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“So what you’re saying,” James began, examining me closely, “is that if I agree to be your replacement on the team once you leave school, you’ll join?”

“Yup.”

“Why?” He asked, his now dark blue eyes marred with confusion.

“I don’t know,” I responded, looking down at my feet. “I just think it’d make sense. It’d be rude of me to join without having a back up replacement, don’t you think?”

James considered my explanation as though he didn’t quite believe me, which he probably shouldn’t. I mean, my real goal behind getting him to agree to replace me was that, hopefully, he’d fall in with his friends again and would have people to talk to. This way, whatever I owed him for listening to me nonstop complain, would be repaid, and once I left school we’d be even. So basically, I was just trying to make myself feel better.

I continued staring at my feet as I waited for a response.

“Okay,” James said after a long moment, his eyes still fixated on me with a bit of confusion. “I’ll agree to be your replacement or whatever. But your training starts now.”

As soon as James said this, he swung himself off his broom and gestured to it.

“Um…are you sure we should start off so suddenly?” I asked James, looking at the broom with trepidation. “I mean, I only just agreed...”

“The first game is in a week and you’re now the most vital player on the team, so yeah, I think we should,” James responded flatly. “Now get on.”

I suddenly had a flash of regret for agreeing to join the Gryffindor Quidditch team. I mean, sure, James had agreed to my condition, but it seemed like little compensation for what I was about to endure.

“But… I’m going to fall,” I said, eyeing the broom worriedly.

“No, you’re not,” James said. “Flying’s really not that hard.”

I scoffed. “Sure it’s not.”

“It’s not,” James said. “People build flying up to be this big deal, this impossible feat, but in the end it’s really just all about balance.”

“Well maybe I have terrible balance,” I told him.

“Well then that’d be a lie,” James said easily. “Don’t you twirl batons?”

I raised my eyebrows in surprise. “How do you know that?”

“My sister has your interviews with Witch Weekly memorized and likes to recite them randomly,” James responded, shrugging as if it were no big deal.

“Oh,” I said, Lily’s bright eyes and bubbly personality poking it’s way through my thoughts. “Right.”

“Lily can get crazy about those girly sorts of things,” James said. “My mum calls it a character flaw.”

“Your mum doesn’t like girly things?” I asked.

James shrugged. “She just doesn’t like how obsessed Lily is with the superficial. She thinks there’s so much more than what you wear and how you look.”

An image of my mother flashed through my mind, so concerned about making me into her idea of perfection. It seemed that James and I had very different mothers.

“Your mum sounds nice,” I said.

“Yeah, she is,” James said nodding his head and staring off. Then he seemed to realize something turned back to me. “Anyway, get on the broom. You’ll never learn how to fly it from the ground.”

“Are you sure?” I asked, still trying to avoid getting on the broom. “You could try teaching me when I’m not on one.”

“Yes, I’m sure,” James said, not appreciating my humor. “Now come on. The more you prolong it the scarier it’ll seem.”

“I’m not scared of flying,” I said, giving James an annoyed look. “I just know it’ll be a terrible experience.”

“And how do you know?” James asked, arching an eyebrow at me. His strong jaw was set in a defiant line as he crossed his arms, waiting for an answer.

“Because I do,” I sniffed, tilting my chin up just the slightest bit as my inner Miss Teen Witch made an appearance.

James stared at me for a couple of seconds, my green eyes locked with his ever-changing ones before his mouth tilted up in the slightest of smirks. It was an expression I wasn’t used to, especially from him, but there was something about it that made it seem like this had once been a normal expression of his. “Okay, then. Prove it.”

*

“So,” Molly said as we headed to the library, which is where Lucy and Lily had told me to meet them so I could help them with their ‘pep squad strut’. “Scorpius told me that you’ve volunteered to be seeker.”

I looked at Molly, my expression instantly freezing to one of confusion. I most definitely had never approached Scorpius to tell him my plans of joining the team, which only meant one thing: James had told him. Which then led to an even more prolonged confusion. I had made it pretty clear yesterday night that I had quit.

As it turned out, I had sucked at Quidditch. And not just an it’s-my-first-time suck, but a real honest to goodness I-should-not-be-allowed-on-a-broomstick suck. There was just something about wobbling around on a broom in mid air that kind of freaked me out, which led to me spazzing out and falling. And while I had been kind of okay with it the first five times I ate dirt, after the tenth time I had started to hate Quidditch in all its entirety. Which you know, led to me quitting and running off the field, full of embarrassment and anger.

