"Hayleigh, who is Harleigh?" he asked me again.

"What's it matter to you it's not like we're together. You don't even like me."

"Excuse me for being curious."

"Looked more like jealousy to me."

"Yeah you wish."

"If you say so."

I practically ran back to the common room, where Hermione was waiting for me.

"Hey, where've you been?" she asked.

"Well I took the super long way trying to calm down but it obviously didn't work."

"What were you so angry about?"

"Oh I'm not sure, maybe the fact that the twins locked me in a closet with the only person on the planet with the ability to make me want to.."

"Want to what?" Oliver said from the doorway.

"Kill."

I stormed up to our dorm thinking about how I really DIDN'T want to kill him, I wanted to kiss him.

"God, can I get something for my lovesick stomach ache!"

"Are you alright?" Hermione asked comming in the door.

"Close the door, I don't want anyone to over hear."

"Hayleigh what happened?"

"I'm losing my mind, you better sit down"

I told her everything.

"So do you think you might really like him?"

"I don't know, he still aggrivates me like no tomorrow but I know I don't hate him."

"Well you better get some sleep, you've got practice in the morning."

"Just what I need."

When I woke up I still had over an hour until practice. I headed down to the pitch and started my normal routine. Once again when I finished Oliver was standing there.

"Are you going to make a habit out of this?"

"Possibly, it's a very unique hobby."

"Gymnastics is a sport, that I happen to miss."

"Right."

Practice was a bore, I was battling myself more than focusing. Time just flew by. Oliver and I were the last to hit the locker room, like always.

"We have a proposition for you two." Fred said

"More like a bet." George corrected.

"We're listening." I was curious as to what they were thinking.

"A match, you guys against us. First to ten wins." George spoke up.

"And the terms?" Oliver asked.

"You win we'll back off and let you hate each other."

"Sounds good so far." I said.

"But if we win, you two have to go to the Halloween dance together."

"Can you give us a minute?"

"Sure."

They walked away and I turned to Oliver.

"What do you think?"

"Well the odds are in our favor."

"So you wanna go for it?"

"Yeah, what about you?"

"I think they don't stand a chance."

"You're on!" we both yelled at the twins.

(A/N: This chapter's song inspired title is by Bowling For Soup!)