𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕶𝖎𝖑𝖑𝖊𝖗𝖘 𝕷𝖔𝖛𝖊 - 𝕯𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖔 𝕸𝖆𝖑𝖋𝖔𝖞.

Chapter 45- Why is Jalen ignoring me?

Striking Thunder. Saccharine rain. Sadistic storm. 

And a messy quidditch match.

As the clouds abruptly rubbed against one another creating loud thunder in response, Slytherin and Ravenclaw shared a compassionate match against one another. 

I held my breath while studying my boyfriend attempting to attain the snitch. 

Just then, Malfoy followed his lead, and an intense battle raised each of the houses watched dangerously, and after a few pushes and bumps, Draco's hand grasped onto the shining golden snitch.

The heads around me began roaring and cheering. After all, Slytherin had won the final match.

My lips stayed zipped and my body remained frozen. I wasn't sure if I should cheer that my house had won a cup or mourn that my boyfriend had lost horrifically.

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"It's alright..." I stammered over my words venturing to comfort Jalen. I wasn't quite sure if I was doing it correctly.

I was never comforted.

I was never taught how to comfort anyone.

I suppose affirming would be strong enough but no matter how hard I tried, and how many words I stated there was always this icky feeling sticking with me. There were no words to describe it.

"I almost caught that damn snitch."

"I could have won..."

"It's that prat, Malfoy." 

There had always been a rivalry between Jalen and Draco, and it had rooted in them being in the opposite quidditch teams with the same positions, except Malfoy had taken it further by taunting and mocking him as well.

"Calm yourself--"

"Will you get out!"

I froze.

For a second, it felt as though the earth had stopped spinning. The shock intoxicated my mind.

Then the emotions poured forth.

I was only trying to comfort him. 

"Emerlyn--" remorse and regret flooded Jalen's voice as he attempted to grab ahold of me. "I- I didn't mean it-"

"That's what you say every time." 

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JANUARY 29.

Three days.

Three days had gone by.

Three days of being ignored by Jalen.

I had never felt a different type of infuriated like I was today, but this rage engulfed me with anguish. He had ignored me for three fucking days.

All because I had built enough courage to speak back to him.

I would be stubborn as well. If he wasn't willing to talk to me nor was I, it was evident he was ignoring me. I had spotted him attending his classes, chatting with his friends, and going on with his normal hobbies.

It was almost as though I had never existed in his world. 

With this attention being ripped off me, I felt a sense of pitful I couldn't handle. The strings of my heart had strangled. With no attention,