On to the next chapter…but before that, I'd like to remind you guys that I
said I'll probably get flamed for something I'm making one of the
characters do? Well, Oliver kissing Kimberly wasn't it…it's something
worse…much worse, thanks to Silver Arrow for your sweet review but I think
I really deserve it, as much as it might hurt. And…to a reviewer 'someone',
What is a story without conflicts? If I didn't make Oliver do that, this
story would be plotless…but all's well that ends well….so, thanks for
reading and reviewing anyway…=] On to the story…
Little did Fred and Angelina know that a still fuming and slightly tearful Katie did witness Oliver and Kimberly's little exchange in the common room, and that during their little spat, she found herself staring at the huge doors leading to the library. Katie wiped her tears away with her hand and pushed the doors open. She strolled past the scattered students from different years and houses who were grumbling and scowling at thick heavy books. She left the sound of pages being flipped and made her way to a secluded corner. The table there was the same one where she and Roger had worked together a few days ago. To her surprise, she saw someone sitting there already. His hands were cupping his chin and his eyes had a glazed look in them as he stared at the empty air in front of him. "Roger?"
The Ravenclaw quidditch captain turned around and smiled, "Hello Katie, what are you doing here?"
Katie shrugged and seated herself in a chair facing Roger.
"What are you doing?" she asked, looking at the table that was free of books or any sort of possible entertainment.
"Nothing, just sitting around," he replied nonchalantly; And thinking of you, he added silently in his mind.
He noticed her finally dried but red eyes and asked, "What's wrong?"
Sadness dawned on her face again but she replied, "Nothing," shaking her head sadly.
"Oh come on, you know I can read you like a book, something's up…what is it?" he asked again.
"Fine," Katie sighed resignedly, "It's Oliver."
"Oliver?" Roger repeated after her disbelievingly. "What did that bastard so?"
Katie winced perceptibly at his language but ignored it. She eyed him critically and said, "I walked in on him doing something meant to be private. He was kissing some other girl."
Roger squirmed in his seat. Great, just what I did to her, he thought, she must be sick of the male species by now. However, he was furious with Oliver…how could he do this to Katie?
"Who was the girl?" he asked aloud.
"Some blonde hair-blue eyed bitch," she replied bitingly.
(A/N: Sorry if you have blonde hair)
Roger flinched, "Ouch, that must have hurt," he commented, unthinkingly stating the obvious.
"What do you think?" she paused, "Still, I should be used to it by now, this isn't exactly the first time."
Roger avoided her eyes uncomfortably.
"Forget I said that…I'm sorry," Katie hurriedly apologized.
"No…it was my fault. Katie, you know I never meant to do that-"
"I said forget it!" Katie interrupted. "Please?" she added softly.
Roger nodded. "What did he say?"
Katie looked at him blankly, "Say?"
"Yes…say. You know, excuses or stuff like that?"
"Oh…he doesn't know I saw. Do you think I should confront him? Or just wait until he decides to be honest with me?"
"You going to sit back and let him cheat on you?"
"No…maybe he'll tell me, do you think I should wait until he does? Oliver is still a decent guy, regardless of what he did…he wouldn't hurt anyone on purpose," Katie said hopefully, half reassuring herself.
Roger sighed. "I don't know, Katie. I'm the wrong person to ask, remember?" he reminded her softly.
"But you did tell me right after you kissed whatever-her-name-is…you were honest about wanting to break up with-" she trailed off. Panic seized her previously contemplating expression and she grabbed Roger's hand tightly. "Break up! Maybe that's what Oliver wants! Is that what he wants?" her eyes swept across the library at a dizzying speed.
She stood up frantically, "I don't want that to happen! I have to talk to him…Now." She said determinedly and rushed out of the library. Roger stared at her. That was the second time she left him in the library like that. 'Well, that just proofs how much she wants Oliver. That bastard,' he rolled his eyes sardonically, 'I leave her to him and he goes and breaks her heart into pieces—stupid git.'
A/N: Well, that's done…flame away…after getting my first one…it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be…go ahead…I won't even bother taking it down.
Little did Fred and Angelina know that a still fuming and slightly tearful Katie did witness Oliver and Kimberly's little exchange in the common room, and that during their little spat, she found herself staring at the huge doors leading to the library. Katie wiped her tears away with her hand and pushed the doors open. She strolled past the scattered students from different years and houses who were grumbling and scowling at thick heavy books. She left the sound of pages being flipped and made her way to a secluded corner. The table there was the same one where she and Roger had worked together a few days ago. To her surprise, she saw someone sitting there already. His hands were cupping his chin and his eyes had a glazed look in them as he stared at the empty air in front of him. "Roger?"
The Ravenclaw quidditch captain turned around and smiled, "Hello Katie, what are you doing here?"
Katie shrugged and seated herself in a chair facing Roger.
"What are you doing?" she asked, looking at the table that was free of books or any sort of possible entertainment.
"Nothing, just sitting around," he replied nonchalantly; And thinking of you, he added silently in his mind.
He noticed her finally dried but red eyes and asked, "What's wrong?"
Sadness dawned on her face again but she replied, "Nothing," shaking her head sadly.
"Oh come on, you know I can read you like a book, something's up…what is it?" he asked again.
"Fine," Katie sighed resignedly, "It's Oliver."
"Oliver?" Roger repeated after her disbelievingly. "What did that bastard so?"
Katie winced perceptibly at his language but ignored it. She eyed him critically and said, "I walked in on him doing something meant to be private. He was kissing some other girl."
Roger squirmed in his seat. Great, just what I did to her, he thought, she must be sick of the male species by now. However, he was furious with Oliver…how could he do this to Katie?
"Who was the girl?" he asked aloud.
"Some blonde hair-blue eyed bitch," she replied bitingly.
(A/N: Sorry if you have blonde hair)
Roger flinched, "Ouch, that must have hurt," he commented, unthinkingly stating the obvious.
"What do you think?" she paused, "Still, I should be used to it by now, this isn't exactly the first time."
Roger avoided her eyes uncomfortably.
"Forget I said that…I'm sorry," Katie hurriedly apologized.
"No…it was my fault. Katie, you know I never meant to do that-"
"I said forget it!" Katie interrupted. "Please?" she added softly.
Roger nodded. "What did he say?"
Katie looked at him blankly, "Say?"
"Yes…say. You know, excuses or stuff like that?"
"Oh…he doesn't know I saw. Do you think I should confront him? Or just wait until he decides to be honest with me?"
"You going to sit back and let him cheat on you?"
"No…maybe he'll tell me, do you think I should wait until he does? Oliver is still a decent guy, regardless of what he did…he wouldn't hurt anyone on purpose," Katie said hopefully, half reassuring herself.
Roger sighed. "I don't know, Katie. I'm the wrong person to ask, remember?" he reminded her softly.
"But you did tell me right after you kissed whatever-her-name-is…you were honest about wanting to break up with-" she trailed off. Panic seized her previously contemplating expression and she grabbed Roger's hand tightly. "Break up! Maybe that's what Oliver wants! Is that what he wants?" her eyes swept across the library at a dizzying speed.
She stood up frantically, "I don't want that to happen! I have to talk to him…Now." She said determinedly and rushed out of the library. Roger stared at her. That was the second time she left him in the library like that. 'Well, that just proofs how much she wants Oliver. That bastard,' he rolled his eyes sardonically, 'I leave her to him and he goes and breaks her heart into pieces—stupid git.'
A/N: Well, that's done…flame away…after getting my first one…it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be…go ahead…I won't even bother taking it down.