Chapter Three

Faking It

AN- Sorry for the delay. I know not many people ready this, but for those that do, sorry. It's also kind of short, but there is a fair bit of drama, so maybe that will make up for the shortness. Remember, reviews make me happy, chapters longer, and updates sooner! Don't make me resort to captivity! Also, I have a new story posted, if yall could so kindly take a look. It's a Sawyer-fic from Lost. So, please enjoy my dearest people

Alya

Winter. For some reason I just hate it. I really can't stand the cold. And right now, it's freezing. Like the snow on the ground, two jackets, still cold, kind of freezing. Atleast Christmas break starts tomorrow.

"Tell me again why you're coming over next week?" Asked Leesh, sitting next to me in the warm common room, so different from the bitter cold outside.

"Why wouldn't I? I come over during break all the time." She looked at me, fidgeting with her gold and maroon striped scarf.

"It's different this time." I looked at her, confused.

"How?" She turned to glare at me.

"You're coming for him, aren't you?" I was again, confused. I told her a long time ago, that I have a crush on her brother.

"I want to hang out with both of you.." I muttered, "You know that." I looked down at my lap, nervous. She never had any kind of problem with it before. She knew I wanted to watch a movie with him. She knew he was teaching me guitar. And this was the point she stood up and screamed,

"You can't be with my brother, Lestrange!" And then she stormed out of the common room, with everybody staring at her.

"Well, what are you all looking at? Nothing to see here!" For some reason, I've always had a problem with people staring at me. Next thing I knew I heard Lee jokingly say from behind me, "Knew you want'd to shag him," he chuckled. I turned around, fire in my eyes.

"Is that really what you took from that?" I spat at him. He chuckled again.

"Well, yeah."

"East shit!" I screeched, and then also stormed off.

Why is she acting like this? Even on her period, Leesh would never… She's my best friend, why is she acting like this? Screaming, I started kicking the corridor wall.

"DUMB!" I gave the wall a punch. "SODDING!" Another kick and punch. "BITCH!"

"You okay, Als?" I heard Fred's voice from behind me. His is slightly deeper than George's.

"Yeah, Ginger. I'm fine." He chuckled at my newest nickname.

"So who's the bitch this time?" He asked. I turned around, he was leaning against the opposite wall, arms crossed.

"Nobody in particular," I muttered. He looked at me, and I immediately knew he didn't believe me. I sighed. "Don't worry 'bout it, Freddy."

He took a few steps towards me.

"You know you can talk to me, Als." I bit my lip. I hate that god-damned nickname.

"Yeah. Right. I can talk to you. Got it." And then I walked back to the common room, hoping that he didn't follow me.

The rockgod was leaning against that tree of his, playing that guitar. Hair untucked for once. I walked up to him, nervously.

"Hey," I said. He looked up from his music.

"Hey sexy." I ignored this loveliness.

"You talk to Alicia lately?" Since when weren't we on first name terms, anyways?

"She's my sister. Don't really have a choice, now do I?" He chuckled appreciatively at his own joke. I sighed. This was gonna be harder than I thought. I kicked the dirt under my feet.

"She doesn't want me hanging out with you," I muttered softly.

"So?" So? So! She's my best friend, dimwit! I looked at him from under my eyelashes.

"Do you not want to hang out with me anymore?" He asked.

"Leesh doesn't want me too." I replied, scared. He just seemed like, he could explode any minute.

"And what are you, a robot?" He asked heatedly.

"Excuse me?" I said, defensively.

"I asked you a question. Not that difficult."

"No, I am not a bloody robot!" I snapped at him. He nodded.

"Good. Look, let's not fight now. We're still on for next week, right?" For some reason, I still wanted to kiss him. I still wanted to be with him. I still wanted Fred to be jealous.

"Yeah, sure, I guess," I replied half heartedly. He nodded again, and then walked away. I sighed, rubbing my forehead as if that would wipe away the pain. It didn't.

"I will not cry," I whispered. "Strong people never cry." And with that, I walked away with a false smile plastered on my face. The first fake smile of many.