"Farrenhurst!" I cried, pushing the huge man away from me. "What are you doing?"

"C'mon, baby. Call me Bryan." He took another step towards me, his arms outstretched.

"Get away from me! What is wrong with you, are you drunk?" Islapped his hands away and turned to go find someone else, but he grabbed my wrist and pulled me back. I bumped into his huge chest and scowled up at him.

He was quite an ugly man, probably in his late 20's to early 30's, with a head full of black hair... a bowl cut, in fact, and thick black eyebrows that almost touched at the bridge of his nose. He smiled down at me, his ugly yellow teeth jutting out at such awkward angles that it surprised me they were still in-tact with his gums. Although his arms were about as big around as my waist was, he was being gentle as he held me to him, yet I still couldn't seem to get away.

"Hey! What's going on?" someone cried, and I was relieved to see Oliver and Calvin walk up with worried expressions.

"I'm just trying to kiss my girl," Bryan said. His breath smelled strongly of alcohol.

"Your girl?" Calvin asked, incredulously. "Since when has she been your girl?"

"That's exactly what I'd like to know," I said, pounding lightly on the Bryan's chest. He released me and stared at me, his mouth agape.

"Come now, Katie. I saw the way you were looking at me yesterday after practice in the locker rooms! You couldn't take your eyes off of me! I just want you to know that I feel the same way about you!"

"What!" I yelled. "When was I ever-" I stopped, thinking back to the day before, and realized what he was talking about.

I had been sitting on a bench at the far end of the room, putting my socks and shoes on and piling all of my dirty clothes and wet towels back into my practice bag, when I noticed Oliver come from the showers wearing nothing but a towel. I was practically in a trance as I watched him straighten out his locker, which is right next to Bryan's. Bryan had been standing at his own locker, and from where I was positioned to the side of the room, Oliver had been standing behind him. I had been watching Oliver so closely that I hadn't even noticed Bryan smiling and waving at me until I was getting up to leave.

But I couldn't tell them that! I'd just die!

"Ah, see? Now you remember, don't ya!" Bryan said, grinning. "You were so into me, you were practically drooling! You even put your shoes on the wrong feet!"

I felt my face heating up, and I looked back and forth between the three guys, one of which looked as though he had just single-handedly won the Quidditch World Cup, and the other two as though Voldemort had just entered the club and started dancing.

"Is this true, Katie?" Calvin asked with a hint of hurt in his voice.

"Of course not!"

"Bullshit!" Bryan yelled.

"It's not bull! I was thinking about.. about..." Think, Katie! Think! "I was thinking about pumpkin pastries and sugarquills! I was meeting Angelina and our friend Alicia at Hogsmede yesterday after practice, and I hadn't been to the sweet shop in ages! I couldn't wait to get there!" I was surprised at how naturally the words seemed to come from my mouth, and as I spoke, I realized I actually was drooling at just the thought of sweets. "I bought all kinds of chocolate frogs and licorice and sours!"

I looked at each one of them to see their reactions. Oliver shrugged, finding no fault with what I had said.

"You believe her?" Bryan asked, swinging his arm in my direction so fast that he almost socked me in the eye.

"She may be skinny, but the kid can eat. I've never seen her eyes light up the way they do when someone mentions food."

If only you knew, I thought, smiling to myself.

"You're a weird ass girl!" Bryan yelled, and disappeared in the throng of dancers.

Calvin was scratching his head and looking at me with an eyebrow raised. Finally, he smiled at me and wrapped an arm around my shoulders. I noticed with pleasure the way Oliver's eyes seemed to darken at the interaction.

"Perhaps you are a weird ass girl," Calvin said, leading me back to the dance floor. "But that's what I like about you."

We danced and danced, and for the first time all night I finally just let go and did what I wanted, without caring about what people were saying or whether or not they were looking at me. I even spotted those two girls who were gossiping in the bathroom and waved to them.

Calvin turned out to be great company, but that was all. My feelings didn't go beyond friendship for him, and every time I caught him looking at me the way I always looked at Oliver, something pulled at my heartstrings. I forced myself to push the guilt aside, at least for the night, at have fun. And besides, didn't Oliver used to say at Hogwarts that having a boyfriend or girlfriend on the same quidditch team proved to be distracting to the players? Maybe if I ran that by Calvin, he'd understand. However Oliver was currently sleeping with Claudette. I guess he'd proven himself wrong.

As the night grew on, the crowd grew thinner and thinner. Calvin and I decided to call it quits when we were no longer able to blend in with the small group of people who were left dancing, and escaped from the club before having to sign a single autograph.

We laughed and joked all the way to my flat door. I dug around in my purse for the key while Calvin stood awkwardly to the side.

"So I guess I'll be seeing you then," he said, rocking back and forth on the heels of his feet with his hands behind his back.

"Yep," I said, smiling brightly at him. He gave a little wave and turned to leave, and I found a key and tried to stick it in the keyhole of the door. It didn't fit, and I cursed, shaking the handle loudly for being so stupid. Instead of searching for the right key, I pulled out my wand.

"Katie?"

I turned back to find Calvin slowly making his way back. He pulled at the collar of his shirt and smiled nervously.

"Yeah?"

"Slap me if I'm being too brashbut could I possibly maybe sorta get a goodnight kiss?"

What the hell, I thought, and pulled him to me by the front of his shirt. Our lips met and his hands came up to cup my cheeks. He was gentle and his mouth tasted of mint. I wondered if it had been that way all along, or had he snuck around the corner while I was fumbling with the doorknob to check his breath.

