Chapter Two-A Tale of Two Girls
The next day during Herbology, Oliver was weighing the reasons for his answer to Allyson. On his parchment it read:
My reasons for not tutoring Allyson. She's a whore and I don't like to associate with people like that. I really like Alex and I'm afraid that if I start tutoring Allyson I might stop liking Alex. What would people think? She might possibly be a spy for the other teams.
My reasons for giving Allyson Quidditch lessons. I love Quidditch and this would mean extra practice time. She seems to really want to learn. I don't want to hurt her feelings. Quidditch + A Hot Girl = A whole lot of fun! (If I can let go of my feelings.) Plus, Alex doesn't like me so why don't I let myself have fun and not worry about!
'Well,' thought Oliver, 'I guess I know what my answer will be. Allyson Rosendale, ready or not, here I come!'
When class was over, Allyson casually walked over to Oliver's table and leaned her arm against it.
"Well," she said, "Have you made a decision?"
"Yes, I have," replied Oliver.
"Are you going to make me wait until I die of curiosity?" she said playfully.
"No, but can we go somewhere else to discuss this?" he asked her.
"Sure. I'll be waiting in the hall," she replied with a smirk.
Oliver gathered his books and threaded through the students exiting the classroom. As he left the classroom he quickly scanned the group of students in the hall until he found the face he was looking for. He took her arm and led her along until he found an alcove to talk in, and he pulled Allyson into it
"Ok, here's the deal," he told her "Yes, I will give you Quidditch lessons. But if I ever find out that you're a spy or something like that, you're going to get hurt. All right?"
"All right." she answered, obviously amused "When do lessons start?"
"Tomorrow afternoon at five o' clock sharp," he replied "Meet me on the Quidditch field, all right?"
"Perfect!" whispered Allyson "You know, I'm really glad that you're doing this for me, Wood. I mean, I really do want to learn."
"Um, you're welcome. But still, why do you want me? I mean, you've got a great team of people from Ravenclaw to choose from!" exclaimed Oliver.
"I picked you because you're one of the only people in this school who lives and breathes for Quidditch." she replied with a smirk.
"Er, well, yeah, I guess I do," Oliver blushed slightly. "Anyway, I've gotta go. I'll see you tomorrow."
"Ok, and thanks again," she whispered softly.
She turned her head quickly and planted a soft kiss on his cheek. Then she turned and swiftly walked away. Oliver stared at her retreating figure.
'What the blazes did she do that for?' he thought.
***************************** That night, which was a Thursday night, Oliver and Andy were talking in Dead Man's Dungeon. It was just the two of them because Alex was taking a shower and going to bed early and Landon was studying for a test that he had to retake because he had been sick. The two in the dungeon were laughing at a joke that Andy and Alex had played on a teacher that day.
"Wow, that was funny. You two are so good at causing trouble and getting away with it," Oliver told Andy.
"Yep, yep. We're the best! Anyway, so what did you do today?" asked Andy.
"Uh, well, nothing much. Just regular old classes, you know," he replied uneasily.
"Wood. .is something bothering you?" said Andy curiously.
"No, well, yes, but nothing that you need to know about," he replied quickly.
But as Andy gave him a look he blurted out, "Allyson Rosendale asked me to tutor her at Quidditch and I said yes, but when I said yes she gave me a kiss on the cheek. And, now I'm not so sure and by the way please don't tell Alex."
"Whoa, back up! Did I just hear what I think I heard?!" exclaimed Andy.
"Yes, you did. And, I don't need a bunch of bloody questions to answer cause I already did that with Landon!" replied Oliver heatedly.
"Fine, I'll ask Landon about it later. But why don't you want Alex to know. I mean, it's not like you two are going out or something. She doesn't like you, Wood, so don't worry about. Just tell her and go tutor that ho," retorted Andy.
"Does every damn person in this school have to rub it in?" exclaimed Oliver "All right! I get the bloody picture. The girl doesn't like me but that doesn't stop me from liking her! And the reason that I don't want her to know is because she might think ill of me if she knew that I was tutoring the school whore! Can't you understand that?"
"Hey, hey! Calm down, man! There's no bloody reason to get yourself worked up over a little thing like that," soothed Andy "I'm sorry if I made you mad but you don't have to be so hard on yourself. You've got to start learning to let go of your feelings. Give up on Alex, Wood."
