AN: Sorry for taking so long to update. I am a lazy bitch, there's really nothing else I can say about it. This chapter is brought to you by nikole salvatore and SHINeeWhiteRose for pestering me, and the epic voices of Joe Walker and Dylan Saunders in "Always Dance." :)
Chapter 29
That night, after practice, Vix and I headed down to the kitchens to get a late night snack. Dobby, who I just found out works in the kitchens, made us more food—way more—than we could want. It took longer than expected, so by the time we left the kitchens, we saw the halls were completely deserted.
"Oh no, we're gonna get caught," I moaned. I could not afford more detentions, and I knew Vix couldn't either. We backed into the kitchens.
"Don't worry, Bexy, we won't get caught," she assured me.
"How do you know?"
"I have a plan!"
"We are not nuking any teachers that see us," I warned her.
"Nope," she said, and smiled. "We're just gonna run for it."
"We'll get caught."
"Wouldn't matter if they saw us, either," she continued, ignoring me. "Did you know that Vix is short for Vixen?"
"So?"
"A vixen is a female fox!"
"Again, so?"
"Can't nobody catch the motherfucking fox!" she said confidently.
So we ran for it. On the third floor we thought we heard someone following us, but we continued running until we got to the common room, panting heavily.
"We made it," I said, shocked.
"That's because we are indefuckinstructible."
I laughed as we headed to my corner with our food, passing it around to Fred, George, and Oliver, who whispered in my ear, "What took so long?"
"Dobby," I replied.
Oliver nodded and wrapped his arm around me. he tilted my head toward him and kissed me, senging butterflies to my stomach.
"Ew, keep it to a minimum," George interrupted.
I maturely stuck my tongue out at him.
o.O.o
"I'm bored," Vix informed me after class on Friday. Surprisingly, the two of us had been graced with no homework over the weekend.
"Go take a walk," I suggested.
"Noooo," she whined. "The dementors scare me!"
"Ask someone to go with you."
"Hey, Bex—"
"Absolutely not."
"I'll nuke you," she warned.
"Sweetheart, I'd be shocked to death if someone actually funded this nuke project of yours."
She sighed. "Fine." She looked around. "But there's no one else to come with me."
"Maybe Cedric's available," I suggested sarcastically.
"Yeah, and maybe I'll let the dementors get me," she replied. "Dunno why you insist on torturing me with him."
"He's not terrible looking," I replied. "And he's really nice. He knew it was you that made him trip, but he didn't say anything. He let you get away with it."
"I'd rather he try to get me back," she muttered.
"Me too," I agreed.
"Why?"
"Because then you'd be trying to get him back and not bugging me. And you'd be paying attention to each other." I smirked.
"Very funny." She pouted. "I'm bored."
"Go for a fucking walk."
"Come with me."
"No!"
"Whyyyyyyy?"
"Fine."
"Really?"
"Don't make me change my mind."
"Right."
o.O.o
"So where are we going?" I asked after about 5 minutes of aimlessly walking around the school.
"Nowhere in particular," she said.
"Why must I go with you, then?" I asked.
"Like I said, the dementors scare me."
"I'll protect you," a voice said behind us. We turned around to find Cedric walking behind us. Vix scowled and turned back around.
"Can anyone tell me what foreshadowing is?" I whispered to myself.
"I don't need your protection. I have my Bex, her mean-demon, and my nukes!"
"God, Vix, when are you going to give that up?" I asked.
"Neverrrrr!" she said.
Cedric chuckled. "What's a mean-demon? And who gave you nukes?" he asked her.
As she started to explain, I pulled my iPod out of my pocket. Upon making sure she was playing nice, I let myself follow them around not paying attention to their flirting.
"Bex," Vix said a few minutes later. "We're bored."
"You have the tiniest attention span," I muttered to myself. "Go play a game."
"Like what?"
"Name the first game that comes to your mind."
"Quidditch," Cedric said.
"Hockey," Vix said at the same time.
"What's hockey?" Cedric asked.
