Why Not?
"You're like an empty Christmas present, Oliver. Sorry," the girl said as she walked away. Katie walked up behind him.
"She's sweet…" she deadpanned. Oliver gave a humourless chuckle.
"Third time this month." Oliver sat on the windowsill. Looking at him, Katie felt sorry for him. He kept looking over to the girl, who went to go sit by her friends in the small courtyard. "Is there something wrong with me?" he asked, suddenly looking right at Katie. She blinked at the question.
"Huh?" she responded, her Irish accent coming out heavily at the word.
"Why do girls always say no to going out with me?" he questioned. Katie kept her lips tight. "And what does that mean, anyway? 'You're like an empty Christmas Present'?" Oliver played with the hem of his shirt as he frowned, thinking. Katie felt sorry for him. There really was more to the lad than his quidditch obsession. No one bothered to let him show it, though. And no one realized that quidditch talk came out when he was nervous.
"They don't really know anything about you except you're…extensive…knowledge of quidditch." Katie hoped that didn't sound bad. "Really, Ollie. Don't worry too much about it. If they don't see there is more to you than quidditch, then they aren't worth your time. Besides! Why do you need them?" she smiled. "You have me!" Oliver looked up at her, attempting to smile.
"Kates…I appreciate it…but…I want to have a girlfriend, you know?" Katie looked down at her shoes.
"I…I don't know what to say then, Oliver." With that, she turned on her heel and tried not to storm out of the corridor. She didn't make it all the way down before she crashed into someone.
"Katie?" She looked up at Fred. She ran around him, not wanting him to see her cry.