"But I love her so much. Even thought I don't have her, I can't let go of her. She means the world to me and I don't know what would happen if I ever lost her," argued Oliver.
Andy stood up to leave. As she walked toward the door, she turned and gave Oliver one last piece of advice. "You have to let her go, Wood. Or you'll never be able to let go of anything."
"But." Oliver called after her but she was gone. 'I know she's right but how the bloody hell am I gonna be able to give her up?' he asked himself 'Guess I should sleep on it.'
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All the next day, Oliver tried not to think about Alex. Whenever he saw her he would turn his head or if he heard her talking he would shut his ears. He was trying to imagine that she wasn't there. It wasn't very easy. He wanted to stare into those icy blue eyes and run his fingers through her dark hair that had caused such a commotion when she had dyed the entire top half of it a silvery-white. He longed for her gorgeous smile to light up his day. Oh, but he had to stop. This wasn't helping him a bit.
'The point is to not focus on her but now I'm doing the exact opposite!' he told himself 'What can I do to not focus on her?
As Oliver tried to think of a way to erase Alex from his mind, he began to daydream and his daydream led him up to thinking about tutoring Allyson. Then, the blonde's face appeared in his head and he ran over in his mind just how pretty she really was. With her wavy blond hair and her sparkling blue eyes, she reminded him of a Muggle picture he'd seen of a mythical goddess. Now that he thought about, she really was quite tantalizing and he could see why many guys wanted to sleep with her and so would he... but no, he wasn't going to go there. Yes, he did want to clear his mind of Alex but not bring this whore into his life.
'Bloody hell, it's too late for that isn't it? The girl's already asked me for Quidditch lessons. Ah well for me, I guess I'll just have to resist temptation like, well, like I'm used to doing. Damn it!' Oliver said in his mind.
The rest of the day went by rather fast with no more thought about either girl. Before he knew it, it was time for Oliver to meet Allyson on the Quidditch field. He donned his gear and grabbed his broomstick and headed outside. He was standing alone listening to the bells chime five o'clock when he felt a hand on his shoulder and a soft voice whispered in his ear, "I'm not late, am I?"
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The next day during Herbology, Oliver was weighing the reasons for his answer to Allyson. On his parchment it read:
My reasons for not tutoring Allyson. She's a whore and I don't like to associate with people like that. I really like Alex and I'm afraid that if I start tutoring Allyson I might stop liking Alex. What would people think? She might possibly be a spy for the other teams.
My reasons for giving Allyson Quidditch lessons. I love Quidditch and this would mean extra practice time. She seems to really want to learn. I don't want to hurt her feelings. Quidditch + A Hot Girl = A whole lot of fun! (If I can let go of my feelings.) Plus, Alex doesn't like me so why don't I let myself have fun and not worry about!
'Well,' thought Oliver, 'I guess I know what my answer will be. Allyson Rosendale, ready or not, here I come!'
When class was over, Allyson casually walked over to Oliver's table and leaned her arm against it.
"Well," she said, "Have you made a decision?"
"Yes, I have," replied Oliver.
"Are you going to make me wait until I die of curiosity?" she said playfully.
"No, but can we go somewhere else to discuss this?" he asked her.
"Sure. I'll be waiting in the hall," she replied with a smirk.
Oliver gathered his books and threaded through the students exiting the classroom. As he left the classroom he quickly scanned the group of students in the hall until he found the face he was looking for. He took her arm and led her along until he found an alcove to talk in, and he pulled Allyson into it
"Ok, here's the deal," he told her "Yes, I will give you Quidditch lessons. But if I ever find out that you're a spy or something like that, you're going to get hurt. All right?"
"All right." she answered, obviously amused "When do lessons start?"
"Tomorrow afternoon at five o' clock sharp," he replied "Meet me on the Quidditch field, all right?"
"Perfect!" whispered Allyson "You know, I'm really glad that you're doing this for me, Wood. I mean, I really do want to learn."
"Um, you're welcome. But still, why do you want me? I mean, you've got a great team of people from Ravenclaw to choose from!" exclaimed Oliver.
"I picked you because you're one of the only people in this school who lives and breathes for Quidditch." she replied with a smirk.
