𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 | 𝐑.𝐖 ✔︎

𝐓𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐰𝐨

For the past two weeks that we've been in school Ron Weasley had been ignoring me, rather avoiding me but whatever. In my head,
It was practically the same thing and neither of
them was better than the other.

In some way, this was good, it was a perfect way to be sure that what happened between us never was to happen again. But I didn't really
give a damn, I felt disrespected to the extreme. After I had sex with him Ron gets the sudden
urge too start ignoring me and glaring at me?

I know that I didn't do or say anything wrong afterwards and I know damn well that it wasn't bad enough for him to ignore me. No that for sure wasn't the case, Blaise and Theodore ignored their girls after hooking up with them but that was because they had no respect for them. Did he have no respect for me?

I watched angrily as he stood in the courtyard, examining as the kids crossed by to go to class.
This class was Ron's free one -- No I am not being an stalker, I have just so happened to memorize his schedule in the past few weeks --
so I knew that he had no where to be besides the Gryffindor tower after this.

I know that it was impulsive and that I probably shouldn't have done it, but I couldn't stop myself from tightening my grip on my bag and storming over to where Ron stood.

He spares me a glance, rolling his tongue inside of his cheek before continuing to look at the crowd of people. Although he's trying his best not to show it, I can see a smug smirk beginning to tug up at the corner of his lips.

"Who do you think I am?" I growled, not allowing him a chance to something snarky towards me. "Or better yet, who do you think you are Weasley?"

I continued seething, "You do not get the freaking right to avoid me or ignore me, you redheaded bastar--"

"You can't tell that I am occupied at the moment, Rebekah?" He cut me off, still not looking down at me. My mouth slightly falls when he speaks those words at me.

"I don't know what has came over you, Weasley. But I am not some two cent whore that your just going to ignore after." I speak lowly with a sneer.

Looking around quickly, no one was paying attention to us and I'm happy because I would much rather avoid receiving surprised glances about us talking to each other. Even if they did see us, I'm sure that it looks like we're arguing.

"Rebekah," Ron's tone lets me know that he wasn't paying any mind to what I am saying. And that truthfully fueled my anger even more.
"I think were really past last name bases."

He teasingly continued, "In fact, I think that were well passed last name bases, Rebekah when we were snogg --"

"Shut your mouth right now!"

My balled up fist flew to the side of his arm, attempting to shut him up. He could not just say that we snogged, anyone could hear and it could get back to Zachariah. And If it gets back to Zack, no doubt it'll get back to my father.

His eyes finally snapped down to me, as he looked me up and down I started feeling a bit nervous and quickly looked away. I wanted to hit him again when I hear him chuckle. "So do you want me to shut my mouth or talk to you? Because I can't do both."

"Okay. I would like to know what's been up your ass for the last two weeks?" I sarcastically said with a glare on my face. While I speak, his blue eyes lingered down to my chest. "Hey, you ass, my eyes are up here!" I said, remembering that the top of my shirt was unbuttoned.

"Moons.... please tell me when was the last time that you helped guard the wing that we were both assigned too?" He shot back.

"That was something completely different, I can not even believe that you would compare those two things." My face twisted up as I said that, throwing both of my hands up in defense.
"I flake on guarding because I have something going on right now, your ignoring me because you just want to be an asshole and let me tell
you, you are definitely succeeding."