Chapter 5 - Fighting
Soon it was time to go back to school, and by that time Sirius was more sexually frustrated than he had ever been since he found out that kissing a girl wouldn't make him throw up.
"Hey, Padfoot, over here!" he heard James call from across the station. Sirius walked over to his friend and saw instantly that everybody except Kayla was present.
"She's going to be late," Lily told him, as if she could read where his thoughts were. "Why?" Sirius asked. "I don't know Sirius! I'm not her keeper!" Lily scowled. For some reason, ever since Lily, Kayla, James and Sirius were little, everyone expected for Lily to know where Kayla was, James to know where Sirius was, and vice versa. And Lily had always found that irritating for some reason.
"Okay, I get the idea!" Sirius told her with his hands held in front of him in surrender. "It just slipped." He admitted as he saw Lily's radiant, unblemished, tanned face rearrange into a scowl. Lily made a "hrumph" and crossed her arms over her chest.
Something looked different about Lilly today though. Sirius looked at her slowly from the bottom of her black boots, up her dark blue, tight form fitting pants, up past her hips and the black long sleeved shirt that she covered her upper body with. And stopped at her face and he realized something. She had dark red strands of hair framing her face. "Your hair is down!" Sirius almost shouted from his shock. If there was one predictable thing about Lily, it was - or used to be - that she never wore her hair down unless she had to, and her mother beat her into it.
"Of course it is," a voice sounded from behind Sirius.
Sirius turned around and ended up face to face with the object of his desires, and dreams. Kayla Cameron was standing in front of him wearing a very tight pair of black jeans that rod low on her slim hips, and a equally tight red shirt that allowed every male to see that she had a magnificent rack. And her hair . . . it was down too! The black mass fell in waves down her back, glinting in the torch light.
"Why are you so late?" Sirius demanded.
"Well, well, well. If it isn't the biggest group of losers on the school grounds, and their girlfriends," a silky voice drawled.
Kayla looked over Sirius' broad shoulder to see Snape and Malfoy emerge from the crowd filling on to the train in hopes of finding a compartment.
"Go fuck yourself, Malfoy." Kayla hissed loudly.
"I would, but only if I could have your help with that." Malfoy taunted her.
Kayla's blood chilled, making her look pale under her summer tan, and her vision swam red as she pounced on Malfoy and begun to hit him. She had gotten in five very good punches to his very finely chiseled jaw, and aristocratic face before she felt Lily capture the fist that she aimed for Malfoy's long, prefect nose.
"Pouncy, you'll end up killing him." Lily soothed in a clam voice. "Come on, he's damaged enough, Kayla. Get up off of him before you end up killing the bastard."
Kayla slowly stood up, and began to flex her stinging hand. "His face is hard." Was all she said as she started towards the train.
"One of these days you're going to find out how fucking stupid it is to mess with her Malfoy," Lily growled as she passed him and went after Kayla.
"What's wrong Snape? Don't know what to do without your leader?" Sirius taunted before going after Lily and Kayla.
"Stay away from us Snape, and you won't be bodily harmed," James warned as he, Remus and Aria ran to catch up with Sirius.
"That bitch was trying to kill me!" a voice moaned from the hard ground of the train station floor.
Soon it was time to go back to school, and by that time Sirius was more sexually frustrated than he had ever been since he found out that kissing a girl wouldn't make him throw up.
"Hey, Padfoot, over here!" he heard James call from across the station. Sirius walked over to his friend and saw instantly that everybody except Kayla was present.
"She's going to be late," Lily told him, as if she could read where his thoughts were. "Why?" Sirius asked. "I don't know Sirius! I'm not her keeper!" Lily scowled. For some reason, ever since Lily, Kayla, James and Sirius were little, everyone expected for Lily to know where Kayla was, James to know where Sirius was, and vice versa. And Lily had always found that irritating for some reason.
"Okay, I get the idea!" Sirius told her with his hands held in front of him in surrender. "It just slipped." He admitted as he saw Lily's radiant, unblemished, tanned face rearrange into a scowl. Lily made a "hrumph" and crossed her arms over her chest.
Something looked different about Lilly today though. Sirius looked at her slowly from the bottom of her black boots, up her dark blue, tight form fitting pants, up past her hips and the black long sleeved shirt that she covered her upper body with. And stopped at her face and he realized something. She had dark red strands of hair framing her face. "Your hair is down!" Sirius almost shouted from his shock. If there was one predictable thing about Lily, it was - or used to be - that she never wore her hair down unless she had to, and her mother beat her into it.
"Of course it is," a voice sounded from behind Sirius.
Sirius turned around and ended up face to face with the object of his desires, and dreams. Kayla Cameron was standing in front of him wearing a very tight pair of black jeans that rod low on her slim hips, and a equally tight red shirt that allowed every male to see that she had a magnificent rack. And her hair . . . it was down too! The black mass fell in waves down her back, glinting in the torch light.
"Why are you so late?" Sirius demanded.
"Well, well, well. If it isn't the biggest group of losers on the school grounds, and their girlfriends," a silky voice drawled.
Kayla looked over Sirius' broad shoulder to see Snape and Malfoy emerge from the crowd filling on to the train in hopes of finding a compartment.
"Go fuck yourself, Malfoy." Kayla hissed loudly.
"I would, but only if I could have your help with that." Malfoy taunted her.
Kayla's blood chilled, making her look pale under her summer tan, and her vision swam red as she pounced on Malfoy and begun to hit him. She had gotten in five very good punches to his very finely chiseled jaw, and aristocratic face before she felt Lily capture the fist that she aimed for Malfoy's long, prefect nose.
"Pouncy, you'll end up killing him." Lily soothed in a clam voice. "Come on, he's damaged enough, Kayla. Get up off of him before you end up killing the bastard."
Kayla slowly stood up, and began to flex her stinging hand. "His face is hard." Was all she said as she started towards the train.
"One of these days you're going to find out how fucking stupid it is to mess with her Malfoy," Lily growled as she passed him and went after Kayla.
"What's wrong Snape? Don't know what to do without your leader?" Sirius taunted before going after Lily and Kayla.
"Stay away from us Snape, and you won't be bodily harmed," James warned as he, Remus and Aria ran to catch up with Sirius.
"That bitch was trying to kill me!" a voice moaned from the hard ground of the train station floor.