"Er, well, yeah, I guess I do," Oliver blushed slightly. "Anyway, I've gotta go. I'll see you tomorrow."
"Ok, and thanks again," she whispered softly.
She turned her head quickly and planted a soft kiss on his cheek. Then she turned and swiftly walked away. Oliver stared at her retreating figure.
'What the blazes did she do that for?' he thought.
***************************** That night, which was a Thursday night, Oliver and Andy were talking in Dead Man's Dungeon. It was just the two of them because Alex was taking a shower and going to bed early and Landon was studying for a test that he had to retake because he had been sick. The two in the dungeon were laughing at a joke that Andy and Alex had played on a teacher that day.
"Wow, that was funny. You two are so good at causing trouble and getting away with it," Oliver told Andy.
"Yep, yep. We're the best! Anyway, so what did you do today?" asked Andy.
"Uh, well, nothing much. Just regular old classes, you know," he replied uneasily.
"Wood. .is something bothering you?" said Andy curiously.
"No, well, yes, but nothing that you need to know about," he replied quickly.
But as Andy gave him a look he blurted out, "Allyson Rosendale asked me to tutor her at Quidditch and I said yes, but when I said yes she gave me a kiss on the cheek. And, now I'm not so sure and by the way please don't tell Alex."
"Whoa, back up! Did I just hear what I think I heard?!" exclaimed Andy.
"Yes, you did. And, I don't need a bunch of bloody questions to answer cause I already did that with Landon!" replied Oliver heatedly.
"Fine, I'll ask Landon about it later. But why don't you want Alex to know. I mean, it's not like you two are going out or something. She doesn't like you, Wood, so don't worry about. Just tell her and go tutor that ho," retorted Andy.
"Does every damn person in this school have to rub it in?" exclaimed Oliver "All right! I get the bloody picture. The girl doesn't like me but that doesn't stop me from liking her! And the reason that I don't want her to know is because she might think ill of me if she knew that I was tutoring the school whore! Can't you understand that?"
"Hey, hey! Calm down, man! There's no bloody reason to get yourself worked up over a little thing like that," soothed Andy "I'm sorry if I made you mad but you don't have to be so hard on yourself. You've got to start learning to let go of your feelings. Give up on Alex, Wood."
"But I love her so much. Even thought I don't have her, I can't let go of her. She means the world to me and I don't know what would happen if I ever lost her," argued Oliver.
Andy stood up to leave. As she walked toward the door, she turned and gave Oliver one last piece of advice. "You have to let her go, Wood. Or you'll never be able to let go of anything."
"But." Oliver called after her but she was gone. 'I know she's right but how the bloody hell am I gonna be able to give her up?' he asked himself 'Guess I should sleep on it.'
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All the next day, Oliver tried not to think about Alex. Whenever he saw her he would turn his head or if he heard her talking he would shut his ears. He was trying to imagine that she wasn't there. It wasn't very easy. He wanted to stare into those icy blue eyes and run his fingers through her dark hair that had caused such a commotion when she had dyed the entire top half of it a silvery-white. He longed for her gorgeous smile to light up his day. Oh, but he had to stop. This wasn't helping him a bit.
'The point is to not focus on her but now I'm doing the exact opposite!' he told himself 'What can I do to not focus on her?
As Oliver tried to think of a way to erase Alex from his mind, he began to daydream and his daydream led him up to thinking about tutoring Allyson. Then, the blonde's face appeared in his head and he ran over in his mind just how pretty she really was. With her wavy blond hair and her sparkling blue eyes, she reminded him of a Muggle picture he'd seen of a mythical goddess. Now that he thought about, she really was quite tantalizing and he could see why many guys wanted to sleep with her and so would he... but no, he wasn't going to go there. Yes, he did want to clear his mind of Alex but not bring this whore into his life.
'Bloody hell, it's too late for that isn't it? The girl's already asked me for Quidditch lessons. Ah well for me, I guess I'll just have to resist temptation like, well, like I'm used to doing. Damn it!' Oliver said in his mind.
The rest of the day went by rather fast with no more thought about either girl. Before he knew it, it was time for Oliver to meet Allyson on the Quidditch field. He donned his gear and grabbed his broomstick and headed outside. He was standing alone listening to the bells chime five o'clock when he felt a hand on his shoulder and a soft voice whispered in his ear, "I'm not late, am I?"
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