"that should be me holding your hand."
|| justin beiber
Annelise
Today is the best day of my life. Louis finally kissed Makayla. Screw Grayson! He's a turd anyway!
Louis has been rotting in his bed ever since Monday, acting like he just murdered a child or his closest friend. This is the best thing Louis has ever freaking done and he's moping! Sometimes I wonder if he's supposed to be my brother.
Note from Louis: Excuse me?
I'm skipping happily down the hallway when I see Makayla standing near the wall with Grayson next to her. I nearly puke. She's still with that poser? What the flip!
I swear, blondes are too blind.
Note from Makayla: Prove your own point, I guess.
As she and I make eye contact, I give her a knowing smile and wink. The action immediately registers in her head as a panicked expression wipes her smile away. I giggle to myself as I skip away.
Am I evil for that? Absolutely. But do I care? No, of course I don't! Louis Lupin just kissed Makayla Malfoy after 16 years of pining after her! Do you know how much money I just won? A lot! That's why you bet with rich people like the Riddles—all three of them.
I skip to the Slytherin table, finding Jamie, Jordyn, and Mattheo and sitting with them, big smile nearly tearing my cheeks open.
"Oh, Lord have mercy," Jamie mutters under his breath, hiding his face with teh hand holding his head up as he realizes what I'm smiling about.
"What?" Mattheo asks, obviously oblivious.
"Well, looking at her expression, I'd say that you boys owe us money," Jordyn says with a smirk.
"They kissed?" Jamie asks. I nod. "NO—"
"You can't prevent true love, Jamie," I say with a playful tone on my tongue.
As I say that, Preston walks over, causing both Jamie and Mattheo's faces to fall. Weird.
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FanfictionMakayla Malfoy, daughter of Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy, is just a girl trying to get through her eight years of education at Hogwarts, until some crummy first years make that impossible. Now she must help them through their journey, so they don't do...
