(A/N) I know, I know. I'm a horrible person and need to be slapped in the face… with a frying pan… and a horseshoe… I swear I have been meaning to update it just keeps slipping my mind and I've been busy so yes I am extremely sorry and it's my bad. If you would like a full update (and are ready for some drama) I'll have my full reason down below. Really quickly I love your guy's comments and your follows and favorites and all of you beautiful people. Now go and read and hopefully be happy with me!

Harry and Ron were luckily the last people in the locker room so Hermione didn't feel too flustered when she walked in. "Harry. A word."

"Ostentatious." Harry smirked but Hermine just scowled and continued.

"You shouldn't have done it. You know that it's illegal. Slughorn even said-

"What? You going to turn us in?" Hermione whipped around to see Ron glaring at her and opened her mouth to speak but nothing came out.

"What are you two on about?"

"You know perfectly well what we're discussing." Hermione said angrily, turning back to the raven haired boy. "You were the one that spiked Ron's juice with Felix Felicis at breakfast this morning!"

"No I didn't." He smiled widely and Hermione wanted nothing more than to slap the grin off of his face.

"Yes you did. That's why the Slytherin's did so awful and Ron blocked all of the goals. Don't you dare lie to me Harry Potter!"

"But I'm not lying." The green eyed boy said proudly holding up a full vial of the clear liquid. "I didn't put it in. Ron just thought I did."

Hermione was at a loss for words. She had, had no idea. "There wasn't a drop of that in my juice?" Ron asked, astounded. "So I actually played well because of my own talents?" Harry nodded, his grin never leaving his face. Ron suddenly rounded on Hermione and scoffed. "That's why the Slytherin's did so awful and Ron blocked all of the goals" he said in a bad imitation of her voice. "See Hermione I can get goals without help." A certain incident with a 'Confundus' charm graced Hermione's thoughts and she grimaced

"Ron I never said-you thought you had been given the potion too." But he had already strode past her.

"Er-you wanna go to the party?"

"No. You go." Hermione was blinking back tears and all traces of the fun she had been having with Fred disappeared. "I can't deal with Ron at the moment. I don't know what I was supposed to have done…" She wiped at her eyes and turned around, sprinting away and leaving Harry to himself.

"Where's Hermione."

Harry looked over to see Fred leaning against the wall of the dressing rooms with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "She just ran off. She and Ron just got into yet another fight."

The mischief was gone and in its place Fred wore a concerned expression. "She told me to wait here." He looked down and smashed his fist against the brick wall. "That complete arse. Why does he have to do that?" Harry didn't know what to say so he shrugged. "Whatever. I'll catch you later Harry." He gave the boy a friendly pat and ran off in pursuit of Hermione. "Good game by the way!" He yelled out. Harry smiled and trudged his way up the hill taking it slow to just enjoy the scenery around him.

Harry walked in to the common room right as a round of 'Weasley is our King' started up. "Looking for my hypocrite of a brother?" asked a pretty voice.

Harry turned around to see Ginny sitting on a chair with Arnold the pygmy puff on her shoulder. Harry placed his hand by the creature and it nuzzled up to his calloused fingers happily. He scratched it lightly before pulling his hand away and looking at the Weasley in front of him. "Yeah where is Ron?"

Ginny got up, rolling her eyes and smirking as she walked Harry over to two people that were ferociously making out. "Looks like he's trying to eat her face off doesn't it?" Harry nodded numbly and looked at the two in horror. "I guess working with a pillow doesn't provide you with as much experience as he thought." She took a sip of her drink, trying not to laugh too loudly, while Harry just shook his head. "Good game today by the way; captain." She smiled and patted him on the arm. Harry felt a burning sensation where her arm had just been and wished she would have left it there for a longer amount of time. Harry sighed, looking around, and caught sight of what looked like brown, bushy hair, leaving the common room. With a sinking feeling he followed where he believed the head had gone, looking into a seemingly empty corridor.

"Hermione?" he whispered into the first empty classroom he tried. He looked up to see yellow twittering birds flying over the teachers' desk and smiled. Only Hermione would practice spell work while being upset.

