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Chapter 21:

Oliver Wood

"Hot Mess"- Cobra Starship

I looked at myself in the mirror to make sure I looked okay. My Aunt, Justin's mother was a neat freak and she needed everything to be prefect. From silverware, to decorations to her guests, I still wonder to this day how Justin ended up like the way he is.

I heard a knock at the door and my Father's head popped in. "Hey son, you're looking good. Oh let me fix the bow," my Father said as he walked into my room. "So, um that girl, she's a really good friend huh?"

"Er, um yes," I said trying to figure out where he was going with this.

"And that's all she is right?"

Oh Merlin. "Yes Father. She's nothing else,"

"Okay, just making sure she won't be a distraction from Quidditch,"

"Father, she won't. Quidditch is more important to me than a girl. And I promise you we don't have any relationship but Coach and player. And she's the last person I'd ever want to have a relationship with," I said firmly. My father looked me in the eyes and I could still see doubt in them.

"I don't understand. Why is she here? It sounds like you can't stand her yet she's here and I don't mind her being here its just she's neither a friend nor a lover. What is she to you?"

"Like I said she's just a player; a Quidditch player that is," I said, and a heart player.

"I'm trusting you Oliver. I know you're a teenage boy and you need to experience love and stuff but that'll come soon. Right now Quidditch is the most important and then grades,"

I nodded my head agreeing with him. "Yes, I know,"

"Okay. Well, come downstairs. We're going to leave in a couple of minutes," My father said as he walked out of my room. I stared at myself in the mirror one last time. I was wearing a tuxedo my mother had recently bought for me, (Merlin, my mother just fancied shopping) and my hair was combed neatly but I bet it would soon be the way it usually is, messy.

I walked downstairs to my mother and father ready. My mother handed me a glass of water. "Keep yourself hydrated. We're going to meet a lot of family tonight,"

I took a sip of water when I heard Labelle's voice. "Are you guys ready to be amazed?" she asked excitedly. I rolled my eyes.

"Yes dear! Hurry down!" My mother said and looked at my father and I thrilled. "She looks stunning! She's already so beautiful and now she's gorgeous!" I heard the clickity clack of heels and I turned around to see Labelle descending down the stairs. My eyes were caught on her like a fish caught on a hook.

You know how in films the girl is coming down the stairs and the guy is just stunned by her beauty because she looks beautiful in a dress and with some make up on? I would always wonder to myself how stupid the bloke looked. But now, I know what all the fuss was about. I began to choke.

"Oliver, are you okay?" my Father asked as he patted me hard on my back. I nodded my head.

"Um-yeah," Cough. "I just choked on ice," Cough.

"Oliver dear. I didn't put any ice," My mother said looking at me puzzled.

"Er, I mean water. Air. I- I don't…" I just shut up and turned to look at Labelle. She was wearing a tight black dress that shaped every curve of her body. The sleeves were three-fourth of her arms and the dress was midway of her thighs. Her short hair softly rested on her shoulders and she wore black ankle boots giving an effect of her already longs to be even longer.

She twirled around and looked at us with a big smile. "You guys are speechless aren't you? Mrs. Wood, you're amazing," she said to my mother happily.

"You look lovely Irina," My father said to her with a smile.

"Thank you Mr. Wood. Your wife can do wonders," she turned to me and asked, "So how do I look Wood Junior?"

"What in the world are you wearing?" I asked bluntly.

She looked taken aback. "Excuse me?"

"The stupid blokes at the party are going to rape you with their eyes!"

"Wood, that's really rude," she said trying to not get pissed.

"Mother. She's going to get some really bad attention," I said to my mother. She gave me a frown.

"Oliver, I agree with Irina. If you have nothing nice to say, then don't say anything at all," My mother said sternly. She clutched her purse and turned to my father. "Shall we go honey?"

"Hey man, everything all right? Whoa. Is that…Irina?" Justin asked looking over at Irina who was socializing with my relatives, and having an animated conversation.

"Yes," I said taking a drink of wine.

"Oh Merlin. Fuck. She looks fucking fineeeeee," he said with a small whistle. I looked at him a bit angrily. He felt me looking at him and then stopped. "Don't worry, I won't make a move on your girl,"

"She's not my girl," I snapped.

Justin looked like a small kid who was allowed to eat not one but two cookies before dinner. His eyes shined. "Are you serious? Then you won't mind if…" he smirked.

"Are you bloody serious? Didn't you get enough in the alley during Thanksgiving break!"

