Chapter Eight- Your truth, my truth and the real truth

Anne woke up and blinked. It was pouring outside and Anne felt that the weather matched with the way she felt.

"Good morning, sleepy head," Marcela said cheerfully. "Come on, I've got to tell you everything about last night."

Anne nodded and Marcela started talking about the wonderful night she had spent with Ricky, and the great gentleman he was, unlike Christopher, who was always-

"Chris," Anne muttered and left her bed.

"Anne? Anne!" Marcela called as Anne left the dormitory. She ran down the staircase and crossed the Common Room to get to the Boys Dormitory.

She opened the door quickly of one of the dorms and gasped. One of the boys was only wearing boxers.

"Damn it, Potter!" The boy yelled as Anne closed the door. Anne waited a few minutes and the boy emerged, fully dressed.

"Next time, ask," The boy snapped and walked away. Anne opened the door again and walked over to Chris's bed. He was sleeping, and Anne slapped him hard across the face.

"What?" Chris opened his eyes and sat on the bed. "Are you insane? What are you doing here and why are you still in your pajamas?"

"What happened last night?" Anne snapped.

"That's what I should be asking you," Chris said, rubbing his eyes. "Snogging Wayne Garr in the middle of the Common Room. What if Wanda finds out?"

"What happened with Meredith?" Anne asked angrily.

Chris stared at Anne and shrugged. "Nothing," he said.

"Chris!" Anne snapped. "Do you know what will happen if Marcela knows? You'll break her heart."

"My heart was broken last night," Chris said angrily. "So I don't care if Marcela has her heart broken because of me. Now, if you excuse me…"

"Did you sleep with her?" Anne blurted.

"What kind of question is that?" Chris muttered, looking away.

"Answer me," Anne breathed.

Chris stared at her and shrugged. "First, solve your own problems, Anne." He got out of his bed and walked into the bathroom. He closed the door and Anne sighed.

She stood up, and the covers fell as she did. Anne saw something blue and she realized… "Meredith's fairy costume," Anne gasped. She felt tears stinging her eyes and she shut them. Tears feel down her cheek as she realized that something had happened between Meredith and Chris.

She got out of the room, hoping that Marcela never found out.

Later

Anne, Marcela and Andrew were eating breakfast in the great hall, and Andrew kept glancing at the end of the table, were June was sitting.

"I'm sick of you two," Marcela said. "Why don't you go and join her?"

"You don't mind?" Andrew asked.

Anne shook her head and Andrew got up and walked over to June. "Andy's in love," Marcela sighed. "Now, will you tell me why are you so mad at Chris?"

"I'm not mad at him," Anne muttered.

Meredith sat next to Anne and served some cereal on a plate. "So Potter, you and Wayne huh?" Meredith whispered.

"What?" Marcela exclaimed.

"Wayne Garr and Anne were kissing last night," Meredith said gleefully.

"We weren't kissing," Anne muttered.

"Wait until Wanda finds out," Meredith said. "Oh, this will be hell."

"Tell me, Meredith, do you enjoy sleeping around with every boy you see, or is Chris someone special?" Anne snapped.

Marcela dropped her spoon and Meredith smiled. "Oh, Annie," Meredith said. "Always jumping into the wrong conclusions."

Meredith left her cereal unfinished and walked away. Anne returned to her oatmeal and suddenly realized that Marcela was in stony silence.

Anne felt guilty of her anger outburst, because she had revealed the fact that Chris had slept with Meredith.

"Marcela…" Anne started.

"Don't say anything," Marcela said blankly. "When were you planning to tell me?"

Anne said nothing and Marcela snorted. "I have to go," she said as she got up and walked away.

Anne stared at her bowl of oatmeal and was suddenly reminded of her mother. Did she ever had problems like this? Maybe it was time to ask her for advice again. Anne decided to write to her mother later and she looked at the enchanting ceiling.

There was really no need for her to do this, since thunder was heard outside and the rain slammed against the windows.

She stood up and decided to get her broom. She was a better flier in the rain. She walked out of the Great Hall and saw Wayne and Wanda. Wayne looked at her, but immediately looked away. Wanda stared at her with pity and Anne wondered if the word about Chris and Meredith had spread out.

Later

The rain was torrential, and Anne was soaked to the bone. Still, she flew against the wind and tried to block the bludger she had enchanted. She found it more practical to practice with a bludger, so she could get more efficient for the first match against Hufflepuff the next week.

"ANNE POTTER!" Anne looked down and saw Chris standing in the middle of the field, all wet.

Anne flew down and her feet touched the ground. She got off her broom and looked at Chris. "What?" Anne asked loudly, since the thunder was so loud she doubted Chris would hear her.

"You want the truth, Anne?" Chris yelled. "I didn't sleep with Meredith."

Anne blinked as she pushed away the wet hair from her face. "I thought I wanted to," Chris yelled. "But I'm an idiot, right? So I didn't. Are you happy now?"

Anne looked down and shrugged. "I guess," Anne said loudly. "What about Marcela? She knows now."

"I'll talk to her," Chris yelled back. "But right now I just care about your opinion. Do you forgive me for being the worst date in the world?"

"I don't have anything to forgive," Anne yelled as she walked closer. "I almost kissed Wayne, a guy with a girlfriend."

"Are we even?" Chris grinned.

Anne nodded and hugged Chris tightly. "You're my best friend, Keedsler," Anne said. "I can lose anyone but you. Oh, God, not you."

"The same goes for you," Chris said as he pulled Anne closer. "Everyone has different versions of a story. Now all my roommates think I slept with someone."

"And Meredith maybe has started gossiping about me and Wayne kissing," Anne chuckled.

"Like my mother used to say ," Chris said, without letting go of Anne. "There are three kinds of truth. Your truth, my truth and the real truth."