Complicated

Chapter 46: Goodbye Nova

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G O O D B Y E N O V A

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Ric's POV

I laid in my bed listening to Elvis Presley — yes, I said it — Elvis motherfucking Presley. A muggle that very few wizards actually try listening to. He has good music, anyone who wants to say anything otherwise can come talk to me.

Anyway, as I listened to one of his saddest songs ever, I kept thinking about Nova, about how she lied to me, how I was part of her game, how she hurt my sister, not just me. That's what I care about.

Cierra thinks I was in on it, that I knew the whole time. She doesn't believe that I got played too.

Stupid. Stupid stupid. We were both played by one single girl. What the fuck happened? Apparently we're not the badasses we thought we were.

"Ladies and gentlemen, front row seats! Front row seats... a fan of Elvis Presley who isn't over forty five years old, come see the odd creature here." Al teased in a voice that mimicked a game show host while using a hairbrush as the microphone.

He used to use his wand. That did not work out.

"Leave me and Elvis alone, Al." I groaned.

"You'd rather be alone with Elvis than with me? I feel very betrayed. What does Elvis have that I don't?"

"He can sing."

"Sure, but does he look like this?" He said, brushing his fingers through his hair, showing off his beauty.

I snorted. "He looks better." I lied.

Al put a hand over his heart and groaned. "Now that's offensive." He sat on my bed. "And the fact that you like an older guy screams daddy issues." He teased. "In fact..." He took his phone out of his back pocket and started playing Daddy Issues by the muggle band, the Neighbourhood at maximum volume. "I love that she's got daddy issues, and I do too." He sang and I hit him with my pillow.

"You're being annoying." I snarked at him coldly and his demeanor immediately changed. The playful fire in his eyes and mischievous smile faded from his face and his posture stiffened.

"Oh. Sorry. I'll let you be." He started to get up off my bed and I sighed.

I turned to face Al and held his hand, though this time was different from all the other times. Once his skin touched mine I felt electricity pulse through me and my breath catch. We both stood still for a moment, staring at our held hands. Then, we looked up and looked in each other's eyes and I felt the world immediately melt away around me. Nothing existed. Not Elvis Presley, not The Neighbourhood, not the previous snarky tension we felt between each other. No. This is a different type of tension, a tension that makes me want to pull him in by the hand I'm holding and kiss him deeply.

Stop. This is wrong. I reminded myself. He's my best friend. I like girls. He's my best friend.

I felt him look at me and felt shy, something I've never really felt around anyone I'm attracted to.

I'm attracted to my best friend.

Fuck.

I saw the same dark, lustful look in his eyes I had seen earlier today and knew he wanted me to kiss him just as much as I wanted to kiss him.