"Oh hello Harry." A breaking voice called out through the darkness. "I was just practicing."

"They're – er – really cool, good, I mean." He didn't exactly know what to say so he instead just sat next to her and placed an arm around her shoulders. She willingly leaned her head on him and sniffled, rubbing her runny nose.

"Ron seems to be enjoying this party doesn't he?"

"Does he…"

"Don't pretend like you didn't see him Harry." He looked down at his feet and rubbed her back soothingly. "It's not like he was trying to hide it or –

To both the teens horror Ron walked in laughing with a giggling Lavender. "Oh." Ron said awkwardly seeing Harry and Hermione together.

"Oops." Giggled Lavender. She turned around and walked out the door leaving the trio by themselves.

"Hi Harry." Ron said slowly, cheerily. "Wondered where you had wondered off too."

"You should go." Ron turned to face Hermione who had a fierce, deadly look on her face. "You wouldn't want to keep Lavender waiting." She walked slowly to the door and raised her wand, pointing it at Ron. "Oppugno!" she shouted. All of the yellow birds shot themselves at Ron who looked terrified.

"What is your problem?!" he said angrily. "You should be bloody happy. Now you and Fred can be happy together."

"What?!"

"Yeah. I've seen you two; acting all chummy." He scoffed. "You know he's just trying to get in your pants." Hermione and Harry gapped at their friend. "Trust me. I know my brother and I know he doesn't really like you like that." Hermione felt tears streaming down her face and just let them go freely.

"Ron you know absolutely nothing." She said, her voice wobbly.

"Yeah. That's me. The bloke who's oblivious and a stupid friend," He turned and walked out the door, slamming it shut behind him. Hermione turned around and went back over to Harry who tugged her into a warm embrace.

"Why must he do that Harry?" The raven haired boy stroked the brunette's hair and sighed.

"Ron can be a real tosser sometimes Mione. I'm sure he didn't mean –

"He did mean it Harry. I know he did."

They sat in silence for a few moments not exchanging any words or looks. Harry took a deep breath before looking at Hermione and saying, "Just asking; why did you walk out when you saw Lavender and Ron kissing?"

The brown eyed girl took a deep breath and sighed. "I just always thought Ron and I would be together. I mean that's what everyone said and-

"Hermione just because they're snogging doesn't mean they'll end up together." Harry laughed, pulling away from the hug to hold her out across from himself. He noticed the sad look in her eyes and furrowed his brow. "What –

"Harry I'm pregnant." Hermione breathed out, bursting into tears again. "I don't know what to do. I'm trying to stay strong but it's just so hard and –

Harry pulled her into a tight hug, not knowing what to say, and let her sob onto his shoulder. "How did – I mean I just – I don't really understand." He ran a hand through his messy hair and gulped. "Who?"

She pulled away, wiping her nose and the wet areas underneath her eyes. She had been crying so much that she was having trouble speaking and hiccupped as she talked. "I-It wa-as the night o-of Ginnys bir-irthday." She coughed and tried to calm herself down. "George mi-i-ixed the drinks u-up and Fr-ed came to co-omfet me a-and he didn't kno-ow and we-ee got drunk o-o-on accident." She shuddered and hiccupped taking deep breaths. Harry rubbed her shoulders, trying to process all that she was saying and stayed silent. "I woke up the ne-ext day in his be-ed."

"Fred is the father?!" Harry asked, shocked. Hermione nodded, her bushy head bobbing up and down. "Did he – did he force you into –?

"No! No of course not." She shook her head vigorously and Harry felt a weight lift off his chest. "I don't have the best memory of the night but I know that I – I didn't exactly – let's just say that the consent was there and I didn't tell him…to stop…I mean –

"I get it Hermione." Harry said quickly, there was an awkward feeling in the air and Hermione nodded, looking down and blushing. "Do you love him?"

"Fred?"

"No Hermione. Ron?" Harry looked at Hermione seriously and she placed her face in her hands.

"Oh I don't know." She pushed back her hair and shook her head. "I thought that I might. I mean people told me that I should and I just – I guess that, you know, seeing him tonight made me realize I would never get a chance. And now that I think about it I'm actually okay with it but at the time, I just – oh Harry this baby is going to change everything." She got teary eyed once more and Harry immediately brought her into a tight hug.

