𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐌𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 (OC x OC) - Full Series

[002] Chapter 11

Makayla

Great. Now everyone thinks either me or Harry are the heir of Slytherin. I mean, it'd make sense if it were me. I am a Slytherin. Meanwhile, Potter is a Gryffindor and his guts are hated by every Slytherin. At least every Slytherin except for Jordyn, Louis, Blaise, and I.
I walk down the halls and into the Great Hall, alone, and am greeted with Jordyn's loud mouth, screaming, "YOU'RE A PARSELTONGUE? AND YOU DIDN'T TELL ME?"

"Great Merlin," I mutter under my breath as she stomps over to me and grips my hair, pulling me to the table. "Ow... Ow... Ow! Ow, ow! OW!"

"How long have you known?" She sits me on the bench, then sits next to me.

I glare at her as I adjust my posture. Annelise and Louis are awaiting the answer.

Rolling my eyes, I respond, "I found out today. Merlin, everyone is being annoying about it, aren't they?"

"Makayla!" Annelise whispers sternly, "This is serious!"

"And I'm taking it very seriously," I say, sticking a piece of my porkchop into my mouth, then covering my mouth as I continue to speak, "by not caring at all."

"Everyone thinks you're the heir of Slytherin!" Louis rolls his eyes at my sarcasm.

"Everyone thinks that Potter is too, I'm not special."

"For once, you know."

Everyone around us softly starts to laugh and I roll my eyes, "That was pathetic."

Then I continue to eat my food. What a rollercoaster of a day, am I right?

I walk into Potions class and all eyes are on me. Usually, I enjoy being the center of attention, but this is getting annoying. Can't they pay attention to Draco? Or Blaise? Or Theodore Nott? Or Kai for Merlin's sake? Like, come on. I'm not the heir of Slytherin. I would know if I was. If–and only if–I was the heir of Slytherin, I would actually be the favorite child. Let me tell you something, I am positively not.

Most people look at me and think that I get everything I am from my name and parents, but that is absolutely not true. I get everything I am from myself. Unlike Draco, I actually had to work to get where I am. There's a reason why Draco is a dumbass and I am not.

Meanwhile, there are my other siblings, Kai, Chase, Kirsten, and Nora, who also, mainly, get their shit from father–and only father. Father is the one who spoils the shit out of them all and leaves me with nothing. He also rents out vacations for Christmas and just so happens to always be one bed short every time. Coincidence? I think not.

Thank Merlin I'm starting to become friends with more people who are staying at Hogwarts for the holidays. For example, I'm finally befriending Annelise and Louis to the point that I can tolerate them while I'm in the same room as them. Annelise is easier to tolerate, Louis not so much. He continues to be annoying, but is getting less good at it.

I notice all the seats near my old friends are full and sigh to myself. Great. Now everyone's talking to me and nobody wants to be friends with me. At least that's what I think before I hear Louis' loudmouth call out to me, "Malfoy!"

I look over to see him waving me over. He has a seat next to him, and Blaise, it's empty. Ew, he's being nice. I can't bear it, but I'll have to deal with it for today if I choose to sit with him. Though, I have no choice whether I do or not today.

When I sit in between Blaise and Louis, I'm flabbergasted by Blaise's excitement in his voice, "Hey, Kayla!" Kayla. He loves to call me that. He likes to shorten everyone's names. He and Louis call Annelise, Annie. He calls me Kayla, and he calls Louis LouLou. It's only funny when he shortens Louis' name because of how stupid it sounds. Blaise definitely did it on purpose, though. Why call him LouLou when you can call him Lou? It was not an accident, and the name has always come to haunt LouLo–Louis.

When we don't take him seriously, the only name we call him is LouLou. He has gotten quite annoyed by it, but we have not.

"Hi, Blaise," I sigh.

"Enjoying all this attention, huh?"

"Nope," I say, pretending that I have the same enthusiasm as him.

"Really?" Louis asks. "Seeing how popular you are, I'd think that you'd like to be given the attention."

Technically, he is correct. I do like the attention when it isn't overwhelming. I think that's what everyone wants. Like, who doesn't want attention?

Most people say that middle children are the ones that get the least amount of attention. For me, that's far from the truth. Chase and Kirsten are the middle kids and get the same amount of attention that Nora, Kai, and Draco receive. On my part, though, I am lucky if I even get a cardboard box the size of a mouse trap under the tree on Christmas morning. I don't know why my father has some sort of resentment towards me. Maybe it was something I did. Either way, he doesn't really do a good job at telling me what it is that I supposedly did.

I'm only popular because father doesn't give me the type of attention that being popular gives you. He doesn't give every moment of his life towards me, his first child, his first daughter.

I used to be the favorite. The keyword here is used to.

Father stopped caring about me once Kai was born. When Kirsten was born, I expected to be the same for him. No. Kai continued to be treated fairly. All in the meanwhile, I am in my bedroom, eating an old moldy bagel because that's all I could get for dinner.

That must be a reason why I'm so judgy all the time. I'm left in the dark so much that I just observe the world around me in that darkness, and the world is so easy to be judged.

"Makayla?"

Louis snaps me out of my thoughts. Shit, I didn't hear him. Merlin, I'm being bloody pathetic today.