Vix looked at him wide-eyed. "Times like this I really wish this school had an ice rink."
"We could head to the Room of Requirement," Cedric suggested.
"Bex, will you come too?" Vix begged.
"No, I'm gonna go back to the common room," I said. "Besides, I don't want to ruin this whole you-two-are-getting-along thing."
She shook her head. "We're not getting along. I'm gonna nail him on the ice."
"Oh, are you now?" I asked.
"Yeah! Check him right into the boards!"
"Well, good luck," I said, waving and heading off.
o.O.o
"Hey," Fred said, coming up to me and Oliver a little while later. "Where's Vix?"
"Playing hockey with Cedric," I answered immediately.
"What's hockey? And why Cedric?"
"A game, and I'm not sure really. We just kind of ran into him, and she wanted to play hockey, so they ran off."
"And you came back here to play with your boyfriend, I get it," Fred said. "When will she be back?"
"No idea, why?"
"I—nothing." And he walked away.
I felt a little bit bad for Fred, but I cleared the thought from my head. If he liked her so much, he should have just asked her out already.
Vix came in a few minutes later, and Fred and George came over too. And Vix was pissed off.
"Cedric's too good at hockey. He checked me like, 5 times!" she complained.
"So you didn't end up nailing him?" I asked.
"No, I—" she cut off, finally realizing what she said earlier. "Bex!" she growled at me. I laughed.
"You're so ignorant," I said.
"Vix, why were you playing hockey with Cedric?" Fred asked.
"Temporary amusement," she replied. "But I'd rather play hockey with you guys—hey!"
"No," I cut her off.
"Why?" she whined. "It'll be fun!" She turned to Fred, who had been smiling warmly since Vix admitted she's rather play with us. "Fred, will you play hockey with me sometime?"
"Of course," he replied immediately.
"She can nail him on the ice," I muttered to Oliver, who smirked.
"Maybe we should play too."
"I'm hungry!" Vix interrupted my response. "Come on, Bex, let's go get dinner!"
"Why am I the one you drag everywhere?" I asked.
"Because you're my best friend!" she replied.
"I'm not your best friend!" I snapped. "I don't have friends. I have people who I talk to because I'm forced and they won't leave me alone."
"And Oliver," she pointed out.
"Okay, and a boyfriend," I amended.
"Come on!" Vix grabbed my hand and led me to the Great Hall for dinner. The three boys followed behind us.
She pulled out her iPod and gave me an ear piece. I took it as she turned on her SHINee.
"You know what we should do?" she said. "We should all hang out in the Room of Requirement and listen to music and just hide in there."
"We could hang tomorrow," I suggested.
"But I wanted to go to Hogsmead tomorrow!" she whined.
"Since when do you go to Hogsmead trips?" I asked.
"Um, you never noticed that almost every other Saturday I disappeared almost all day?"
"I saw it as a welcome change," I replied. "You know I'm not a social person."
"I know, but you're still going."
"Yeah, Bex," Oliver spoke up behind me, putting his arm around my shoulders. "We can go on our first and a half date."
"First and a half?" Vix asked.
"We really don't count that party as a whole date, just a half, because you were there for most of it," I pointed out.
"And all we did was snog after you left," Oliver added.
"That's barely a date! I'm now forcing you to go, Bex!" Vix insisted.
"And you weren't before?" I asked.
"No, I was just forcefully suggesting it."
o.O.o
I woke up the next morning, Saturday, and noticed Vix was already gone. Good, maybe I could get some more sleep.
I had just barely formed that thought when she jumped into the room and on my bed, shouting, "Wake up, Bexy!"
"Nooo," I whined, putting my pillow over my head.
"Up! Now!"
"I am not a dog!"
"Then don't make me treat you like one!" she said. "Now get up. It's eight o'clock, and I have 2 hours to make you look pretty."
"I don't want to look pretty," I muttered.
"Obviously," she muttered. "If you want breakfast you should go now cuz when I start I will not stop."
