A/N: Some
spicy stuff.but just slight. Oliver starts to fall.
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That red flash was so familiar.
"Oliver Wood?!"I called, surprised that he was
out here.
As he looped around me he said, "If there was one thing that I could count
on for always staying true, it would be you."
"Excuse me?" I asked. What was he getting at?
"Er......I mean you.....your love of Quidditch,
and the fact that I know you'll always be like that, right?" He said,
stopping in front of me, his broom slighty hovering
up and down.
Confusion was welling up inside me again. He never failed to have me competely dumbfounded. "Oh! Oh....." I said.
"Yeah, that....."
Then there was a short silence. I started biting my lip. He looped around me
again, and broke the silence. "I thought I'd give everyone a
break...before I really start cracking down on them," he explained. "But not you. I knew you'd be out here."
"You knew, uh? Yeah, well..." I couldn't really think of anything to
say.
"Yeah.... You and I are a lot alike." he said. He had to be kidding
me. We were nothing alike.
"I don't think so!" I snapped and he looked a little taken aback.
"I mean...we're like opposites. Like...I dunno!
You're a good student, and I'm not! You have all this
natural talent and...well I don't. Truthfully, I don't
really think that's fair. I have to work twice as hard as you, to be as good as
you are."
I was trying hard not to use the word "perfect." I was also feeling
frustrated about it, too.
"What! You're a really great chaser, Kates. You
can't see that?" He asked me incredulously.
"No..." I said, descending to the ground. He called me Kates again. And I liked it.
"Trust me, I wouldn't let you stay on the team if I didn't think you
were," He said with a reassuring laugh. Well, like Oliver, it was nice of
him. But it was a different feeling to me. He seemed like he meant it, and
didn't just say it because he had to.
"Why aren't you with Alisa?" I asked, eager
to change the subject. I don't take flattery too well. "I mean no one's here, I thought you'd be hanging around with her?"
Oliver's eyebrows rose, and his jaw dropped slightly, which was wierd for him. "Uhh...well,"
he started. "We broke up today..."
"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to impose-"
"No! It's O.K. Percy saw her with someone else, and he told me." he explained, seemingly
unnerved. "Then I told her that I wasn't going to stand in her way of
being with that dud, if she really wanted to be with him."
"So, it doesn't bother you much then?" I asked. This isn't what I
expected. I thought he was going to be crying about it. But, he wasn't. He
seemed to be accepting the whole bit.
"Nah, she wasn't what I needed right now," he said looking me
straight in the eye, again, making me feel a little wierd.
"Would have distracted me from the team, and the team is what's important
to me."
"Oh, yeah...its our last year, Oliver. I want
that Cup!"I said determinedly."I
know you do."
"Merlin, you have no idea..." he answered. "So, tomorrow I give
the Speech. Whadda ya think
I should say, Kates? I really want to make them want
it as much as we do."
"That's why your the Captain, oh great one," I said sarcastically. He
smiled at this. I smiled back.
"C'm on, Bell!" He whined. "A
little help here?"
"Oh no, sir. Captain knows best," I went on. A little
sarcastic fun never hurts. I started walking towards the locker rooms, it was
getting dark out.
Oliver followed me. "You're a funny kid, you know that?" He said just
behind me.
"So they tell me." I answered not turning around. I was surprised
that I was being pleasant to him and we were getting along.
"Kates..." he laughed.
As we walked into the locker room, I was calculating how many
time's he'd called me Kates in the past half
hour, in my head. Three times, a record.
Then he did it again, right into my ear as I was opening up my locker. "Kates?" he whispered, and I turned around quickly,
startled. This put us in a very close position. When I turned around, I was
right up against him. One of his hands was up against the locker next to mine.
I was surrounded. His eyes seemed to be moving from my lips to my eyes, and
back again. We stayed like this for a few seconds, until I broke our
suspenseful silence.
"Yeah?" I asked, staring at his lips which were maybe an inch from my
eyes. I looked up into his. I couldn't read them. They kind of looked scared. I
felt a fleeting surge in my stomach. I've never experienced that before. Must
be something I ate. That or nerves. Probably nerves, because I was sensing that
he was going to tell me something...
But, he hesitated. "I ...er...nothing." he
finally whispered and backed
away. Then he blushed, the first time I ever saw him do that. It was just so wierd. He wasn't as composed as he had always seemed. Less
perfect, in a good way. If I haven't told you, I hate perfect.
"O.K..." was what I said. It seemed out of place to say
"O.K"
I had no idea what just happened. No idea what to make of it. Picturing it in
my head, I imagined it looked like various unpleasant encounters that I've had
with Flint.
But it wasn't unpleasant. With Flint I was always squirming to get away. I was
inexplicably disappointed when he (Oliver) had nothing to say, and when he
stepped away...
He turned away from me and opened his locker with his head down. It was obvious
he was avoiding eye contact with me. As I was going over the events of the past
minute, I stood watching him, uncharacteristically clumsily, pack his duffle.
He finally looked at me, and said "See you tomorrow." But, he said it
so fast that it sounded like "S'yada'raro."
Then he rushed out of the room, and left me standing there. Real smooth, Kates. What have you done?
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