Two weeks passed and everything is going . . . okay, I guess.
I mean, Draco keeps *bumping into me on accident* and Mark is still ignoring me. Potions is probably the worst class in the world since I'm paired up with the perverted bastard, Draco. Still, Mark doesn't defend me and just continues his work *happily* with Blaise. God I hate her. Blaise is the flirtacious type; the type guys can't get the hands off. Mark knows better though . . . Right? Right.
Thank Merlin for Quidditch practice today or I would have gone insane by now. I managed to catch the snitch five times in a half-hour of practice on my new Firebolt 5000, which, by the way, am very proud of. I won it in a raffle at Hogsmeade last year. There's only about one hundred of them, and if you think about it, that's not many brooms. Our next game is against Pretty Boy's team; Slytherin. I swear, I'm gonna knock that guy off his broom before he can say "Quidditch".
I went to the locker rooms and took a quick shower before walking up back into the castle. I was really exhausted. I worked my butt of today and I needed sleep. Who cares about homework at this point anyway? I said the Ravenclaw password and walked into the girl's dorm where I practically fell onto the bed and went to sleep.
The next morning I forced myself to wake-up and get dressed. I came down to the great hall and noticed that the door had been locked. It was pretty early in the morning (don't ask me why I came down for breakfast so early, maybe it was to make-up for yesterday's tardiness or not doing my homework) so I figured they just hadn't opened the doors yet.
I took out my wand and opened the door with a quick spell. As I creaked open the door, I found something I didn't really need to see...
Blaise was at the Ravenclaw table talking (I think we can call it flirting since Mark seemed to be enjoying it) to Mark. Indeed, I am a jealous person. I'm a very jealous person at that. I walked up to Mark and tapped his shoulder, smiling sarcastically. He turned around and his smile faded to that of fear. Nah, it wasn't exactly a Volemort fear, but fear that I was going to seriously kick his buttocks.
"Having fun, Mark?" I asked looking at Blaise who was purposely trying to get on my nerves by wrapping her arms around him. "Lay off, Robin. Can't you see we're having some, *fun*?" Blaise said taunting me into attacking her.
At this point, I really wish she *was* on the Quidditch team so I could knock her little bitchy butt off her broom. "Mark?" I asked him eyeing him with anger. It was time he made his own decisions. I couldn't stand up for him forever. He had to choose, and he had to choose now. I know I'm sounding demanding, but come on. This was my guy flirting with a Slytherin Girl.
"Come on Robin I was just talking to her about the potion we have to do for Proffessor Snape." Mark said sweetly.
God, he seemed so honest.
How could I not trust him?
"Okay, if that was all then I'm sorry if I intruded." I said and walked over to the other end of the table. Now, don't yell at me for not seeing that he was enjoying the talk with Blaise, because I saw it too. I'm not blind. But, I can't keep him on a leash every second. He's his own person. But I swear, if she does anything to him, I will personally tie her tongue down to a pole.
I know what you're thinking: OMG! You think he's boring, he doesn't stand up for you, and he lies and flirts with Blaise! JUST BREAK-UP WITH HIM!
I want to, really I do.
I just...
Just.
Don't have the guts inside me. I'm scared of what will happen, what he'll do. I dunno.just let me eat my cereal.
Eating my cereal, I started feeling lonely, and watching Blaise flirt with Mark wasn't helping. Suddenly, I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around thinking it was Piper, but alas, that would have been a GOOD surprise. This was a bad one.
"What do you want, Draco?" I asked as he sat next to me. This was my chance to get even with Mark; flirting with HIS worst enemy. But no, I didn't have the heart to do it.
"Just wanted to sit with my favorite girl." Draco said wrapping an arm around me.
"Piss off Draco. Your favorite girl is was making out with you on the first day of school." I said and pushed his arms off me.
"Ah, Pansy isn't my favorite girl, you are..." Draco said eyeing Mark suspiciously.
"More like your flavor of the week." I said and kept on eating.
"Aw, look at the two lovebirds," Draco stated and pointed to Mark and Blaise, "Why isn't your BOYFRIEND over here with you?"
Bah, I hate it when Draco sounds the slightest bit of caring.
"Because he's too busy *talking about potions*..." I stated, now sort of feeling sorry for myself.
"Well, the only potions I see going on is the chemistry between them." Draco chuckled. He stopped when he saw that I wasn't punching him out or kicking him where-the-sun-don't shine.
I was in deep thinking, staring at the colorful wheat doughnuts in my bowl.
"Is something the matter?" Draco said.
"No," I lied. I wasn't going to tell Senor Creepo about my issues with Mark, "Why?"
"Because you haven't kicked or punched me yet. You missed your cue about two minutes back." Draco said and grabbed a muffin from the basket.
"Ner...It's nothing. Not like you'd care." I started.
"I do." Draco said turning my head towards him.
Uh-uh, I'm not falling for that. I know I'm pretty desperate at this point, but not desperate enough to fall into Draco's trap.
"I'm sure you do." I sneered and continued eating. Draco's mouth moved slightly into a frown as he got up and slowly walked to the Slytherin table eyeing the couple across the room.