“And why does he think that?” I asked Molly, not giving anything away.

“That’s what I wondered, which is why I asked him,” Molly said, studying my face closely. “But then he told me some outlandish story that made it pretty clear he had to have been making it up, right?”

I bit my bottom lip and nervously twisted the bracelet I was wearing around my arm. “What was the story?”

“Well apparently, one of my cousin’s told him. And according to him, the cousin was—”

“Natasha!” I instantly cursed myself as I recognized the voice that was calling my name. I whirled slowly around to see the cousin in question strolling up to me, as though we talked in the hallway all the time.

Molly’s eyes widened as James approached me, her suspicions easily confirmed. I didn’t say anything as we both stood there, waiting for James to catch up.

“So I’ve been thinking,” James started, still acting as blasé as usual, “That maybe we’ve been going about the training all wrong. Clearly yesterday’s method hasn’t been working, so I’ve got another idea.”

“But James,” I started, looking nervously at Molly. “I told you I quit.”

“Yeah but I don’t care,” James said easily. “We already had made our agreement that you’d join, so you can’t just back out because you fell a couple of times.”

“I fell thirty seven times,” I responded flatly. “That hardly counts as ‘a couple’.”

“Anyway,” James said, evading my comment, “this new method I came up with is totally going to work. So just come to practice tomorrow night and we’ll be good, okay?”

I let out a long sigh, blowing a couple of strands of hair out of my face. “Fine.”

“Great.” James then turned and headed off, not interested in conversing any longer. I stared after him, regret washing through my body. Why had I agreed?

“So it is true,” Molly said, staring after where James had once stood in wonder. “I figured Scorp was lying. Dom and all the others didn’t believe it either.”

“You’re not going to tell them are you?” I asked, worry creeping into my tone. I could just imagine how betrayed Dom would be that I hadn’t told her.

Molly sighed. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell since it doesn’t really concern or interest me. But,” Molly paused as she seemed to think over her next words, “there’s a lot about James you don’t know…”

“I know,” I said quickly. “But it’s not like we’re good friends or anything. He’s just helping me fly.”

Molly looked at me in disbelief. “That’s the most I’ve seen him talk to anyone in like a year.” Her facial expression changed as she saw my face and she rolled her eyes. “But whatever, it’s obviously none of my business.”

I nodded my head, in agreement, which caused Molly to narrow her eyes.

“You should probably tell people that he’s helping you fly though,” Molly said. “I’m sure it’s something Dom would appreciate knowing.”

“Can we just stop talking about this?” I said, not wanting to think about the James issue (not that it was one) anymore.

“Okay, okay,” Molly said. “I can see you’re touchy about this subject.”

I didn’t say anything to Molly, and we walked in silence like this for a couple of minutes before she seemed to be unable to stand not talking.

“I still can’t believe you’re going through with this,” Molly stated, giving me a half disgusted and half pitying look. It took me a moment to realize she was now back to discussing the fact that I was going to help Lucy and Lily with their walks.

“Well what am I supposed to do?” I asked, shooting Molly a helpless look, slightly eager for the topic change. “Every time I tried to talk to her and cancel, she was always ‘in a hurry’ or ‘couldn’t talk right now’.”

“Of course she was,” Molly commented, rolling her eyes. “I’ve told you that’s her whole shtick. She knew you wanted to cancel, and now since she’s avoiding you, she thinks you’ll go.”

Molly shot me an accusatory glare as she finished this.

“Why are you looking at me like it’s my fault?” I asked.

“Because you’re going,” Molly complained. “You’re not required to show up, you know.”

“But…” I trailed off. I didn’t know how to explain it, but there was some pull deep in my gut telling me I couldn’t just not show up. It would be like disappointing Lucy and Lily. And even though I didn’t particularly know either of them much, I hated the idea of being a disappointment.

“But what?” Molly prodded.

“Well,” I started, composing my thoughts, “I don’t want to be rude.”

Molly scoffed as I said this. “You are the worst sometimes.”

“What? Why?” I asked.

“Because,” Molly said, “you’re like… a people pleaser. You do everything anyone asks of you, and you’re so easily manipulated it’s frustrating. Don’t you want to just, I dunno, tell everyone to sod off sometimes?”

While I would never put it in as blunt a terms as Molly, I couldn’t help but think that there were many moments in my life in which I’d wanted to tell people to lay off. And though I never felt like I could tell someone outright to leave me alone, I did long for the ability to do so. But the truth was, I wasn’t that type of person.

