"I'm still a virgin."
"He takes my hand, kissing my knuckles softly. 'Kat, you thought you didn't deserve a fairytale,
that it was rare. And while it's true it is rare, you most definitely deserve the happy ever after
and I hope that you'll choose to spend it with me, as my wife.'"
I carefully closed to book on my lap, leaning my head back onto the cold stone, hoping the tears that had gathered wouldn't fled my eyes. A cheesy hopeless romantic reader, that can't even bare the thought of falling for someone in real life. How ironic?
I had always imagined myself to be the main character in these types of stories. Living the fun, daring, hot, sexy life as the books describe so vividly. Always falling for the mysterious devil that lurks in the shadows until they finally have enough courage to express their true selves.
Or being head over heels for a goodie-two-shoes until the manic, "bad boy" shows you a real good time. Maybe I'm also devoted to the love tragic, Jack and Rose. Complete strangers, completely in love, willing to die for one another.
Is it true that people become that attached, that obsessed, that they'd die, kill, just to prove their love? Pull a Romeo and Juliet, just to be able to say "that was the love of my life", literally.
I always manage to strike out though, three chances that I always foul. Too "intimidating" when rude. Not good enough as myself. And to many "family issues" and "problems caused by a traumatizing past" to want to keep close with. It's weird though, I don't feel broken, or "traumatized" as people describe. The only thing that I ever let affect me, was my mothers death. Other than that, I quit like my life.
But it's not like I don't care for my father that got sent to Azkaban, cause I do. However, my mother and I have a a tight bond, loomed differently than the one I hold with my father. But at this point in my life, I don't reckon we even hold a bond any more. I feel as if I'm just another one of his chores, yet he tries his hardest to procrastinate before even giving me any attention.
"Y/n, I know you're in here." A sassy voice calls from the entrance of the bathroom, pulling me from my thoughts. I quickly wipe my damp cheeks off with the sleeve of my sweatshirt, stuffing the bundle of paper back into my pocket.
Yes, it was way easier to get up to my spot than it was to get down... I rarely fall, maybe only ten times throughout the years I've been coming here, but I casually tend to slip. Catching myself, most of the time. But sometimes it ends in a very painful thud to the ground.
"I thought I'd let you know that dinner is about to begin. You have been in here all day, which means you didn't eat lunch, and I didn't see you at breakfast this morning. So, I suppose you are hungry?" Pansy said quickly, and twitchy, opening the stall door to watch me climb down the wall. "If you'd have longer hair, I'd call you Rapunzel." She adds with a laugh, as she grabs my waist, steadying me to the ground.
Was it dinner time already? I thought I'd only been here for an hour or two. Not four hours!
"Thanks for reminding me P." My voice sounded a bit scratchy, since I haven't spoken in a while. She nods with a smile on her face as a reply. I clear my throat, as she offers a hand to me. "First stop, your bedro-. I mean, first stop, the great hall." She jokes, gripping my hand tightly as we head off into the halls.
Pansy always cracked jokes about us getting together, not really together together, since we're both straight. But like, have sex together. We actually had a very serious drunk conversation one night after a party, about us hooking up, just once, due to our curiosity. We've known each other since year one, and she constantly flirts with me, in a friendly matter. And we both agreed that we feel comfortable around one another. So we made a deal that we have to hook up, at least once, before we graduate. But she told me that I have to fuck someone before her, cause she wants somebody really special to take my virginity. The only part of the bet that might not happen, is me getting my virginity taken...
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Unnatural Love
FanfictionHave you ever had mixed emotions? Well, so has Y/n. This story is about Y/n Black, the daughter of Sirius, the friend to all, and lover to some. Who will she end up with? Stick along to find out! SPOILERS: I think to myself, standing there in stiffn...