Chapter Six: A Rival Unmasked
== Sirius ==
"You have such a great way with the ladies," Lupin said, shaking his head. "I don't think I've ever seen Arwen as mad as that. She's usually a pretty calm girl, if you know what I mean."
"Forget about Arwen, did you see Morisetti's face when you said her name?" James shook his head. "My blood is a lighter colour than that. I thought she was going to keel over and die, right there."
I wasn't in the mood to debate. My cheek was still stinging from when Arwen had slapped me. I turned to Lupin. "So you and Morisetti are a couple now, huh?"
Lupin shrugged. "I just asked her on another date. I mean, she was extremely nice and I had a great time with her. She's not so hard on the eyes, either."
I nodded. "Well, good job, Lupin. She's as good as you get 'em." I slapped some murtlap essence on my cheek subtly.
I wasn't jealous. I convinced myself that I wasn't jealous. I convinced myself that I had called Arwen by Morisetti's name on accident, since I spent the whole time talking to Morisetti anyway. It wasn't a big deal. I wasn't in love with Morisetti. No way. No how.
I wouldn't let myself fall in love with her. Sure, I had gotten to really know her at the Hogsmeade trip, but still. Plus, she was Remus's girlfriend now.
So I couldn't fall in love with her, even if I wanted to.
== Aleesia ==
Mallory shook her head. "Arwen, I don't think he meant anything by it. There's no need to cry."
"I'm not crying!" Arwen yelled indignantly, wiping her eyes.
I said nothing. Arwen was beyond mad at me. I could see it in her pale blue eyes, she was. I don't know why. It's not my fault Black was stupid enough to say my name and not hers.
"Cheer up, girl," Mallory said comfortingly. "Black is crazy about you. He doesn't think Aleesia is anywhere as pretty and nice as you are." She looks up and mouths to me 'Sorry'.
Arwen wiped her tears the last time and looked up. "Mallory, can you get out of here for a second? I need to talk to Aleesia here." She smiled a horrible, fake smile that I never wanted to see again.
"Oh," Mallory said, shrugging. "Okay. I'll be in the kitchens."
"What? How do you know where they are?" I asked, bewildered.
"James told me at Hogsmeade," she said happily. "Now I can eat whenever I want. He told me the house-elves are extremely willing, too, so I'll bring some food back for you guys." She waved and walked out of the dormitory.
Arwen just sat there, her blonde hair over her face. She's pretty in her own way, with her too-skinny body and very pale skin and pointy nose. She's part French.
"Arwen?" I said, trying to be sympathetic and comforting. "You know Black doesn't like me nearly as much as he likes you."
"That's not the point," she snapped, and she suddenly looked angry. She stood up. "Black's now just a part of the same thing."
"Arwen? What's the matter?" Now I was confused.
"You!" she shrieked, pointing a long white finger at me. "You, you couldn't let me have him, could you?! You had to just flirt with him in Hogsmeade, and on your date with Remus, too!"
"Arwen!" I was shocked. "I wasn't flirting with Black, we were all talking--"
"I don't give a shit!" she screamed, tears pouring down her face. "You were talking, you were flirting, you basically spent the day together! He likes you, you know he does, why else would he call me by your name?!"
"It's an honest mistake!" I said, jumping up. "Black's thick, what do you expect?"
"Oh, so now Black's too thick for you!" she said nastily. "You just wanted to prove you could be better than me at anything!"
"What?!"
"You, with your perfect looks," she exploded in a rage. "Guys never look at me the way they look at you. You get all the attention and you never even had to work for it. Me, I had to lose 45 pounds, dye my hair, and boys STILL won't look at me! Plus, you're so smart in class, and no matter how hard I study I still don't get as good marks as you do! I've always watched you get all this, and you know what? I'VE ALWAYS HATED YOU!"
I gasped.
"I was only your friend for Mallory's sake," she said viciously. She turned around. "I'm not taking this anymore. I'm not letting you take Black away from me. I don't care if he loves you. He's my boyfriend!"
"But I don't like Black!" I protested.
"He likes you," she snapped back. "In time, you too will fall in love with him." She walked out of the dormitory.
I just sat there, not knowing whether to follow Arwen and slap her, or to sit here and cry.
A tear ran down my cheek, and the decision was made.
(( Sorry for the short and dramatic chapter, but I had to add some drama in sometime, didn't I? Oh, and if you're confused about Arwen, she was just always jealous of Aleesia but couldn't bear to tell her, because of Mallory. Arwen never really HATED Aleesia, like she said. More will be written on Arwen's past. In Chapter Seven, expect another date with Remus and some more Aleesia + Sirius scenes! Peace out! ))
== Sirius ==
"You have such a great way with the ladies," Lupin said, shaking his head. "I don't think I've ever seen Arwen as mad as that. She's usually a pretty calm girl, if you know what I mean."