"It'll be okay Mione I swear. I'm going to help you through this and the Weasley's will be there through it all."

"Thank you Harry."

"Now don't go crying again Mione. My shirt is more wet than dry at the moment. She gave him a great bear hug and laughed against Harry's chest.

"You're a great guy Harry."

"You're right. I am pretty damn awesome." Hermione let out a full blown laugh and Harry wiped her cheeks with his thumb and smiled. "So that's why Fred's here?" Hermione nodded her head just as the door to the classroom door opened. Fred stood there, panting and looked relieved when he saw Hermione.

"Speak of the devil." She murmured, smiling at Fred.

"What are you two – doing in here?"

"Harry knows." Hermione said confidently. "I told him."

Fred frowned but nodded in understanding. "Well this is now awkward." Hermione and Harry both nodded in agreement. "So you gonna tell Ron now?" he asked, honestly curious.

Harry shook his head vigorously and a dark look graced Hermione's face. "No. I don't think I'll be talking to him anytime soon."

"What did he do?" Fred walked over and placed an arm around Hermione's shoulders. She leant into him, resting her head under his armpit. Hermione just shook her head, not wanting to cry again.

"He said that you only hung out with Hermione to get in her pants." Harry said taking off his glasses and rubbing the bridge of his nose. Fred was fuming and his face was burning red. He didn't say anything as he squeezed Hermione's shoulders and strode out the room.

"Fred!" Hermione called after him. "C'mon." she grabbed Harry's wrist and pulled him along after her down corridors and moving stairs.

"You sick bastard." They heard Fred's voice yell. Harry and Hermione picked up their pace and rounded a corner to see Ron pushed up against a wall by Fred. Lavender looked a bit scared but was mostly annoyed and just pouted in the corner.

"Geroffme!" shouted Ron pushing against his older brother.

Hermione ran up to Fred and tried to pull him off or Ron, "Fred. Fred please. You don't have to do this." He ignored her and pointed his finger into Ron's face.

"Don't you ever say something like that to Mione ever again." He spat looking furious. "It was a vile thing to say and you'll be lucky if she even forgives you. You're supposed to be her best friend and you're acting like the biggest arse that ever was. You leave her alone until you get your head screwed on straight and stop acting so stuck up and egotistical. Do you understand?" Ron nodded quickly and Fred let him go.

"Piss off." Ron muttered sourly as Fred had started to walk away. And before you could say 'Quidditch' Fred had turned and punched Ron in the face. Ron held his nose in agony and sputtered as he pulled his hand back revealing a nose that was gushing with blood and very crooked. "You broke my nose!" Ron exclaimed furiously.

"Yeah well you deserved it for being such a wanker." He turned around and grabbed Hermione's hand, starting to walk away. Harry didn't know if he should laugh or help but saw Lavender leading Ron off so he decided to go off with Hermione and Fred instead. "Make sure to eat your peas Ronnikins." Fred said lastly, walking away and feeling better.

"Is your hand okay?" the brunette asked later that night. Her and Fred were sitting on their makeshift bed-star-gazer thing. Fred waved off her concern and smiled.

"I'm good. How are you?" he asked cautiously. She nodded and smiled signaling she was okay. "I'm sorry about earlier. I know you told me not to but I was just so angry and –

"Fred it's okay." She assured. "It was nice to have someone stand up for me like that." She yawned and rubbed her eyes sleepily. "Can I stay here tonight?" He looked at her surprised and she quickly added, "I mean it's your last night for a few weeks and everything with Lavender and Ron tonight; I just don't want to deal with all the drama. I mean I understand if you don't want me too –

"Honestly Mione its fine. Just give me a minute to go get you something to sleep in and I'll be right back."

He returned a moment later with black joggers and a Chudley Canons t-shirt. "I've worn this before." Hermione said giggling. "That morning after Ginny's birthday." They both blushed and Fred held out his hand.

"Sorry about that. I'll get you a new one." Hermione frowned and held the tee closer to her chest.

"I want this one though."

"Really Hermione it's okay. Just give it back."

