Unnatural Love

Chapter 7

"Now, was that so hard?"

The next day came way too quickly. Though I wasn't being woken up by my usual light, better yet being woken up by them crashes in the sky. Water pounded onto the thick glass windows, rolling down as a failure to keep moving straight. Flashes of white raced through the low grey clouds. The dreary weather masking the hot sunlight, covering it's warmth until further notice.

But I wasn't fazed, not one bit to be honest. I loved the rain, it was so calming. I found peace in the way the beads of cold water splashed against the leaves, rolling of flower pedals, creating little divests of water through the ground. I loved the way it sounded when thrashing against glass, the way it left smaller droplets of water when moving down the translucent piece of construction.

I think the reason of hate for rain, is because people tend to focus on the negative side. Sticky and inconvenient, it makes your clothes drape and glue to your body. It messes up your perfect hair and flares your allergies, or it makes the day more tiring and groggy.

But have you ever danced in the rain? Had the wonderful wetness drench your hair in a good way, have the water run freely over your skin. Have you ever spun in a storm, the cool fresh breeze moving the droplets of water to finish off the tango with you. The perfect night.

The rain mesmerized me. Mesmerized me so much in fact, that I didn't even realize Jack was gone.

He did things to me, things that I not let anyone else ever do it me, then left. Left without even a goodbye, or a note on my side table. Left without me evening knowing, sneaking off while I was asleep.

Was this a normal thing? I've never had a boy sleep in my dorm besides Cedric. And even then, he was always there when I woke up... Did I scare him away? I probably shouldn't of told him that I had never done that before. I knew I shouldn't of opened up. That's always the thing that bites me in the ass.

Scenarios filled my head, horrible, horrible scenarios. Was I over-thinking? I mean, it can't be that serious, right?

I decided to sleep on the topic, though a strange lump came to my throat that I couldn't seem to faze. It was sickening, I felt ashamed of myself. I felt a burning in my cheeks, embarrassed of myself for letting something so ridiculous happen.

Palming the front of my face, giving myself a needed awakening call. This was going to be a rough morning.

With a swish of my wand, a yellow jumper, black jeans and bookbag floated over to me. I'm not going to lie, I definitely took my time getting ready, trying to procrastinate the hardest I could. I don't know why I was so nervous, I honestly think its fluster...  Ugh!

I slipped the big jumper over my head, it hung low and loose around my waist. Unlike my jeans, which traveled high, and kept a secure status around my flesh. I swept over to my bathroom, staring at that uneven pale girl standing in front of me.

Was this me? Because I definitely did not recognize her. Ever since that DADA class, I have felt off. Almost as if I were another person. Putting up an act to try to hide the fear that lives not so far down... I grabbed my robe off the back of my desk chair, making my way to the common room.

The stairs seemed steeper today, I felt like I was going to topple forward every step I took. The bright yellow room seemed to be dimmer, and the fresh air seemed to be suffocating.  Everything felt so off, and to make matters worse, Cedric wasn't on the left side of the couch with one leg over the other waiting for me to waltz down the Hufflepuff staircase just as he and I does every single day. But cam I blame him? I've ditched him so many times these past few weeks to hang around Sloper.