“I guess,” I answered, after a long moment. “But sometimes it’s just easier to not say anything. Then nobody winds up mad.”

Molly huffed as I said this, raising her hands up in the air as though I was the thickest person in the world. “Okay, let me make this simpler: do you want to help Lucy and Lily?”

“Not particularly but—”

“Then don’t go!” Molly exclaimed, cutting me off. “They’re second years. Are you really worried about how they’ll feel?”

“No but—”

“Don’t you want to just show Lucy that she can’t play you like a pawn?”

“Yes but—”

“So don’t go!” Molly interrupted yet again.

“Fine!” I said, wanting Molly to get off of my case. “I won’t go then. Are you happy?”

Molly looked at me through drawn eyebrows, as though I was clearly missing the point. Which maybe I was. Then, she smirked.

“You’ve got to not want to go all on your own,” Molly said patting my cheek flippantly. She then gestured to the library, which we had now arrived at. “Good luck, Tash. Merlin knows you’ll need it.”

And then, she turned on her heel and walked away, leaving me no less confused than I had been at the start of the conversation. It had seemed as though she’d been giving me luck on something a lot more important then helping out Lucy and Lily. I took a few moments to stare after her retreating form, before I looked up at the heavy wooden doors of the library.

I thought about what Molly had said for a nanosecond, but then blinked it away before I squared my shoulders and opened the door.

*

“Can we please do it once more?” Lily asked, looking up at me with wide, brown eyes. Her flaming red hair was held back with what seemed to be her favorite pair of pink sparkly clips, and her cheeks were flushed with excitement.

“Okay, you guys can do it one more time,” I said, looking at Lily’s eager face and feeling my heart tug a little. There was something so endearing about her open happiness that made me cave. “But I do have a lot of Transfiguration homework, so I have to go soon.”

“No problem!” Lily said eagerly, grabbing Lucy by the arm and pulling her back towards the end of the makeshift runway we had lined off with tape in the back of the library. We were near the archway by the restricted section, where almost nobody ever went.

“Okay, so Lucy you go first,” I said for what felt like the millionth time, “and then Lily you go right as she hits the red ex, okay?”

“Right,” Lily said, straightening her posture and tilting her head up so that it was perfectly parallel with the floor. Lucy began to walk first, her shoulders back and her expression impossibly pouty (which I had told her not to do but she had insisted everyone on the pep squad made such a fish face). Then as she hit the red ex, Lily followed her, an excited bounce in her step as she walked along the dotted lines I had conjured onto the floor for them to follow.

They were actually pretty decent in all honesty. They had listened almost exactly to the directions I had given, and their walks were perfectly balanced and timed with the music they would be walking to. There had only been a couple minor chinks, one including Lucy’s refusal to give up the pouty face and another when Lily had accidentally tripped over Lucy as they passed one another. But, other than that, they were fairly good.

As they both finished up their walks, I gave an even clap. “That was great!” I said, looking at the both of them sincerely. “You’ve really got a handle on the pivot at the end, and you’re not clomping which is a problem that many people hardly fix.”

Lily’s eyes crinkled in excitement at my words and even Lucy managed a smile.

“Thank you so much for helping us, Natasha,” Lily said, stepping forward and wrapping her freckly arms around my waist and squeezing tight. I hugged her back, although a bit awkwardly.

“No problem,” I said, patting Lily on the shoulder as she leaned away. Lucy, who was standing behind Lily, gave me a nod.

“Yeah thanks for helping,” Lucy said, which I could tell was something she wasn’t used to saying. She then turned to Lily. “Fiona will, like, totally love us! Maybe we can even convince her to make us mini-captains for all the newbies!”

“Ohmigosh, do you think she would?” Lily asked, looking excited.

“If I have anything to say about it, I know she will,” Lucy said, giving Lily a knowing look. “All you need to do is talk to James or something for her and she’ll be more than willing.”

Lily bit her lip. “I hate doing that though,” Lily said. “She gets so hopeful….”

“Look, this is the only way we could possibly get ourselves instated as captain once she leaves, so it’s necessary,” Lucy said, adjusting her pink headband and straightening her shoulders. She then turned to me as though just realizing I was still there and shot me a short smile. “Well, we better be going! Thanks again, Natasha. I hope to see you soon!”

And with a three-fingered wave she grabbed Lily and walked off, leaving me to clean up on my own. Not that I minded. It was only a few charms. I guess I just expected them to be a bit more thankful that I had given up most of my evening to help train them. But according to Molly, this was expected. Lucy got what she wanted and felt no reason to stay.