"You'll have to force it out of me if you want it back." Hermione said turning and running towards the bathroom. Fred laughed and began running after her. She giggled running into the bathroom and slamming the door shut. Quickly she locked it and was instantly hit by whines from none other than Fred Weasley.

"No fair Mione." He pouted at the door.

"You're just jealous of my smarts."

"Well that is true." She snorted and quickly took off her pants, replacing them with the soft, dark, joggers Fred had provided for her. It was silent for a moment and Hermione continued, taking off her shirt "Hey Mione what would you do if I cast an 'Alohaora' spell right now?" her cheeks turned red and she glanced down at her bare chest.

"Don't you dare Fredrick Gideon Weasley or I will hex your little bum all the way to Antarctica."

"Hey my bum is not tiny." He said indignantly with a scorn. He heard the door open and Hermione walked out in the shirt, which was obviously too long for her, and the black joggers which were, again, too large for her small size.

"It's just eh." She shrugged her shoulders and Fred's mouth opened with shock. He feigned hurt and started fanning himself with his hand.

"How dare you say that Hermione Jean Granger." She giggled placing a hand on her mouth. "I am quite hurt by that statement." He pouted his lips and she smirked.

"Don't worry. It's a cute lil' butt." He smiled widely and grabbed some of his own clothes while she went and laid down under the stars.

By the time he got out, it hadn't takin him too long, Hermione was already asleep and curled into a ball under all the covers. Fred smiled and kissed her on the forehead before slipping under the sheets with her. She moved closer to him as he wrapped a protective arm around her and she seemed to melt into his side. He couldn't help but think that sleeping next to the bushy haired bookworm was quite endearing to him. "Goodnight Hermione." He whispered, burying his head into her fluffy, apple scented hair. "Sweet dreams."

Hermione woke up the next day feeling dizzy and sick. She quickly got up and ran to the bathroom only making it in time to throw up in the toilet. She heard running footfalls and tried to get the door shut but another wave of nausea hit her and she wretched into the toilet, crying silently. She felt somebody weave their hands through her hair and then take it piece by piece away from her face. The same hands started rubbing soothing circles on Hermione's back and making hushing sounds.

"You weren't supposed to see me like this." Hermione cried, gagging on mucus and tears.

"Has this happened before?" Fred asked. His voice was full of concern and Hermione could only nod before dry heaving into the white bowl. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I didn't want you to worry about me and my intimate relationship with the porcelain god." She mumbled, trying to make a joke. She cracked a smile but it turned wobbly as she began crying even harder.

"How long?"

"Almost the whole time. I thought it was stress at first but I was wrong. When I went to the hospital wing I had already thrown up quite a bit before but I didn't want anyone to know." She was finally done so Fred flushed the toilet and helped her stand up. He picked her up by the waist, setting her up on the counter, and got out a washcloth. "It happens at the weirdest of times. Mostly morning but it'll happen later too and I've had to leave class a few times." Fred wet down the cloth with cold water and wiped off around her mouth and cheeks. Tears were still streaming from her eyes and he promptly wiped the streaks away with the pad of his thumbs. He took out a new toothbrush and she quickly brushed her teeth, twice.

"One second." He came back moments later with a glass of cold water and a swirly straw. Hermione was still on the counter and she accepted the drink gratefully, taking small sips so as to not upset her stomach once more. "I can stay longer if you need me too. I'm not sure I should leave now-

"It'll be okay." They stayed silent and the brunette took a quick sip of her water. "When will you be coming back?"

"I figure I need to go and tell George what is happening and then I can come back and live here and then travel by floo each morning to work." She nodded solemnly and he smiled. "I also need to tell all the pretty birds falling at my feet that I'm a bit preoccupied at the moment. I've got two lovely ladies that need my charming self."

She laughed, happy that he could make her feel a bit better and raised an eyebrow. "Two ladies?"

"Yep!" he grinned largely and tapped her nose. "Lady number one," he placed a hand on her stomach, tickling it slightly, "and lady number two."

"How do you know it'll be a girl?"

