Magicblazer Oneshots

Outta My Head

(Title taken from Outta My Head by Somi. Kinda flipped concepts here, this is a fluff chapter)

"Zee, I don't have the faintest as to why you like him."

"I'm- I'm sorry, I- what were you saying, Artemis?" I ask, silently pulling myself out of my daydream trance. "Constantine. Why do you like him? He's a player. Do you know how many girl- people in general he's slept with? He's going to break your heart, one way or another."

"Look, you girls don't get it. He's been my best friend for... since I can remember. So what if I have a little crush on him? It's not like it's affecting my life too much. I mean, look at what happened with Diana and Steve. Be glad that's not happening with me."

"No, but it's close to happening. We can tell you're thinking about him. That's not good. He's going to destroy you, your everything, hon."

He's the literal embodiment of the devil. And I should leave him in my past, but I just can't.

I push my hair in front of my face and smile under it, pushing the earbud deeper into my ear, silently singing along with the song.

Oh babe, it's like this whenever you're around

I wasn't like this before but I can't focus because of you

Sorry, let me just space out a bit, I just

I only got three lines in before someone took the damn thing out of my ear, ruining the amazing experience.

I stopped the music on my phone and whipped my head around to face and probably cuss out whoever was interrupting my daily dose of Jeon Somi, only to find John Constantine there. "Who in the fucking he-..." I stopped, seeing the face that's on my mind, in my head every second of the day, waking or not, whether I fucking want it to be or fucking not.

Can't get you outta my head

"John..." I breath.

"Hello, Love."

He smirks, that damn smirk that I've seen far too many times as his eyes would ever-so casually travel from my shoulders down to my ankles, checking me out, ever since we were twelve.

For some strange reason, I don't mind.

Then the bell rang.

"So, what were you listenin' t', Love?" He asks in the hallway, his fingers dangerously close to touching mine.

I laugh. "Like you would even care."

"I'm bein' serious."

"When do you care about anyone besides yourself?"

"Point in case, darlin'. Why'da keep starin' at me again, if that's the case? Why you still talkin' t' me, an' not listen to those friends of yours?" He asks. I laugh in response. "Who says I stare at you? Only someone insane would."

"Dunno, darling." I roll my eyes.

The rest of the day goes by, I don't see John until tomorrow morning for class.

He's a shameless flirt, a daredevil, I really should listen to Artemis and not... I should just fucking forget about him.

I push past Dad, the same song still playing in my ears, the lyrics still in my head like a certain blonde-haired boy.

"Zee," he says.

I take the earbud out of my ear and turn back to Dad. "Sorry, what's going on?"

"What's going on with you?"