Right in the middle of the best kiss Calvin would ever get in his life, the apartment door opened.

"Katie? Are you..." Oliver started. Calvin and I broke apart, and I wiped my mouth with my hands before turning to Oliver and smiling. "Sorry I interrupted," he said and went back into the flat, leaving the door wide open.

"Well!" Calvin was grinning like the Cheshire cat as he started to back away. "I'll see you later then! Have a wonderful night!"

"You too, Calvin. Goodnight."

I entered the apartment and closed the door.

"So are you with him now?" Oliver asked. He was standing in the doorway to the kitchen with a glass of water in his hands.

"No, of course not."

"Then what was that?"

"He asked for a goodnight kiss." I threw my purse onto the coffee table and collapsed in a chair.

"It looked like a goodnight make-out session to me. He's 22, you know."

I hadn't known. "So?"

"You're only 18. That's four years' difference."

"So? How old is Claudette?"

He seemed reluctant to answer. "She's 24."

"And you're only 20. That's four years' difference. Ever hear of 'Practice what you preach'?"

"Look, Katie. All I'm saying is that I don't think you should be dating him."

"Oliver, please don't worry. I promise you that I have no feelings for him other than friendly ones."

"So you're just leading the poor fellow on?"

"Poor fellow! You just told me not to date him!"

"It's not fun to have feelings for someone who doesn't feel the same about you. Believe me, I know. You'll break his heart."

I looked up at Oliver. Who in the world had he ever loved that didn't love him back? Were they crazy? I snorted. "You don't have to tell me about it."

We locked eyes for a long moment, and for a minute there I thought maybe I'd have the courage to confess how I felt to him. But then I heard the familiar tinkle of Jake relieving himself somewhere down the hall and broke eye contact and lost the nerve.


The next morning, Oliver came barging into my room much too early for my liking.

"Katie? Katie!"

I grumbled and sat up, rubbing the sleep away from my eyes. "What is it?"

He threw something down onto my bed, and I picked it up. It was a magazine.

I screamed.

Printed in large, bold letters on the cover read, "KATIE BELL: THE WILD CHILD WITHIN." Below the headline were three pictures of me; the first one of Oliver dipping me back as we were dancing, the second of Calvin and I doing shots at the bar, and the third of myself pinned to the wall and making out with Bryan.

"What the hell is this!" I yelled. "I never even noticed any photographers there last night!"

"Katherine Bell," Oliver said, smirking. "Meet The Quibbler."


It kinda breaks my heart writing who was kissing her because you guys are all guessing and I want to make you happy and say, "YES IT'S OLIVER!" but I can't! And then I read "could it be someone from her past?" I got to thinkin'... that would be cool! But I decided just to stick with my plan. Boo. Haha, it can't be Oliver though. I don't want them to get together just yet, because I want to end my story right after they do. I hope that doesn't make you sad, but I don't really like reading/writing about after they're a couple and stuff. I just like what leads up to it. Besides, the summary I wrote says "will she be able to handle the responsibilities of being on a pro quidditch team" or something silly like that, and she hasn't really done anything when it comes to quidditch yet, so, yeah.

Hmmm why is Katie living with Oliver? Good question. I'm going to explain that in a future chapter (hopefully) when I plan on having her go back home. But I guess telling you now isn't spoiling anything because it's not a big deal; Katie graduated from Hogwarts, didn't want to live at home. Obviously couldn't live all by herself because, I mean... look what happened in the very first chapter. Without Oliver, she doesn't eat right. Ange and Alicia both have their men they live with... and since Oliver is a good friend and all, why not share an apartment with him? Besides, I think it's good that she's there to sort of "house-sit" while he's away playing games. Besides, if he secretly loves her, why wouldn't he want her to live with him? But I am definitely going to explain what happened in the story... maybe not in the next chapter, or the one after that, but it will come! Damn you smarties for thinking beyond! But I love you all!

And about me not getting a lot of reviews... well, first off... I definitely got a lot for the last two chapters haha... but yeah, it's fine with me. I mentioned I think in the first chapter that I don't mind if you don't want to review. Don't get me wrong, I love reading them, they make me extremely happy, especially when you guys are happy with what I'm doing. I really appreciate the time you take to tell me what you think. Then there are people who like review responses, and I guess that's sort of what this is, but I'm too retarded to go through and thank every single person for their review, plus I'd rather spend my time working on the actual chapter. Which is funny because here are these paragraphs long author's notes that I'm definitely writing BEFORE I'm even starting on what you just read up there. And then... sometimes you get some arrogant reviewer who thinks they're god's gift to the world (or fanfiction's gift to the world) who leaves you reviews telling you to "watch your language." PUHHH LEASE! That's what I have a mom for! If you're not gonna tell me something dealing with the actual STORY and not about me saying FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK THE FUCK WORD FUCK FUCK in my author's notes, then don't waste your time! Although I guess you should feel pretty proud right about now, you're getting an honorable mention. :D

And I feel sorry for those of you who are just getting out of school/finishing exams. My last day of school was April 30th and I went back May 1st for an exam and May 5th for 2 exams, and it was over. I am going a little bit crazy because I've never had this much time to sit around on my ass between school years.

Okay, that's enough. GO DOWNLOAD CASHBACK OFF OF ITUNES BECAUSE SEAN BIGGERSTAFF LOOKS DAMN SEXY IN IT.