"I can just feel it." He splayed his hand over the middle of her tummy and closed his eyes looking like he was thinking very hard. "Yep. Definitely a girl. She'll be just as lovely as her mummy." Hermione giggled and blushed, placing her hands next to his.

"Well I guess we'll see when I have my ultrasound wont we?"

"November twelfth right?" Hermione nodded her head and Fred smiled. He leaned his forehead on hers and they both closed their eyes just listening to the thump of each other's heart beats.

Hermione took a deep breath in and smelled fresh cut grass, wood, and cologne. Her breath hitched and her heart sped up immediately. "I need to – uh – to give you your – um – shirt back." She managed to get out.

"Keep it." He smirked and pulled back. Hermione blinked her eyes up looking like an innocent doe and bit down on her bottom lip. Fred realized she only did that when nervous. He so wanted to kiss her soft lips and just taste her again but… she doesn't feel that way towards you… the voice in his head said. He shook his head and smiled weakly. "It looks better on you anyways."

"Thank you." She fingered the soft fabric and felt her cheeks heat up. They started to burn as Fred kissed her on the forehead quickly. She looked up, surprised, and saw that his cheeks too were red.

"I best be going." He mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck. "Will you be okay? I mean I'll be back in a few days it's just that –

"It's fine Fred." She assured with a small laugh. "I'll see you in a few days." He nodded his head and backed out of the loo into the living room. When Hermione left the bathroom a moment later she felt the loneliness that surrounded the room because Fred was no longer there. "Only a few days." She said to herself. "I'm a big strong girl. I can do it no problem."

"George I'm back!" Fred yelled, coming down the stairs from their loft.

"Hey mate!" A face very similar and familiar to him popped out from behind a corner. "I know that you went to Hogwarts but I didn't think you'd be there for so long." Fred ran a hand through his hair and sat down looking tired. George put down what he was working on and looked around their shop. There was only one other person and Verity was already helping them. "What's going on man?"

"Listen somethings happened and-

"Forge you can tell me anything." George smiled and Fred tried to return it but the light didn't reach his eyes. "What's going on Fred." He asked more seriously this time.

"I – I…" He covered his eyes with his hands and slid to the ground. He pulled his knees in to his chest and sighed. George crouched next to him, extremely concerned, and put a hand on his shoulder.

"Fred?..."

Fred looked up with tears shining in his eyes and breathed out, "Hermione's pregnant." George covered his mouth with his hand in disbelief and pulled his twin into a hug.

"It's going to be okay. I swear we'll work everything out."

"But I've ruined Hermiones' life!" he cried. A tear slipped out and he wiped at his cheeks rapidly. George had only seen him cry one other time and that was when Ginny had to have her appendix removed when she was 3. It seemed like she wasn't going to make it and everybody was a wreck. Even the twins hadn't been able to produce a smile. "She's so smart and has this whole future ahead of her and I ruined it all in one night." He sniffed and rubbed his nose.

"Hey… Fred look at me." George made his twin look into his eyes and he smiled. "Listen carefully. It – will be – okay." Fred opened his mouth to protest but George pressed his hand over it, stopping him from talking. "You haven't ruined anyone's life mate. Have both of your lives changed? Yes. But everything happens for a reason and you guys will work it out. All of us will be here for you too so calm down." Fred still had a pained expression on his face but he nodded and took a deep breath. The intake was wobbly and he started hiccupping right after. He sniffed and wiped at his nose as George got up and shook out his legs. "Stay here. I'm going to get you a glass of water."

"Breath in… Breathe out." Fred murmured to himself. By the time George got back, the only traces that crying had just ensued were Fred's red, bloodshot eyes, and a still red and runny nose.

"Here."

Fred took the cup and took a long gulp of the clear liquid. "Thank you." George nodded and held out his hand which Fred took to get hoisted up. "I'm not usually like this. It's just the emotions and – ugh – I feel like such a wanker." He rubbed his face and stuffed his hands into his pants pocket looking embarrassed.

"Trust me Fred; I know this is different." He placed a hand on his twins shoulder and laughed. "And having emotions doesn't make you a bloody wanker, it makes you human. Besides – women think emotions make a guy look cute and sensitive."

"I don't want to be the sensitive twin." George laughed as the other boy pouted.

