirius finally said, sighing. "I gotta jump," he said, grabbing his books and without another word, bolting out the door and down the stairs.

When he reached the bottom, Sirius felt a sudden vibration in his pocket and a familiar sound started to ring out of his jeans' pocket. Siriussssss. Siriussssss. Pick up the phoneeeee………..!

Fumbling for his phone, he got it in his hands and saw James' face smiling up at home. Sirius rolled his eyes and answered the call. "Yo,"

"Sirius," James said, not bothering to say hello. "Dude, something just weird happened,"

"What?" he asked, curious.

"Arabella just ran in here a few minutes ago crying. But she saw me and ran to the Girls Dormitories before I could say anything. Do you know what happened?"

Sirius cursed under his breath. He made her cry?! Great. Just great.

"Uhhhh….." Sirius groaned, hesitant to tell the truth. Oh, what the heck. It was James. "Ugh, holy crap," he said warily. "I feel so bad,"

"Dude, what happened?"

"She asked me out and I said yes….but then those stupid Quidditch guys came ranting about some party the same day. I don't know why I did, but I said I would come. And then before I know it, she runs out of the class room. I was so stupid."

"Dang,"

"I know,"

"Well this definitely marks a new era," James said with an old-english accent.

"What the crap are you talking about?" Sirius asked, exasperated.

"I thought you were the love doctor Sirius! Looks like love life isn't so easy, huh?" he snickered.

Sirius groaned. "Aww, man you're right. She's making me crazy,"

"Hold up," James said curiously. "Does this mean you like Arabella?"

"Hmmmm……I don't know," Sirius said sarcastically. "……pretty much! I mean, I've only liked her since first year!!!"

"Whoa. Well why didn't you tell me? I could've helped you out."

"Cause I'M THE LOVE DOCTOR. NOT YOU!"

James laughed. "Okay, okay. Well you and I are gonna have to sort this Arabella thing out, then."

"I know," Sirius sighed.

"Kay see ya,"

"Later."