Inside Out: By Yellowcard:
Here.
A little sympathy
For you to waste on me
I know you're faking it
But that's okay
And I
Don't want to drag it out
Don't want to bring you down
I never wanted it to end this way
Even if I wanted to
I don't think that I'd get to you
There's nothing I can say to you to make you feel alive again
Here.
A little jealousy
I hope you think of me
Hope you wonder where I sleep at night
Cause I
Feel like I'm inside out
You got me upside down
Maybe I was holding on too tight
Even if I wanted to
I don't think that I'd get to you
There's nothing I can say to you to make you feel alive again
So don't just say goodbye to me
Just turn your back away and leave
And if you're lucky I will be your last regret
Your only friend
The two of us
We dream like one
The two of us
The two of us
The two of us
Take breath like one
The two of us
The two of us
I guess that this is over now
I guess it's called the falling out
But everyday I'm learning how to make it through
This life I'm in
Even if I wanted to
I don't think that I'd get to you
There's nothing I can say to you to make you feel alive again
So don't just say goodbye to me
Just turn your back away and leave
And if you're lucky I will be your last regret
Your only friend...
Every You And Every Me:
Chapter Two: Green As Jealousy
The girl fidgeted with her dress. How she wanted to just rip it off of her body and throw it into a burning flame. But no, her mother insisted on her wearing some dress. Well, the dress wasn't that bad, actually. It was long in the back, ruffles along the sides; with one long sleeve that tied at the back of her neck, and designs made with thin silver sparkles on the sides. To complete the ensemble, she wore black open-toe high heels, a large silver necklace that ended at the middle of her dress, and then tied around her waist, and large chandelier-like silver earrings. Even though she was only 17, she looked as if she was in her early twenties. But then again, she'd looked older than her true age her entire life. This wasn't so new.
Two men and one woman strolled into the restaurant her mother and her were waiting at. One man had orange-brown hair, while the other man had white hair, and a long beard. The only woman had fiery red hair, with a touch of gray streaks here and there.
"Hello, Dashina." The red headed woman called out to the girl's mother.
"Hello, Molly. Hello to you too Arthur and Dumbledore."
"Hello." The old man turned to gaze at Ana, a smile on his lips.
She didn't return it.
All three strangers sat down around Ana and her mother, giving Ana the impression of suffocation.
"So, this must be the beautiful Ana we've been hearing so much about. Well, your mother certainly has a right to boast."
"And she exercises that right so well." Ana dryly replied back. She didn't feel like dealing with these people. Too much trouble; not enough interest.
"Uh, so yes, I suppose you want to meet Harry then." The red haired man started staring behind him expectantly.
"I couldn't care less." Ana said, knowing the reprimanding look her mother was making towards her. She didn't need to see it; she knew it by heart.
"Harry, darling, come in here." The red haired woman called. What was her name again? Ana thought. Melissa? Mary? Marge? Mercy? Oh well. If I can't remember her name, then she isn't important enough.
A young man walked into the room just as she finished thinking this exact thought. He wore a black jacket and black pants, with a white shirt underneath, the collar not buttoned. He had messy black hair, and enchanting green eyes. Those green eyes. So green. Like the green of an emerald. Like the green of greed. Like the green of jealousy.
He sat down next to Ana, not talking or making eye contact with anyone there at the table. The second he was properly in his seat, he turned to look at her, and Ana heard and saw him gasp. Yes, she was breathtakingly beautiful. Literally.
"H-Hello. M-My name is…My name is…My name is…What's my name?" He blushed deeply at this.
"I think it's Harry. But then again, I don't care." She replied curtly. She didn't like this boy. She got a sort of vibe from him. A…good…vibe. I'm not really used to these guys. She thought. Oh well, we'll have wild, passionate sex, and the next day I'll forget all about him.
"Isn't your name Olivia?" He asked. Ana got angry with him. How dare he not remember her name; like she was some common girl-next-door type. She worked hard to become the bitch she was. Respect was one of the most important words in her dictionary. And all ready, this guy had not paid attention to that.
"Her real name is Oltiana, but everyone calls her Ana for short." Ana's mother volunteered from the other side of her.
"That's a beautiful name. It fits a beautiful person." He smiled at her, trying to get her to smile back.
"Look, do you want hot sex or something? 'Cause that's coming right after dinner. I think. I don't know anymore." She stopped talking as soon as she saw the boy come into the restaurant.
The boy with the blonde hair.
And the Silver eyes.
"Hey, Blondie, I told you I'd see you around." She called out to him. He turned around, obviously surprised as to why someone would notice him here.
"Oh. Hello. It's you." He looked at her, his mouth slightly hanging open.
"Yes, it's me. Remember, the crazy chick from the pizza place?"
"Yes, I remember you quite well." He finally got a look at the people around her. Some pretty old lady he guessed was her mom…Wait, a Weasley? And another one next to him? And Dumbledore? And…Oh sweet Jesus, not him. Please not him.
Harry Potter.
"Hello Malfoy, nice to see you here." Harry's eyes were cold as ice as he stared at Drake. Drake stared back with the same intensity in his own silver-blue eyes. Ana noticed this and decided to use this bit of information in the future. She could play with this. Slowly, she smiled. She had a plan.
"Drake, would you like to sit with us?" She asked, seeing the shocked faces of the people around her.
"Why yes, yes, I would." He got a chair from another table, and put it between Ana and her mother, so now he was on one side of Ana, with Potter on the other.
"So, boys, I take it you know each other. This should be an interesting dinner." And for the second time that night, the girl smiled her evil smile. Yes, I said 'evil smile'. Even she didn't know how much those two words would mean soon to come.