Stuart Twombly
"I stay up late, and I talk to the moon
And I can't stop telling him all about you
Wonder if you do the same thing I do
These four white walls they know more than my friends
They watch me type messages I'll never send
This is the plac...
When it came time for the next task a few days had passed. Days where Stuart and Emily both questioned what to do about what how they felt. About what they wanted- no, needed, from each other. The rest of the team could practically smell the tension off the two, and they wondered what happened, but none of them dared to ask.
When the day popped up it was clear that this task was going to be more different than they thought. Because this one, was a sport. Quidditch from Harry Potter.
Team Lyle were all in mismatched clothes, whereas Graham's team, who they were up against, all had matching outfits on. Team Lyle would be representing hufflepuff, which suited them quite well as a team.
"Really?" Stuart asked, looking at the words on Emily's shirt.
"Yep." She nodded with a bright smile. "It's how I run."
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"Who's hot and whose creepy?" Neha asked, amused.
"A lot of people, Neha. A lot of people." She said vaguely, her eyes landing on Stuarts who was burning a whole onto her head, before they both quickly looked away.
"Right..." Lyle said, looking between the two.
"What does this have to do with anything?" Nick asked no one in particular, they hadn't gone onto the field yet and they were waiting behind to go on. He looked at his red broomstick with confusion, and then shrugged.
"I have no clue." Emily shrugged also, putting her broomstick on the floor so she could pull her hair into a ponytail. She preferred having her hair down, running her fingers through it, she thought she looked prettier that way too. But when it came to working out she always thought having it up was better, it made her feel less hot.
Stuart thought otherwise, he thought that Emily looked beautiful with her hair up, and he could see her whole face when she wore it like that. He didn't know why the thought crossed his mind, he almost slapped himself for thinking that. He couldn't like Emily, not at all, they were just a one time sex thing. But if that were true why did he keep thinking about last week.
"Em, what's that?" Neha asked, pointing at a spot on the back of Emily's shoulder.
"What?" She asked, frowning , trying to turn to look.
"Looks like a hickey. Or a really weird shaped bruise." Billy added in, looking at it.
"I burnt myself with my hair straightener the other day." Emily shrugged, lying easily. She didn't know that was there. Mostly because she always either had her hair down and it covered it, or because she wore a jacket or a long sleeve shirt.
"Really? Hair straightener?" Stuart asked, an amused look on his face.
"Yes. It happens more than you'd think. I over heat my hair sometimes, and sometimes I get a bit too close to my skin when going down, it's not a big deal." She said with a shrug.
