Chapter 6
"Hi Chuck," Ron's voice echoed through the dormitory. It was 8:00 in the evening and I was definitely not at my best. I was still shocked by Gossip Girl's blast, but more importantly, I was thinking about Blair and Hermione and who to choose. Blair was my girlfriend. Hermione was Ron's ex girlfriend that I was supposed to be trying to get back for him. And that fact just made her totally off limits. Question was, did I care about what Ron thought? And if I did get Hermione, then what would she make of it if Ron told her that I was supposed to help him and that I promised him I would make her his? I had a feeling that this wasn't the thing that Hermione would approve of. And then there's Blair who I would probably be seeing at Christmas time. She was a controversial issue. She could probably be screwing around with Nate right now out of sheer boredom. Nate or some bastard who she was using to make me jealous and come back to New York. And all because I couldn't tell her I loved her. I was so screwed and heading for disaster.
"Hey man," I replied tiredly, Ron drew back the curtain around my bed.
"You okay?" he asked me, "you've been quiet all evening,"
"Yeah I'm fine," I muttered.
"Look, something must be bothering you," Ron said, sitting down on the edge of my bed, "you're never like this,"
"Look, Ron. I don't feel like discussing my feelings with you, or Harry or anyone okay? Just leave me alone," I turned over onto my side.
"Chuck," he said, "if you want to talk, you can,"
"What do you want me to say? That Gossip Girl knows who I am? That she can tell the whole world with the click of a mouse where I am? That I'm the reason our world might be exposed?"
Ron looked at me puzzled, "Who's Gossip Girl?"
"Gossip Girl basically controls the Upper East Side back in Manhattan. She knows everyone and everything about Manhattan's elite,"
"So?"
"That's how all the big juicy gossip starts. She just posts everyone's secrets up on the internet where everyone can read them,"
"That's terrible. Someone should find out who she is,"
"Believe me, I've tried," I sighed.
"Must be hard,"
"Yeah,"
We paused.
"How are things with Hermione going?" I asked, changing the subject.
"I dunno," Ron says, "she just talks with Harry most of the time,"
"So she still hasn't forgiven you?"
"Not really,"
"She doesn't take things to lightly, huh?" I asked.
"No," Ron said, "maybe it's for the best,"
"Yeah," I agreed, "maybe,"
"But I thought you were the one who all about telling me not to give up," Ron questioned, "what's with the change in attitude?"
"I dunno," I answered, "maybe if you loved her, you would have treated her right in the first place?"
"And you treat everyone with dignity and respect?" Ron asked, raising an eyebrow.
"I didn't say that," I said, "and look, I don't wanna fight with you about this, okay?" I turned my back to Ron.
"Fine. I'll leave you to your thoughts," he said, pulling the curtains back around me. I slumped back onto the crimson red pillows. What was I going to do?