"To bad brother." He walked away and Fred looked up with an upset look upon his face.

"Oi! I refuse to be seen as weak!"

"Not weak Fred! Sen – si – tive."

November 7, 1996

Hermione heard a rapping and sat up groggily looking around. "Wha?" she looked to the window that sat right next to her bed and smiled. A red barn owl sat on her window sill shivering as snow fell in flurries all over Hogwarts grounds. Hermione quickly opened up her window and the owl shoot out its feathers, flying to Hermione's arm. The brunette took out an owl treat and gave it to the bird who hooted happily and passed her a letter scripted in a royal blue ink. "Now who could this be from?" Hermione wondered aloud. She pet the owl and it closed its eyes in content. She giggled and opened the letter smiling as she noticed Fred's writing.

Hermione,

How are you? Is the morning sickness any better? Is Ron

still being a prick? If he is give him a good knocking to

the face and I'll give him a piece of my mind when I move

down there. Speaking of which, I've decided to move when

I come down there for your ulta song. How does that work

anyhow? Does it sing something about the baby? I'm

excited to see you though. Keep yourself safe and give

food to my child. She's got a Weasley stomach so you'll

probably have to consume more grub than usual. You're

welcome. I have just made your life better. Now you can

eat like a Weasley and no one will judge. I mean, not than

anyone would judge, it's just that you don't usually eat as

much and…you know what; I'll just talk to you later.

Please don't be offended. I didn't mean it wrong. Anyhow,

I'll see you soon

Love Fred Weasley (the most attractive and sexy Weasley)

Hermione laughed heartily and brought the letter to her chest, sighing. "Fred Weasley you sneaky chap." She got out a muggle fountain pen along with a fresh piece of parchment and wrote her letter back quickly, yet still neatly.

Fred,

Are you calling me fat? I'm not even three months in!

I'm just joking with you. Thank you for worrying about

me and don't stress, I have been known to be fairly smart.

She smiled to herself and hoped he thought it was funny.

Trust me I'm not peckish the food in the hall has kept me

rather content. I believe the child is fine and happy right

now. Also, just by the way, it's an ultrasound and you'll

see how it works when we go. Let me know when you get

in and I'll come help you unpack. Thank you so much

for this Fred. I really appreciate you being here for me.

Anyway It's early though and I'm really knackered so

I'm going to leave the letter here and go back to sleep.

Love, Hermione

P.S. Where did you get the owl? It definitely fits you guys

P.P.S I really like the blue color. It matches the lovely

necklace you got me on my birthday J

She smiled, content with her letter, and sent it off with the owl. Yawning, she closed the window that was letting in cold air and crawled into her warm bed. She felt a dip in the bed and looked over to see a smashed face staring at her intently. "Crookshanks are you cold?" The cat mewed and Hermione moved her covers down so the cat could crawl in. She cuddled him close and fell asleep dreaming oddly about a blue elephant with patched, plaid ears.

(A/N) Okay so first off. How did you like it? Good, bad, too sappy? Idk. I just kind of thought it would be nice to show that Fred and George aren't like happy 24/7 and that Fred has real feelings and that yeah guys cry too. But yeah go ahead and lay your thoughts on me. Make sure to review, follow, and favorite. Y'all make my day brighter.

QOTD - What sex should I make the child and should it be twins or just one or...?

Second: To answer some of the reviews;

Guest who wrote about Fred being a piece of shit – Ok so Fred and Hermione aren't dating. I'm sorry if I didn't make that clear, they're just friends and honestly Ron has never made a move on Hermione so it's kind of his loss (in my opinion). Secondly Hermione doesn't want to tell Ron anything because she's afraid of his reaction. I hope that clears some things up…the review was a bit difficult to understand (I'm sorry if that didn't help)

Infernalbooks – Thank you! And I'm hoping to make it funny when they tell their parents (fingers crossed it goes well) and the reason why they seem calm, hopefully this chapter showed you they really aren't that calm, but honestly in a situation like theirs they don't have time or patience to be stressed about what all is going on. On the inside they aren't calm but they don't know what to do so to cope they act calm.