“Need help?” I heard someone ask. I turned around to see a person I didn’t quite recognize standing by one of the restricted bookcases. He had medium build, with sleek, dark hair and bright green eyes. I couldn’t quite pinpoint it, but there was something familiar about him.

“Oh that’s okay, I got it,” I answered, quickly waving my wand and causing the tape marks on the floor to disappear. The guy who had offered help didn’t listen to me however, and began to help me vanish the rest of the mess left over from helping Lily and Lucy.

“Well… thanks,” I said, once we had finished vanishing everything. “You didn’t have to do that you know.”

“No problem. You were helping out my sister and I saw her and my cousin leave you to clean up yourself, so I felt like I owed you.” After he said this, I realized why he seemed familiar. He was James’ brother, Al. They both had a similar look to them, although Al’s hair was shorter and straighter, and his face was more rounded.

I made a hum of realization. “You’re Al.”

“And you’re Natasha. Congratulations for stating the obvious,” Al responded lazily, catching me off guard. “You’re also going to be seeker for the Gryffindors, aren’t you?”

I stared at him in shock. Had the news really traveled that fast? “How do you know?”

“Well, I’m kind of the Slytherin captain,” Al said matter-of-factly. “And also, James told me.”

“He did?” I asked, shocked. And I wasn’t sure which part I was shocked about the most: the fact that James talked to Al or the fact that he talked to Al about me.

“Yeah,” Al said, rolling his eyes. “Despite what everyone else says, we do happen to tolerate each other.”

“What does everyone else say?” I asked, confused.

Al seemed surprised. “Wow, I guess I didn’t give them enough credit. I would’ve figured with the lot you hang out with, they would’ve converted you into hating me within the first five minutes.”

I still didn’t understand why Al would assume I hated him, but I figured it was best not to ask. There was something about his tone that told me he and the others didn’t get along. And now that I think about it, Scorpius did happen to mention on more than one occasion that he didn’t trust Al.

“So then why are you talking to me if you think I’d hate you?” I asked, still a bit confused as to what was going on.

“Oh right,” Al said, seeming to remember something. “James told me to tell you that he can’t practice with you tonight because he has to get something prepared beforehand so he’ll see you tomorrow night instead.”

Al raised an eyebrow at me as he said this, as though asking me to explain why his brother was practicing with me. I looked down at my feet.

“Well, thanks for telling me,” I said to him, and I couldn’t help but feel the tiniest bit disappointed about the cancel in practice. Not that I was looking forward to it. But I guess it just seemed weird to not have anything to do late tonight.

“No problem,” Al said, although he was still staring at me with an eyebrow raised.

“So… If that’s all, I should probably be going,” I said, starting to back away from Al. “Nice meeting you.”

“You too,” Al said although he didn’t seem to really mean it. There was something very cold and closed off about him. And while with James this had intrigued me, with Al I just felt very uncomfortable.

I nodded my head at Al one last time before I turned around and started to walk away. Right as I was about to reach the door something stopped me.

“Oh and Natasha?” Al called, causing me to turn around. My hand was still resting lightly on the library door handle as I scrutinized Al.

“Yeah?” I asked, not sure what he was going to say.

“Good luck.”

I felt my forehead furrow as Al laughed, before I pushed open the door and left the library. As I walked down the hallway, my footsteps echoing around me, all I could think was that this was the second time today that someone had wished me good luck. It was also the second time today I had no idea what I was being wished luck for.

*

“Are you sure you don’t want to go?” Dom asked me, putting her hands on her hips and leaning over me. “I mean, don’t you want to watch Lily and Lucy make you proud?”

“Psh, like they could make anyone proud,” Molly said, wrinkling her nose. Her extremely tall stature made her seem like she didn’t belong in the 6th year girl’s dormitory. Which she didn’t considering she was a 7th year, but still.

“Molly, you’re not helping,” Dom snapped, giving Molly a scathing look. As she turned to me, her expression softened. “Natasha, just come down to the Great Hall breakfast with us and watch the fashion show. It’ll be fun!”

But it wouldn’t be fun. Or at least, for me it wouldn’t. There was something about watching a fashion show that reminded me too much of pageants, and I knew I wouldn’t voluntarily subject myself to watching it.

“I don’t really want to go,” I said to Dom, as I painted my nails with a clear polish. “I have to finish my Potions essay and—”

“Oh boo hoo,” Dom said flatly, clearly not caring. “The pep squad fashion show only happens once a year! You can’t miss it.”

