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As I walked out of Ancient Runes I felt my stomach begin to roll with nerves. I had Potions next and I didn't have a clue what to expect. Al walked next to me babbling on endlessly about Mandy, but I was completely tuned out. Two things, or rather people, were on my mind. It was like someone had hit the replay button on the last few hours of my day.
Grant. Scorpious. Grant. Scorpious. Grant. Scorpious.
By the time we walked into Potions my head was spinning. I looked up and saw Scorpious sitting at our usual table, but he wasn't alone. Chelsey Midgen, a fellow Slytherin, sat on the edge of the table leaning towards him. She played with a piece of her platinum blonde hair and giggled at everything that came out of Scorpious' mouth. The girl was tall, thin, pretty and apparently part of Scorpious' fan club.
It was girls like that that made girls like me feel sub-par I thought with a sigh. I was average height at 5'5 with long red hair and green eyes. I had been mostly ignored by boys until the last year or so. My mum said it was because my "curves had finally come in." Personally I thought it had to do with me learning how to dress myself and apply make-up.
Al looked at the two of them and then at me and I rolled my eyes and said. "Looks like he's not to upset, huh?"
Al's face scrunched up and he shook his head. "Guess he's just in one of his moods today," he replied.
The bell rang and students began taking their seats. Chelsey slid off the table with a flourish and left, but not before whispering something into Scorpious' ear. He smiled and said something that was sure to be charming back. Al gave my arm a squeeze and said, "Good luck," before leaving to go take his seat.
I took my seat next to Scorpious hesitantly, but as soon as I sat he smirked and said, "Guess who just got a date to Hogsmeade this weekend?"
I stared at him for a long time before I finally answered him. "That's the first thing you want to say to me after your little temper tantrum this morning? Really Scorpious? Think carefully before you dig yourself an even deeper grave."
At this point Professor Tugwood had already begun her lecture on who knows what and Scorpious was forced to write his answer on a piece of parchment.
You really want to make this into something?
I wasn't the one who started all this. Prick.
Are we gonna resort to name-calling now? Really mature Rose. Baby.
Baby? Who's the one who can't handle me going out on a date with Grant, a freaking study date. God knows what could happen in the library. Douche.
I don't have to explain myself to you. Mother.
Seriously what's your problem? Man-whore.
My problem is that I don't want to see you hop into a relationship without thinking it through. You could get hurt. Idiosyncratic.
I'm not five I don't need to be protected and don't use big words that you know I don't know. Jerk.
My apologies for caring about you. Half-wit.
I sighed as I looked at the paper. I looked at him and he stared right back at me with those blue-grey eyes. I shook my head and wrote one word on it.
Poophead.
He grinned when he saw what I wrote. One of his genuine smiles that lit up a room and just like that, all was forgiven.
The rest of class dragged on uneventfully. When the bell rang I stood up and began carelessly shoving my notes into my bag. When I was finished I looked up at Scorpious was shaking his head at me.
I glared at him, "What?"
He smirked and said, "It's no wonder I get better grades than you. How do you ever find any of your notes in that mess?"
I shrugged and slung my bag over my shoulder. "That's what I have you for Scorpious," I said looking up at him and batting my eyelashes.
His expression changed suddenly and before I had time to place the emotion Al ran in-between us slinging an arm over each of our shoulders. "Everything good here," he asked with a crooked grin.
"Yes," Scorpious responded, "but it won't be for long if you don't take your arm of my shoulder."
Al laughed lowering his arms from around us. "So you taking Chelsey to Hogsmeade this weekend, then," he asked Scorpious.
I expected bragging from him, but he just nodded yes.
Al's face scrunched up and he said, "Well you could at least pretend to be happy about it."
Before I could hear Scorpious' response I was grabbed from behind and dragged away. I turned and Clarice Kirke stood there her arms crossed and her expression severe.
Clarice, a Ravenclaw, and I had been friends since first year and she was the only girl I had met who tolerated the fact that a friendship with me meant enduring the insanity that was 'The Silver Trio.' Although she wouldn't admit I had a sneaking suspicion that a crush on Al also had something to do with it.
Clarice had dark olive skin with eyes and hair to match. She was gorgeous but intimidating if you didn't know her, which is why most boys were too scared to approach her. Right now with the way she was looking at me I could see why.
"Is it true," she asked.
"You're going to have to be more specific," I said.
"Did Grant Parkinson really ask you out?"
"Erm," I squirmed uncomfortably under her glare, "Yeah I guess he sort of did."
"Tell me you said yes because if you said no to that boy I will slap you silly."
"Yes, of course I said yes. Why are you freaking out about this?"
"Honestly Rose, sometimes you are so blind. That boy has had it bad for you for months now!"
I stared her and then cried, "Why didn't you tell me? Why didn't anybody else tell me?"
She shook her head exasperated at me. "You are so dense sometimes," she said grabbing my wrist and dragging me towards the Great Hall. Under her breath she muttered, "Poor boys."
Boys? There's more than one?
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