Anonymous – THANK YOU! And I hope you enjoy my update.

Third: My issues…

Ok so what has been going on with me? Ok to start out you should know that I'm a senior in high school so that's stressful enough as it is. Second, you should know that I'm graduating a full year early because I loathe high school and have had to go to a different high school every year because dad's in the military (that's stress #2 because I'm trying to get an English 11 class done while doing all my other classes and it's hard and stressful and ugh ((whatever though people have it a lot worse than I do)). Okay so moving on, a couple of weeks ago was my schools homecoming. I had met this really nice, really cute guy at powderpuff practice and we started talking and became friends. Needless to say we became very close very fast but I knew nothing would happen because he was in a relationship. Fast forward a couple of weeks after we met and he texts me saying that his girlfriend cheated on him and he broke up with her. I acted like I was sad, gave him advice, and we kept on going as friends. Skip to a few days later and he asks if I want to go to hoco as friends. I say yes and it's all fun in games until Friday. Friday we went out to eat just right after school and everything is fine and I say goodbye (because he's on the football team and it's an away game). That night I'm texting him and he goes 'I saw my ex tonight.' And I asked what happened (thinking she might have said something mean to him) and he then says they talked and he said 'Do you mind if I take her to hoco?' I was so upset you guys have no idea! I was about to go over and knock that ass hole to the ground! Jk…Rowling…but literally I couldn't even if I wanted to because I'm a weak potato who sits on her phone reading fanfiction and eating cheesecake (thank god for metabolism and me not caring if people don't appreciate the art of fanfiction and fandom madness!). So on to the story I told him it was fine and just to go with his ex to which he responded 'I can tell her I'm going with you if you really want and need me too.' So I'm sitting there like 'you asked me ass wipe. Not the other way around.' But I just told him to go with her and he responded with 'I'm really sorry *my name goes here* I didn't mean to hurt you. I'm just trying help people' Like I'm sorry but who the f*ck do you think you are? I never needed his help and I never wanted it so I just replied with 'Words are cheap and the most unexpected people will stab you in the back. You would know from experience.' So yeah I was proud of myself but still cried like a little baby for a whole day and it was really unattractive (let me tell you) just cause I was so disappointed in myself and in him. Everyone told me to stay away but I thought 'Oh I'll make up my own mind about him' and he turned out to be exactly how everyone said he would be. So yeah. Next day though I got my license so yay. Ok now skip to hoco week and me and (let's just call him J) aren't speaking. So parade comes up and I was asked to dress like Harry Styles (I had a wig and everything. It was horrible. Never again) so I get to the school run to the bus (which was about to leave) and quickly get on. I looked around and guess who is on that bus… The varsity football team. They all stare at me and I stare back. They didn't know if I was a dude or what so I quickly sit down and try to not squirm under their gazes. I heard my name be called and looked back and guess who's right behind me… that's right. J. freaking bastard. So I'm sitting their the whole ride thinking 'seriously what did I do to deserve this'. Flash past the parade (which went interestingly) and he messages me and says 'I honestly thought you cut off your hair' and then proceeds to apologize profusely for being such an ass. So I am totally one to give second chances and I give one to this dude because he's like 'I'm so sorry, you deserve better, I messed up, I'm not even going with my ex anymore.' So I was like okay whatever I'll give him another chance. I never said I wasn't an idiot… so go to the dance and I'm having a great time and J shows up with his ex and they're all over each other and it's disgusting and I got upset because he canceled on me, made me cry, made me feel bad for him, and then lied to me. So I sent a rant text (looking back now I probably shouldn't have) but whatever and he came back saying he 'had to go with her.' He's such a d*ck. Honestly I hate his scheming, f-boy ass, and don't have time for his shit. So besides that school has been a blur going by super-fast, I'm getting ready for my fall play (I'm the lead Roxanne in Cyrano de Bergerac) and I'm about to turn 17 so I'm in Orlando with my rents and we're busy and everything's been crazy but I love my life so what're you gonna do. Any who that is all of my drama. If you had enough patience to read all that (bless you) and if you just saw this, went 'all hell naw' and skipped to the end, I don't blame you. I'm done now.

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~thehumanlibrary