"Forget about Arwen, did you see Morisetti's face when you said her name?" James shook his head. "My blood is a lighter colour than that. I thought she was going to keel over and die, right there."
I wasn't in the mood to debate. My cheek was still stinging from when Arwen had slapped me. I turned to Lupin. "So you and Morisetti are a couple now, huh?"
Lupin shrugged. "I just asked her on another date. I mean, she was extremely nice and I had a great time with her. She's not so hard on the eyes, either."
I nodded. "Well, good job, Lupin. She's as good as you get 'em." I slapped some murtlap essence on my cheek subtly.
I wasn't jealous. I convinced myself that I wasn't jealous. I convinced myself that I had called Arwen by Morisetti's name on accident, since I spent the whole time talking to Morisetti anyway. It wasn't a big deal. I wasn't in love with Morisetti. No way. No how.
I wouldn't let myself fall in love with her. Sure, I had gotten to really know her at the Hogsmeade trip, but still. Plus, she was Remus's girlfriend now.
So I couldn't fall in love with her, even if I wanted to.
== Aleesia ==
Mallory shook her head. "Arwen, I don't think he meant anything by it. There's no need to cry."
"I'm not crying!" Arwen yelled indignantly, wiping her eyes.
I said nothing. Arwen was beyond mad at me. I could see it in her pale blue eyes, she was. I don't know why. It's not my fault Black was stupid enough to say my name and not hers.
"Cheer up, girl," Mallory said comfortingly. "Black is crazy about you. He doesn't think Aleesia is anywhere as pretty and nice as you are." She looks up and mouths to me 'Sorry'.
Arwen wiped her tears the last time and looked up. "Mallory, can you get out of here for a second? I need to talk to Aleesia here." She smiled a horrible, fake smile that I never wanted to see again.
"Oh," Mallory said, shrugging. "Okay. I'll be in the kitchens."
"What? How do you know where they are?" I asked, bewildered.
"James told me at Hogsmeade," she said happily. "Now I can eat whenever I want. He told me the house-elves are extremely willing, too, so I'll bring some food back for you guys." She waved and walked out of the dormitory.
Arwen just sat there, her blonde hair over her face. She's pretty in her own way, with her too-skinny body and very pale skin and pointy nose. She's part French.
"Arwen?" I said, trying to be sympathetic and comforting. "You know Black doesn't like me nearly as much as he likes you."
"That's not the point," she snapped, and she suddenly looked angry. She stood up. "Black's now just a part of the same thing."
"Arwen? What's the matter?" Now I was confused.
"You!" she shrieked, pointing a long white finger at me. "You, you couldn't let me have him, could you?! You had to just flirt with him in Hogsmeade, and on your date with Remus, too!"
"Arwen!" I was shocked. "I wasn't flirting with Black, we were all talking--"
"I don't give a shit!" she screamed, tears pouring down her face. "You were talking, you were flirting, you basically spent the day together! He likes you, you know he does, why else would he call me by your name?!"
"It's an honest mistake!" I said, jumping up. "Black's thick, what do you expect?"
"Oh, so now Black's too thick for you!" she said nastily. "You just wanted to prove you could be better than me at anything!"
"What?!"
"You, with your perfect looks," she exploded in a rage. "Guys never look at me the way they look at you. You get all the attention and you never even had to work for it. Me, I had to lose 45 pounds, dye my hair, and boys STILL won't look at me! Plus, you're so smart in class, and no matter how hard I study I still don't get as good marks as you do! I've always watched you get all this, and you know what? I'VE ALWAYS HATED YOU!"
I gasped.
"I was only your friend for Mallory's sake," she said viciously. She turned around. "I'm not taking this anymore. I'm not letting you take Black away from me. I don't care if he loves you. He's my boyfriend!"
"But I don't like Black!" I protested.
"He likes you," she snapped back. "In time, you too will fall in love with him." She walked out of the dormitory.
I just sat there, not knowing whether to follow Arwen and slap her, or to sit here and cry.
A tear ran down my cheek, and the decision was made.
(( Sorry for the short and dramatic chapter, but I had to add some drama in sometime, didn't I? Oh, and if you're confused about Arwen, she was just always jealous of Aleesia but couldn't bear to tell her, because of Mallory. Arwen never really HATED Aleesia, like she said. More will be written on Arwen's past. In Chapter Seven, expect another date with Remus and some more Aleesia + Sirius scenes! Peace out! ))