“She’s right you know,” Molly said, nodding her head in agreement. “Making fun of all of the pep squadders is the highlight of my year.”

I sighed. “You guys, I really don’t want to go.”

Dom stared at me for a long moment and then shrugged. “Fine. We’ll go without you then.”

I could tell by Dom’s clipped tone that she was a bit annoyed at me for not wanting to go with her, and I felt guilt creep it’s way at the pit of my stomach.

“If I finish my potions essay before the fashion show ends, I’ll come down,” I said, trying to placate Dom.

Dom nodded her head slowly as I said this. “Okay. But you’re sure you don’t want to just come now?”

“I’m sure,” I said, nodding my head in affirmation. Dom stared at me for a moment longer before shrugging, then walking out the door. Molly followed behind her, but she gave me a more knowing look as she walked out. I wasn’t sure what the look was for, so I just stared blankly back at her.

Once they had both left, I used a drying charm on my nails and then pulled out my Potions book to finish the essay that was due tomorrow. Classes didn’t start until ten today in honor of the fashion show, so I wanted to use the extra time to get ahead on my work.

When I walked into the common room to sit by the fireplace as I worked, I couldn’t help but notice the deafening silence clinging to every crevice of the room. It was normally never quiet in the common room since there were always lots of people bustling around the room, but today there was an overwhelming lull. It seemed as though everyone at Hogwarts watched the fashion show, something I couldn’t quite understand.

After about a half an hour of working on my Potions essay, I had grown tired of it, and had instead opted for staring at the fireplace as the flames danced in front of my eyes teasingly. There was something about the crimson and orange bursts that caused me to become mesmerized. I remember learning once from my old tutor that the reason people were fascinated with fire so much was because it was something that caused pain and pleasure. It brought us light, and it also had the ability to burn us all down.

After about ten minutes of the blank fire-staring, I figured there was no point in staying in the common room, and instead decided I’d explore the hallways since nobody else would be around. As I walked down the hallways, I realized that I still didn’t really know many places around the castle to go to, so I walked to the Great Hall, since it was the only place I knew how to get to for sure.

The heavy doors that led into the Great Hall were closed, and I could hear the faint thumping of a pop song playing on the other side. I recognized the annoyingly catchy tune from the music Lily and Lucy had played when I helped them practice, and I figured the fashion show was still going on.

“Not at the fashion show?” a voice I recognized asked, and I turned around to see James leaning against the wall near the front entrance, looking as casual as ever.

“Nah,” I responded, shrugging my shoulders and walking over to where he was. “They’re not really my thing.”

“Says the girl who’s a beauty queen.”

“Says the girl who hates being a beauty queen.”

“Well then,” James said, his eyes lit up playfully at our banter, “says the girl who is a masochist.”

“Touché.”

James nodded his head at my affirmation of his wit, but didn’t say anything else. This led me to feel the urge to fill the silence.

“So,” I said, looking at James expectantly, “why aren’t you at the fashion show?”

“They’re not really my thing either,” He responded, shaking some of his messy hair out of his face.

“But your sister’s performing in it,” I pointed out.

“Don’t remind me,” James said, seeming to internally shudder at this. “I can’t believe she stooped low enough to join the pep squad.”

I had a flashback to the conversation Lucy and Lily had been having about how Fiona let them onto the pep squad in the hopes of getting back together with James. Why had James even dated a girl like her if he hated the pep squad so much? Why had he even dated a girl like her period?

“Aw come on. It’s not that bad,” I defended. “Lucy and Lily are really happy about it.”

“It doesn’t really take them much to be happy though,” James said, shrugging. “I just wish that Lily wasn’t into such shallow things, you know?”

I inwardly inhaled a breath at James’ words. I don’t know if he had meant to make me feel embarrassed, but suddenly I was. Being Miss Teen Witch kind of made me the poster child for being shallow, didn’t it? I found myself wondering if James thought of me that way, too.

James seemed to notice my silence and focused his gaze on my face. “You okay?” James asked, not seeming to understand the lull in the conversation.

“Yeah, fine,” I said quickly, fiddling with a piece of hair and not looking at him. The muffled sounds of cheers emanated from the Great Hall but neither of us noticed. I then spoke before I had enough time to think it over. “I don’t think modeling stuff in a fashion show is what makes a person shallow though. I think it’s just down to the person.”

Understanding seemed to flicker in James’ eyes as I said this and I felt even more embarrassed as to what I’d said. There was another loud set of cheers from the Great Hall.

