𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐌𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 (OC x OC) - Full Series

[006] CHAPTER 9 - is it over now?

"if she's got blue eyes, i will surmise that you'll probably date her."  
|| taylor swift

Makayla

Two important things happened today. First, Professor Slughorn invited me and a few classmates to his 'Slugclub.' Secondly, I got to know Penelope a little more at lunch. She learned more about me than I learned about her, but it was still enjoyable to talk to her.

Penelope reminds me of Annie a whole lot. As we talked, I tried to learn what her last name was, but she wouldn't budge. That's something I admire about the child—she stands her ground.

She doesn't know who her mother is, but her father is, apparently, a powerful man, so I assume that she's from a Noble Family. However, when I asked, she didn't even know what a Noble Family is. I nearly laughed when she told me.

Today is December 20, 1997. I was invited to Slugclub seven days ago. Today is the Slugclub Christmas party. Only people in Slugclub and plus ones are allowed to go. It feels like V.I.P. I love V.I.P.

I stare in the mirror in my red dress that is strapped off both shoulders and lined with white fur. The dress reaches my midthigh and my makeup is coordinated with the main color of the dress. Normally, Jordyn would help me prepare for events like these, but now she's dead. She'll never assist me again. She can't anymore.

I pull the green headband out of my hair and tie only partial bits of my hair back with a red bow. I almost smile as I look at myself. Today is the last day before Christmas break, I'm going to make the most of it.

Quickly, I pull on black boots, rushing out the door as I realize what time it is. I'm almost late!

As I rush through the halls, I'm met with Draco. I don't ask any questions until he asks, "Where're you off to?"

"Christmas party, you?" I respond.

"Room of Requirement."

"Ah... Don't get caught and do be careful."

"Haven't been caught yet."

"That could change overnight, brother," I explain as we reach the party.

"Enjoy the party, sister," he sighs.

"Don't get—"

"I won't," he says, interrupting me. "Go have fun before tomorrow."

"If you get caught, I'll—"

"Kill me?" he laughs. "I'll take my chances, Makayla."

I roll my eyes and walk into the party just as the clock hits 8PM. My ears are immediately greeted with the sound of chatter and Christmas music.

"Look who decided to turn up?" a girl's voice emerges from behind me. When I turn around, I'm met with Mia Lovegood's annoying face. She can tell that I'm not entirely thrilled to see her as she asks, "Why the long face, Maky?"

"Shut the—"

"Girls!" Grayson exclaims as he walks over to us, slinging his arms around each of our shoulders. "It's great to finally see you two!"

Mia smiles and seductively fiddles with his fingers that dangle off her shoulder as she says, "It's great to see you, too, Grayson..."

My mood turns sour as Grayson does absolutely nothing. That love potion shouldn't be able to fade yet... It hasn't even been a month and he's reverting to his old attitude. Right before Christmas too...

I decide to ignore it and walk off to the drink bar, meeting Louis. At the sight of me, he decides to pour me a drink before I get the chance to.

"You look like you need it," he says awkwardly.

"Whiskey?" I ask as I sniff the rim of the cup.

"Your favorite."

"This is why I love you," I murmur as I take a sip. I notice a small smile growing on his lips as I say that.

Louis

As the night lingers longer and longer, I notice Makayla drinking more than needed. Draco getting caught trying to sneak into some room doesn't help with the issue. The moment that Filch addressed the issue to Slughorn, she started taking shots like crazy. I'm going to kill Blaise for teaching her how to turn punch into alcohol.

Later on into the night, I go to turn to Makayla, but only find that she's disappeared into the crowd. Sighing, I go to the bar, where I expect her to be. When I reach the bar, all I find is Preston Malfoy. Great, he's here. I also notice who he's standing with: Grayson. Kill me.

Ignoring them, I walk up to the counter. I figure that Annie and Makayla are going to get drunk, so, to the bartender, I ask, "Can I get two waters?"

He nods and walks off to get the waters in the corner of my eye, I see Grayson and Preston look over at me.

Preston has always been a prick, but Grayson used to be nice. When he started liking Makayla in fifth year, he stopped being nice when she wasn't in the room. He takes advantage of her.

"Oh Lupin!" Grayson calls out drunkenly. "Hey man!"

"Yeah hi," I say monotonically.

"What's the matter, Louis?" Preston asks.

Rolling my eyes, I turn to the two of them and say, "I don't know, maybe the fact that you're manipulating my sister and Grayson makes Makayla think he loves her when he's really just using her to get to me and gain popularity."

"Oh yeah?" Grayson shouts over the music. "What will you do about it? She loves me and you can't change that!"

I say nothing. He's right. I can't change that. There's nothing I can do to change that.

I get snapped out of my thoughts when a girl—Mia Lovegood—walks up to Grayson and kisses him. What I, unfortunately, expect happens and he kisses back.

I don't know why (I actually do know why, but I won't elaborate), but I feel anger build in my chest, making my blood boil.

"What the actual hell?" I hear Makayla shout, standing amongst the crowd surrounding Grayson and Mia. When I get a look at her face, I can tell she wants to cry, but covers it up with the anger in her eyes. But no matter how much she tries to hide it, there's still tears bleeding through the mask.

Grayson looks over at her and his eyes widen in shock. "Shoot... Makayla, she came onto me!"

"Bullshit!" her voice cracks as he shouts at him. I want to kill him. I'm going to kill him. "You're fake just like everyone else! I hate you!"

That's when Grayson loses his patience, quits the act, and screams, "Y'KNOW WHAT? I HATE YOU, TOO! YOU'RE SELFISH AND A WHORE! NO WONDER YOUR FATHER HATES YOU AND MAKES YOU LOSE EVERYONE YOU LOVE!" He pauses and laughs. "Hell, I never even loved you in the first place!"

On every word he yells out, the room grows quieter. On every word he shouts at her, she flinches. He made her flinch.

That's when my fist collides with his cheek.