Chapter Nine
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The girls had managed to keep the pillow fight from the attention of Mr. S mainly by using a lot of make up to cover up the huge bruise on Cinderella's forehead, and Draco had completely given up his song writing In fact the whole group had decided to leave that part to the three volunteers- Mia, Artemis and Buffy. Buffy had insisted that she be a part of it because she wasn't going to sing someone else's made up crap without having read and approved it first. This had annoyed Mia because she had been hoping for some romantic possibly poetic song writing time alone with Artemis. They were well into their second week at School Of Rock and everyone was getting on decidedly better than when they had first arrived. Their playing had also marginally improved- Artemis could now play two chords on the bass guitar, and Draco was now only breaking three drumsticks a day. Overall, the mood had improved and spirits were higher. This was why Mr Schneebly had decided to let them have an afternoon off and go out in the evening.
"On Friday afternoon I'm gonna let you hard working little kiddlywinks out of here early so you can have some chilling time. Now, this does not mean that you can get up to criminal activities, and anyone caught trying to escape will have another four months added to their stay here plus they will probably meet a very sticky end."
"What do you mean, Mr S?" Cooper asked.
"Well, let's just say that no-one in this neighbourhood goes anywhere without a baseball bat." Mr S replied, gesturing to a large bump on his head.
"Now, Ginger, why weren't you in rock appreciation yesterday?"
In the boys dormitory, the lights had just gone out. Even so, Spike was parading around unintentionally in his underwear looking for his pyjamas. Ron was sitting up in bed, talking to Harry, and Draco was doing something to his hair, although no-one could see as it was so dark. Artemis was, again, writing something.
"Ah ha!" Spike made everyone jump.
"I've got them!"
"That's terrific, really, but shut the hell up!" Draco yelled moodily, slamming the lid on to the jar of whatever he had been putting on his hair.
"What's up with you?" Harry asked, turning in the direction of the voice.
"PMT." Ron added from behind.
"Oh Weasley, you are so funny, Oh my aching sides." Malfoy mocked.
"I know what's wrong with him. He hasn't asked the crazy chick who wants to kill me on a date for Friday yet." Spike said from his bed in the corner. "Mate, you have just got to go ahead and do it."
"Yeah? And what do I do if she says no?" Draco snapped.
"Then you start begging, if you're that desperate." Spike and Ron started laughing.
"I take it we are talking about Cinderella here?" Harry said. "I'll ask her for you if you like."
"No thanks Potter, I can do it myself." Draco said. "But you had better hurry up and ask the prize geek before she dies of an oversized brain."
Harry looked at his shadow steadily.
"If you are talking about Hermione, I already have. She said yes."
"Wow! Harry's got a date! I haven't." Ron said happily.
"Do you want one?"
"Err…"
"Ron, mate, speak. I'll ask her for you if you don't wanna do it yourself. It is a her, right?"
"YES! HOW DARE YOU IMPLY THAT I AM GAY?" Ron yelled, trying to change the subject. He realised it wasn't going to work.
"Ok, it's…..Cooper."
After the laughing had stopped, Ron vowed aloud that he would ask her tomorrow.
"So Spike. Are you going with Buffy?"
"Yeh. We are going to set fire to stuff in the park."
"Didn't she like, break your nose?"
"And verbally abuse you beyond belief?" Harry and Ron said in disbelief.
"Yeh. It's a sign of affection. We have punch ups and bitch fights all the time in Sunnydale. It's like a little pet thing we have." Spike said casually.
Then everyone realised that Artemis was being really quiet. He had stopped writing, and was now lying down.
"Hey, Artemis. Who are you gonna ask out?"
No answer.
"Oy! Geeky? Ohh. I get it you are gay."
Still no answer.
Spike realised that trying to wind Artemis up wasn't going to get him to speak, so he got up and strolled over to the Irish boy's bed. Then he threw himself onto it.
The muffled scream and yelling that followed stopped as Spike rolled onto the floor with a thud, but it was enough to make Artemis speak.
"Ok, ok, Mia asked me to go out with her on Friday."
"And you said…."
"He said no, sorry, I only like men." Ron added.
"No. I said yes, actually. Goodnight." Artemis pulled up the covers, rolled over and spoke no more.
To be continued………..
(This was one for the boys).