"Oliver, I don't understand you. You don't like her right? You've said so yourself. I don't get why you mind if I make her mine,"

"I don't mind at all. I'm just doing it for your own good. She's a player,"

"So? We can play this game by her rules then," Justin said and with a wicked grin he walked toward Labelle. I rolled my eyes. I couldn't believe it. I do something nice and this is how I get treated?

I took a couple of appetizers and looked around. Justin's family, the Firkins, lived in an elegant, huge and beautiful home. They had moved to London two years ago when Justin was sixteen. He's eighteen now and I guess with age comes with a lot of more excitement.

"Oh my, Oliver?" I turned around and I regretted it. I should have acted like I had gone deaf or something.

"Sophie, how are you?" I asked. She looked at me with her brown eyes. She flipped her black hair back and took a hold of my hand. I gently pulled away. She looked at me with a pout.

"I'm doing…okay. Wow, it's been a while since I've last seen you. How have you been?" she asked softly.

"I've been busy. Quidditch and stuff," I said and took another appetizer.

"Oh, yeah. I guess you haven't changed since then," she said and bit her lip.

"Yeah. So, um do you have a boyfriend?" I asked.

"Um, well sort of. I um, have a fiancée," she said and looked down. I felt like lightning had hit me leaving my mind in a haze.

"Sorry? I didn't quite catch that,"

She laughed quietly. "You heard right Oliver, I have a fiancée. Oh no, I'm not getting married to him now, once I graduate I will,"

"You um, recover quickly," I said not knowing exactly what to say. I mean what was I supposed to say after seeing my ex-girlfriend from a year ago being engaged already at the age of sixteen?

"I guess I do. He's really sweet. I met him through family relatives. You're um invited to our wedding. It's in two years on July 15. I'll formally send you an invitation soon," she said shyly.

"Oh yeah. Thanks. Well, it was nice catching up with you Sophie," I said and gave her a small smile.

She smiled back. "Same Oliver. I really um, hope you find someone special too,"

"Oh, yeah. Thanks," I said and walked away. I didn't know where I was walking nor did I care. I just couldn't think straight. How can someone so young already be engaged to someone? How could someone I know for only a couple of years already quickly move on? I never realized how quick life and time moved. Now I felt like life and time was leaving me behind.

I sat on the staircase, placing my drink on a step. I put my head in my hands trying to organize my thoughts. Okay Oliver, all you've to think about is Quidditch. Until you get into Puddlemere United, nothing else matters. After you join then maybe we can talk about it.

I nodded my head. Yes, that's more like it. I found Sophie again standing with a young man who seemed like he was a bit older than me. He looked like a rich bloke and he didn't seem that bad. I really do hope he treats her better than I did. The reason Sophie and I broke up was because I was too busy with school and Quidditch that we never even got a proper date. We hooked up last summer at a game and then we were dating. Sort of, it never really worked out since we barely got to see each other and then I eventually broke it off during last January. I never really was in love with her.

I never really was in love with anyone. Just Quidditch. I heaved a sigh. I saw Labelle's hand holding onto Justin's and they were quickly walking away from the party to another room.

Labelle. Irina. I don't like her. She's annoying, rude, immature, and stubborn. She's risky and irresponsible and just plain selfish. Sometimes though, when she's drunk she may seem like human but she's not. I just can't stand her.

I don't even know how she ended up here spending Christmas with me.

Er, I mean Justin I guess. We barely saw each other except during dinner and then tonight. All day I was out hanging out with my old friends and she was home bonding with my mother.

She's just a hot mess. I can't ever like a girl like her. The only good thing about her is that she's a great seeker. That's it. And she's got good looks but that's just luck. Her personality is just horrible.

But then again I can't blame her. I just can't believe someone would do that to her when she was young. She was just so fucking young! How can someone be so cruel! If I ever see that bastard who did that to her I'm going to kill him; why he's in Azkaban I'll never know. He should have just been executed.

I shook my head. But yet she still roams around showing off that body of hers. Is she asking for it again? I let out a groan. I won't ever understand her! She's just bloody insane! This girl is more complicated than… ugh! I don't even have anything to compare her with! I clenched my fists. She makes me so frustrated. She's just a bucket of trouble. I can't stand her!

"What is she to you?"

"You don't like her right?"

My father's and Justin's words began to invade my mind. She's nobody to me. I don't like her. I never have and I never will.

Author's Note:

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