I mean, Draco keeps *bumping into me on accident* and Mark is still ignoring me. Potions is probably the worst class in the world since I'm paired up with the perverted bastard, Draco. Still, Mark doesn't defend me and just continues his work *happily* with Blaise. God I hate her. Blaise is the flirtacious type; the type guys can't get the hands off. Mark knows better though . . . Right? Right.
Thank Merlin for Quidditch practice today or I would have gone insane by now. I managed to catch the snitch five times in a half-hour of practice on my new Firebolt 5000, which, by the way, am very proud of. I won it in a raffle at Hogsmeade last year. There's only about one hundred of them, and if you think about it, that's not many brooms. Our next game is against Pretty Boy's team; Slytherin. I swear, I'm gonna knock that guy off his broom before he can say "Quidditch".
I went to the locker rooms and took a quick shower before walking up back into the castle. I was really exhausted. I worked my butt of today and I needed sleep. Who cares about homework at this point anyway? I said the Ravenclaw password and walked into the girl's dorm where I practically fell onto the bed and went to sleep.
The next morning I forced myself to wake-up and get dressed. I came down to the great hall and noticed that the door had been locked. It was pretty early in the morning (don't ask me why I came down for breakfast so early, maybe it was to make-up for yesterday's tardiness or not doing my homework) so I figured they just hadn't opened the doors yet.
I took out my wand and opened the door with a quick spell. As I creaked open the door, I found something I didn't really need to see...
Blaise was at the Ravenclaw table talking (I think we can call it flirting since Mark seemed to be enjoying it) to Mark. Indeed, I am a jealous person. I'm a very jealous person at that. I walked up to Mark and tapped his shoulder, smiling sarcastically. He turned around and his smile faded to that of fear. Nah, it wasn't exactly a Volemort fear, but fear that I was going to seriously kick his buttocks.
"Having fun, Mark?" I asked looking at Blaise who was purposely trying to get on my nerves by wrapping her arms around him. "Lay off, Robin. Can't you see we're having some, *fun*?" Blaise said taunting me into attacking her.
At this point, I really wish she *was* on the Quidditch team so I could knock her little bitchy butt off her broom. "Mark?" I asked him eyeing him with anger. It was time he made his own decisions. I couldn't stand up for him forever. He had to choose, and he had to choose now. I know I'm sounding demanding, but come on. This was my guy flirting with a Slytherin Girl.
"Come on Robin I was just talking to her about the potion we have to do for Proffessor Snape." Mark said sweetly.
God, he seemed so honest.
How could I not trust him?
"Okay, if that was all then I'm sorry if I intruded." I said and walked over to the other end of the table. Now, don't yell at me for not seeing that he was enjoying the talk with Blaise, because I saw it too. I'm not blind. But, I can't keep him on a leash every second. He's his own person. But I swear, if she does anything to him, I will personally tie her tongue down to a pole.
I know what you're thinking: OMG! You think he's boring, he doesn't stand up for you, and he lies and flirts with Blaise! JUST BREAK-UP WITH HIM!
I want to, really I do.
I just...
Just.
Don't have the guts inside me. I'm scared of what will happen, what he'll do. I dunno.just let me eat my cereal.
Eating my cereal, I started feeling lonely, and watching Blaise flirt with Mark wasn't helping. Suddenly, I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around thinking it was Piper, but alas, that would have been a GOOD surprise. This was a bad one.
"What do you want, Draco?" I asked as he sat next to me. This was my chance to get even with Mark; flirting with HIS worst enemy. But no, I didn't have the heart to do it.
"Just wanted to sit with my favorite girl." Draco said wrapping an arm around me.
"Piss off Draco. Your favorite girl is was making out with you on the first day of school." I said and pushed his arms off me.
"Ah, Pansy isn't my favorite girl, you are..." Draco said eyeing Mark suspiciously.
"More like your flavor of the week." I said and kept on eating.
"Aw, look at the two lovebirds," Draco stated and pointed to Mark and Blaise, "Why isn't your BOYFRIEND over here with you?"
Bah, I hate it when Draco sounds the slightest bit of caring.
"Because he's too busy *talking about potions*..." I stated, now sort of feeling sorry for myself.
"Well, the only potions I see going on is the chemistry between them." Draco chuckled. He stopped when he saw that I wasn't punching him out or kicking him where-the-sun-don't shine.
I was in deep thinking, staring at the colorful wheat doughnuts in my bowl.
"Is something the matter?" Draco said.
"No," I lied. I wasn't going to tell Senor Creepo about my issues with Mark, "Why?"
"Because you haven't kicked or punched me yet. You missed your cue about two minutes back." Draco said and grabbed a muffin from the basket.
"Ner...It's nothing. Not like you'd care." I started.
"I do." Draco said turning my head towards him.
Uh-uh, I'm not falling for that. I know I'm pretty desperate at this point, but not desperate enough to fall into Draco's trap.
"I'm sure you do." I sneered and continued eating. Draco's mouth moved slightly into a frown as he got up and slowly walked to the Slytherin table eyeing the couple across the room.