I sighed. "I'm going to eat. I'll be back, maybe."
"If you don't come back, I will never speak to you again," Vix warned.
"Because that would be a disaster," I said sarcastically.
Vix followed me down to make sure I didn't run for it.
When we got down there, the boys were already waiting for us. I kissed Oliver and sat down next to him.
"So what are we doing before we head to Hogsmead?" Oliver asked.
"No. No. NO!" Vix said. "I get to have my way with her before anyone else!"
"Whoa," Oliver said. "What are you doing?"
"Vix, it's not like we're lesbians," I pointed out.
"We're not?" she asked. Then she laughed, and added, "No, I'm just gonna make her all pretty so you can have your way with her."
"Sounds good to me," Oliver said.
"Don't encourage her!" I ordered.
"Too late, Bexy!" Vix said.
"Bexy?" Oliver asked.
"That's what she calls me now. Drives me mad."
"Is it short for Sexy Bexy?" George asked, though he had kept quiet for the most part. I looked at George, who was smirking at me. Oliver tightened his arm around me, glaring at him. George glared back at the both of us.
"Hey, Vix," Cedric came up behind us then.
"Go away!" she snapped.
"Are you still mad I kicked your arse at hockey?" he asked amused.
"No," she said.
"Cool, then you want to go on a date?"
"No!" she snapped. "I gotta help Bex get ready, then I'm gonna enjoy my Hogsmead trip alone!"
"You sure?"
"Yes!" she said, exasperated.
"So you're going to be all alone?"
"Yes!"
"Fred and George will be somewhere else?"
"Yes!"
"So you'll meet me in the Three Broomsticks for a drink then?"
"Yes! Wait, what?"
Cedric smirked. "You said yes. You can't break your promise."
"Rgh! Come on, Bex, let's go!" she grabbed my hand and pulled me out. "I swear I can't stand him! He's so annoying!"
"But you promised you'd go, so you have to."
"I swear, I'll end up hitting him in the face with a brick."
"That's not very nice," I said mockingly. "You should at least warn him."
"How does one say, 'I'd like to hit you in the face with a brick' nicely?"
"'One wishes to acquaint your facial features with a fundamental item used in building walls. Repeatedly,'" I replied.
"Sounds good!" she agreed.
We got to the common room and Vix immediately led me upstairs. She started digging through my closet, then said, "Too much black in here," then went to her own.
"Why would I borrow your clothes?" I asked. "We have two completely different styles."
"Maybe you'll find something of mine that you like."
"Unlikely," I said. "All I see is pink. Like, would you like something from my closet?"
"No."
"Exactly."
"But pink is a girly color, and I'd never thought I'd have to remind you of this, but you are a girl, Bex."
"I know that!" I said. "That doesn't mean I have to dress in pink and sparkles like you."
Vix sighed. "Fine. No pink or sparkles. But no hoodies or sweats either. It's a date, Bex, you're now just hanging out with him in the common room." She looked at me. "You can wear those jeans you're wearing, and…" she trailed off heading to my closet. "This shirt." She was holding a black tee shirt with birds flying all on it. "And I have some earrings I want you to borrow, kay?" She pulled out what I call her sex earrings.
"Vix, you know those earrings say sex on them, right?"
"What?" she asked.
I took them and traced the S, then the E, and finally the X.
"I thought they were just swirls!" she said.
"I noticed that the first time I saw them," I laughed. "I barely knew you then, it was first year, and I thought you were an eleven year old whore or something."
"Wow. At eleven, I didn't even know what sex was."
"I was explained the gory details when I was like, 9, by an older cousin. Our family never cared what the older kids were telling the younger ones."
"Oh, Bex, you really had a fucked up childhood, didn't you?"
"Yeah."
"Now I get why you're so fucked up now."
"How rude," I said as I put her earrings in.
"Wait, why are you putting on the sex earrings?"
"Because guys don't really notice jewelry, unless they're gay." I smirked. "Plus, they're pretty, and they're my way to rebel."
