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No More Miss Nice Girl

Chapter 21

The library. Her once upon a time haven. She often used to visit when she sought the peace that only strict solitude could grant. Alone. Away from all the cruel remarks, heartless pranks, and ruthless people that were once her fellow peers. She remembered on more than one occasion when she had snuck out of her common/dorm room when it was past curfew seeking a reprieve from the harsh actions of her tormentors. The library, her haven; a labyrinth of ancient and new text. It never failed to produce a state of calm in her… until now. No, the calm she desperately earned escaped her. Left her with only a thick layer of simmering anger and a swirling mass of confusion.

God, she hated James Potter.

She scowled, bristled with vigorous agitation. It was entirely his fault. She blamed him for the calm, cool, levelheaded composure that made up her attitude for eluding her. Blamed him for not being able to regain her calm. Cursed him for making her feel such mass amounts of perplexity. Feel such frivolous feelings. Cursed his very existence for being born. Cursed him… Cursed him for so many reasons. So many reason that were so easy to comprehend, and other reasons that were so far out of her grasp she wondered if she would ever truly understand. She growled; oh how she loathed him.

Ignoring the slightly frightful and odd looks she was receiving from onlookers, she continued her trek to find her friend. She was having no luck at finding her, however. It increased her irritation; it wasn't that big of a library, how fucking hard was it to find a person? Apparently it wasn't that easy. Not that she would have probably spotted the Latino woman anyways, to deep in thoughts that were occupied by a certain raven-haired male that she hated more than anything. She glowered even more. Loathsome, egomaniacal little prick.

'Fucker.'

She heard someone call her name, turned around. Brows still drawn in irritation, lips twisted in an unpleasant scowl, her eyes fell upon her friend, Kristi, and her companion. They sat at a table in the corner near the back, books spread out before them, and Kristi's feet propped up in a chair. Arabella sat in the chair beside of the olive skinned girl, back straight and legs crossed; a picture of prime and proper if Lily had ever saw one. Her face still screwed up in great annoyance, she marched determinedly toward their round table in the sparsely populated area of the library. Plopped down in the only remaining seat across from the two women, slouched down and glared. Oh how she hated him. Her scowl deepened.

Silence reigned over the three women, not entirely uncomfortable, but a little too tense to be all together comfortable. She raised her gaze, finally really looked at the two other occupants of the table. Her eyes flicked from one face to the other. Kristi wore an amused look, her dark eyes dancing knowingly with just a touch of merriment. Arabella, her caramel eyes were calculating, her face carefully masked. Her glare intensified, the sudden urge to flick Arabella and Kristi off almost over-whelming. She curbed it, clenched her jaw tightly. Her whole body was rigid.

God, how she despised him.

"What?" If she couldn't give them the finger, she would settle for snapping. Didn't care that she was being a bitch.

Kristi's lip twitched upward; she narrowed her eyes ever so slightly at the Latino girl. Arabella merely sat there; face a stoic mask and eyes so very calculating. It only served to agitate her dying anger.

"Unless you want everyone to know when you're gettin' ya naughty on, consider looking at a mirror afterwards." Kristi's voice was laced with amusement. At Lily's confused look, Kristi gestured to her hair. "Your hair Renny Ren Ren."

She, if possible, scowled even more. Jaw clenched even tighter then before. "I didn't 'get my naughty on'. And don't call me Renny Ren Ren." In a huff she quickly got up.

'Fuck them too.' She promptly left the library, ignoring Kristi's laughter and calls to come back.

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Her lips were pursed tightly together. She watched as her boyfriend walked away from her, eyes narrowed into fine slits. She balled her fist up tightly, her long, perfectly manicured nails digging into the soft flesh of her palm. Her mind only had thoughts for one thing, choosing to ignore and to not give pause to fret over the slight discomfort and imprint that would surly be left by her fingernails. Her attention, her thoughts were focused primarily upon her lover since her school days and his growing disinterest in her. Focused her anger upon her boyfriend and a certain redhead.

'Fucking bitch.'

Honestly, did he think she was a complete idiot? Unable to see what was so plainly right in front of her? She wasn't. Despite popular belief, she wasn't a completely brainless whore. Oh, she knew, was all to well aware of the fact that she was, in fact, a whore. An idiot though? She feverishly disagreed. Having intelligence in both common and book sense, she had easily been one of the top ten students when she had still been attending Hogwarts. It wasn't a fact many people had been or even were aware of, however. She had had it all. She had it all. The looks, the brains, the wealth, the popularity and prestige, the boyfriend-

She gritted her teeth together soundly.

Her boyfriend. The main, but not sole reason for her foul mood. The way his eyes would slowly, inconspicuously drift from her whenever She entered the room. How he had suddenly stopped whispering sweet nothings in her ear; would treat their lovemaking as if it was nothing more then simple fucking. Treated her as if she was nothing more than a whore, a simple fling to be rid of when the morning came instead of his girlfriend, his lover, the love of his life. The way his mind, his thoughts always seemed so preoccupied nowadays. Occupied with thoughts not of her. The way he would sometimes disappear suddenly. The way he would came back as of late with signs of passion he hadn't received from her, blatantly showing it for the world to see. Her mocking embarrassment fueling her anger- how dare he make a fool of her, her of all people. How dare those moronic sheep whisper behind her back and laugh behind their hands when they saw someone else's mark on her boyfriend.

It all infuriated her.

He infuriated her.

She infuriated her.

She turned abruptly on her heel; there were plans to be made and revenge to be had. If that little redheaded bitch thought she could get away with what she was doing then she was wrong, so very wrong. A smirk crossed her lips. She would show that little bitch where her true place was, just as she had before so long ago. She would regret ever crossing paths with Crystal Johnson, she would make sure of it.

A/N- So sorry for the long wait, but, like all the other times before (I'm sure you guys are tried of hearing this) I've been busy with school and stuff. Not to mention I've sort of been neglecting you guys for my original fiction I've been working on, so very, very sorry. I never forgot about you though, promise. Anyways, I actually had Chapter 21 almost completely finished before, but when I redid my computer it got deleted. Since I wanted to post something, though, to tide over all my impatient and ever so devoted reviewers :coughmyloveis4moonycough, I figured you guys would be happier with something even if it was short and not so good, then with nothing. Oh and Kristi and Arabella, a few of you were confused with James' comment about them in the previous chapter. He only meant that they were in the library together, not together together, just together. Is that cleared up now? Sorry if it implied more then what it was. So anyways review. I'm going to try really, really hard this time to update sooner. Hopefully my muse will have decided to come out from beneath the piles of homework I seem to be procrastinating from doing… Anyways review; you guys are simply the best.

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