My Sweet Thing [Harry Potter Fanfic]

Chapter 4: Reality

Just to recap: I cried

Seth Blake had just pulverized my world shit out a big lump of what was left.

"What? You've gots to be joking??", I yelled at him, tears streaking down my face.

"No Y/N," he shook his head, "I'm not."

"An entire month???", I've been here. I was so worried about the important things I could've left behind in a month. My job???? My best friend Lindsay, who was a big nerd just like me and would never like me to get shot!

I cried even harder, my face becoming even redder as it absorbed in the salt from my tears.

My face stung as it all seeped into my wounds.

"H-h-h-h-h-h-how d-didid-did i-i-i-i end up-upupup- like d–d-d-d–this?", I murmured, the words not able to get out.

Seth ignored my question and just smacked me in the face with the mickey dees.

"H-HEY!" I screamed, really angry at him, "What the heck was that for???? I'm really sad right now!"

He laughed, "it's okay your face when you're crying just looks really stupid!"

Gosh he was so cute when he laughed that all my tears retracted into my eyes in an instant.

I wanted to cry even more but I was so mad. "Yeah well you're a stupid little jerk! I know you think you think you're a hotshot because you're the son of a mafia boss and all but jeez! Hasn't anybody ever told you that you lack all human feeling?!"

His lips suddenly curled down. I think I made him... sad???????? Was that even possible that Seth Blake, the guy I grinded on, and a mafia boss's son could be...

Sad????????????????????

He tried to hide it, but I could tell.

I could smell it.

I knew that he was sad because I was sad like that too.

I was so sad about him being sad that I busted into tears.

Then he flinched back. "Why are you crying, weirdo?"

I sobbed loudly and annoyingly, "I"M SAD BECAUSE YOU"RE SAD STUPID!"

He looked at me weird. Then sighed it off, chuckling. "Y/n, you're so stupid. You should get some rest." He said weeatly.

"But..-but!", I yelled, getting out of bed and limping.

What was he trying to say??? Why was he so sad??? Were avocados really the health food the media promoted it as?

His hand grabbed my chin, pulling it closer to his face. I blushed, was he.. WHAT THE FRICEKIN FREEK

He swung his fist back and

lights out.