Chapter 11

Kevin scowled as he flicked excess water off of his robes in Rebecca's direction. "Thank you, Becca dearest, for getting me completely drenched."

"My pleasure, darling," she seethed sarcastically, dodging the water he was currently trying to spew at her.

Once they were out on the lawns, Kevin proceeded to completely strip himself. He threw his waterlogged robes in Rebecca's face, soaking her as well.

"That was mature," she growled, running her fingers through her now damp hair, taking the ponytail out and struggling to put it back in.

Kevin rid himself of his black pants and white button-up, both emblazoned with a Ravenclaw crest. He remained in his blue-and-copper tie and a pair of plain black boxers.

Rebecca, also now soaked, needed a change of clothes as well. She removed her robes and shirt, staying in a white camisole and green-and-silver tie. Thankfully her skirt had stayed dry. She tried as hard as she could to keep her eyes off of Kevin, who, despite his unbearableness and pretentions, was undeniably attractive. Damn him for having perfect abs, Rebecca thought bitterly.

Unfortunately, Kevin noticed her looking.

"See anything you like?" he grinned. She almost exploded with anger; it took all of her composure to stop herself from attacking him like some wild animal. Instead, she bit her tongue and even began to hum. This was different, because Rebecca hated humming; humming was for happy people. And Rebecca was not a happy person.

"You do like it!" cried Kevin gleefully. He began prancing around her in a circle, humming (damn happy people! thought Rebecca), and the like. Unfortunately, they would have to stay outside until their clothes dried off completely, which could take a while. Rebecca sat down in a patch of grass, Summoneda book, and began to read.

"Jees, Becs, I knew you were smart, but some people can be smart without having their noses stuffed in a book all the time," Kevin smirked, using a bastardization of Rebecca's hated pet name.

"Some people can be smart and not be cocky assholes about it," Rebecca shot back, vowing to ignore him for the rest of the afternoon. Despite her frustration, she couldn't stop herself from sneaking peeks at Kevin's chest over the top of her book when she thought he wasn't looking. He almost caught her a few times, but she passed it off as swatting a bug away or things like that. She decided to stop correcting him on her name; he would never listen to her, so she decided that every time he called her anything other than Rebecca, she would just add it to the list of things about Kevin McKinlet that made her want to puke rainbow-colored chunks. Rebecca hated rainbows too. This was another reason Kevin irritated her.

Kevin, too, was having problems keeping his eyes off his adversary. She'd been irritating him for three years, and during those three years she'd gone from a snotty, skinny little rat of a girl to... well... a snotty, skinny girl who was unfortunately capable of hexing him in ways even he couldn't counter. But despite that, he had to admit to himself that Rebecca was kind of cute, in her own sort of hateful way.

"McKinlet, stop peering up my skirt and entertain yourself otherwise," Rebecca barked. Kevin still wasn't sure how she was able to tell these things, and it unnerved him.

"But Becky," he whined, playing with her name again. "I'm bored."

She looked up from her book to glare at him. All he did was stand up, stretch pointedly to flex his abs in her direction, and flop down next to her.

"Some personal space, please," she snapped. "I have to deal with you in classes, I don't need you this close to me now."

Kevin merely grinned cutely as he lay his still-damp head on the pages of her textbook. "I'm distracting you!" he said excitedly, as if nothing pleased him more.

"I know. Stop it," she snapped again.

"Why? You like looking at me. Why don't you look at me some more? I don't mind."

Damn Kevin McKinlet for being the smart, charming ass-head he is. Damn him, thought Rebecca. It's his fault I'm about to do this.

She sat up straighter, closed her book with a snap, and laid an angry kiss on Kevin's mouth.

"There. That'll teach you to get in my way," Rebecca growled as she stood up, put on her now dry shirt and robes, and stalked back into the school.

Kevin lay, shirtless and still wet, in the same spot he'd been in. What in bloody Merlin was that all about?