“You’re right,” James said, nodding his head, and I think that this was the first time in a long time that someone had said that to me. “I didn’t mean it how it sounded.”

“It’s fine if you did,” I said, deciding it was now time to start backing away and leave the awkward conversation we had buried ourselves in. “I was just sharing my own thoughts.”

“No, Natasha I didn’t mean to insult you,” James said and then he instinctively grabbed my arm to stop me from backing away. The physical contact between us startled me and I felt myself become frozen. He was acting like he cared way too much. “I guess I just… don’t actually see you as a beauty queen or whatever. Sometimes it doesn’t register and I forget.”

“Forget?” I asked, feeling as though his statement was absurd. It seemed odd that James could forget about something that was constantly on my mind.

James was about to open his mouth to explain, when our conversation was punctuated by the heavy sounds of the Great Hall doors opening. I found myself turning to the doors, and it was then that I realized James’ hand was still loosely holding my arm. I pulled it away as nonchalantly as I could but when I noticed who had been exiting the Great Hall, I realized I was too late.

Dom, Freddy, and Gryffin were wearing varying shades of shock as they stared at James and I, while Molly stood next to them inspecting her nails and remaining unsurprised. There were also a couple of pep squad members standing behind them (at least they were wearing cheerleading uniforms so I suspected they were members) watching us in shock too. I had a niggling question as to where Scorpius and Rose were, but then I remembered they were prefects and were monitoring the fashion show set up/clean up as part of their duties. I shot Dom a nervous smile, but she continued giving me a weird look.

James, for all he was worth, didn’t seem to take much notice. Not that I expected him too. He was always oblivious to other people.

“I’ve gotta go,” I said quietly to James, backing away from my conversation with him and walking towards Dom. He didn’t say anything back and didn’t even seem to care much as he shrugged his shoulders and watched me go, before walking away himself.

When I reached Dom, her expression had faded into a more tiring expression. She pinched the bridge of her nose, sighing as though she had the weight of the world on her back.

“Hey,” I started to say to Dom but I was quickly cut off by one of the cheerleaders giving me an acidic look and then putting a hand on her hip.

“Are you fucking joking me?” The blonde asked, sneering at me as she then turned to Dom. “Dominique, can you please tell me why your friend was talking to James?”

Dom looked at the blonde worriedly, but before she could respond Molly spoke. “Calm your shit, Fiona. She was just talking to the guy.”

I eyed the girl who was now revealed to be Fiona more closely as she continued to sneer. She was fairly tall (although I was still taller and Molly was still tallest), very pretty, and had legs up to her armpits. She also had a glare that could rival that of Voldemort’s. So… this was James’ ex.

“James never talks to anyone,” Fiona stated, her eyes narrowing at me.

Dom seemed to notice Fiona’s glare turning even more acrid because she cleared her throat. “Oh sorry, I just asked Natasha to tell James something for me. Don’t worry, it really was nothing.”

Fiona turned to look at Dom, her expression still angry. “Well, maybe you should tell him yourself next time. James is off limits, okay?” she had turned back to me as she said this, but then looked at Dom again. “Now take her out of my sight.”

Dom listened quickly as Fiona said this and she grabbed my arm, motioning for Molly to follow, and started yanking me down the hallway. I followed after he clumsily, still unsure what had just happened.

Had I just gotten bitched at by James’ ex?

“Where are we going?” I asked Dom, as she continued to weave us down hallways I didn’t recognize. The way she kept dragging me down the hallway made me feel like wherever she was trying to take me was of the utmost importance.

“We’re going to a place to talk,” Dom said, looking down at me with an inscrutable expression, her grip still tight on my arm.

“Why?” I asked, confused as to why Dom seemed to think this talk was so urgent.

She pressed her mouth into a thin line, as she seemed to think over her next words. “I think it’s time to tell you about James.”



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A/N: So at risk of sounding like a broken record, I'm so so sorry for how long this took. But hey, lots of stuff happened in this chapter and it seems like Natasha's going to find out about James! Which is a step in the right direction... right?

So please don't hate me for taking forever! Life has just been very stressful/busy lately, and also seeing as it's my senior year I've also been trying to hang out with my besties before we all head off to separate colleges (SOBS!).

But anyways, please let me know in the review box below what you think! Did you like Al? What did you think about Fiona? WHAT IS JAMES' BACKSTORY?

Just please please let me know your thoughts/criticism because I really do want to know what my readers think or else I can't improve my writing!

Thank you all so so much for being amazing readers :)
-Rebecca

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