Antics

You were chewing a spoonful of Rice Krispies.

"Look at this," Oliver thrusted something in your face.

Your eyes went wide. Like melons. Big melons.

Cos on the cover of the magazine he shoved in your face was Oliver kissing you.

And in big bold letters, underneath it, it said,

"NEW IT COUPLE?"

Stupid Oliver.

You swallowed.

"You idiot!" you screamed at him.

"What?"

You looked inside. There was the most discusting article ever written.

It was all about how most fans of the Bats were outraged. It was a conflict and a distraction.

Some, on the other hand, thought it was sweet.

Most teenies were upset, but thought they made a cute couple.

Anyone not interested in quidditch thought they were the perfect couple.

What the hell?

*We're not even a couple!* you thought.

Oliver was laughing, you were fuming.

"Hi, I'm Chris, I'll be serving you today. Can I start you off with any drinks?"

"Oh my god. Are you Christina Applegate?" the teenage girl said.

"Yes." you replied, sheepishly. This is the fourth time today.

"No way. I'm Erin Bradford," the boy across from her, presumably her boyfriend, said, "I adore your team."

"I think it's great that you and Oliver hooked up!" the girl stated. "It's such a romantic story!"

"Thanks... er, is there anything I can get you?"

"An autograph?" the boy said.

"Sure."

"That's it, I quit." you fumed to the manager.

"What?" he screamed.

"I can't take it. I haven't served but maybe two tables today. People seriously refuse to have me wait on them."

"Why?"

"Ahem- 'You're Christina Applegate! Oh my! I know everything about you! Your bio in TeenWitch says your favorite color is red and your fav. ice cream is strawberry and blah blah blah stalk stalk stalk' Is that a good enough reason?"

"Oh. I see-- you have been bringing in a lot of customers."

"But most of them order something really light, as to not seem like a fat ass or something in front of me. I don't know. They all seem to think I'm a health freak."

"Well, you are rather skinny."

"That's not the point! I have to quit!"

"Well-- I guess-- this is good bye."

"Oh, stop with the dramatics. I'll stop in here all the time."

"Promise?" Kelly asked, coming up behind. "I was evesdropping."

"I promise, guys."

With one last look at the Cafe, you left. :(

Stupid magazine.

Which of course made for a horrible practice.

Everyone kept taunting you.

"Oliver and Chri-is sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G"

Or, your personal favorite,

"OLIVER and CHRISTINA, Sitting in a car, are they naked, yes they are,"

And guess what, that didn't bother Oliver at all!

He was laughing with them.

So finally, you decided to do something about it.

By "Something," you took the damn bludger and the damn bat and hit it towards Oliver...

Who fell off his broom.

It's not like it hurt.

He was only like, three feet off the ground.

"HA! How is little Oliver now?" you screamed, a bit maniacly.

Ah, well. It shut them up.

But after practice wasn't so good.

"Christina, I'd like to see you in my office."

'ooooh!'

"Fine." you grumbled, walking in and slamming the door.

"So, captain, you wanted to see me."

"Not pleased. Throwing a bloody bludger at me?"

"You heard them! They were mocking me!"

"Doesn't matter. You shouldn't have knocked me off my broom!"

"Erg! You're... infuriating!"

"I am?! At least I don't have anger problems."

"I do not have anger problems!"

"Obviously you do if you're blowing up about this!"

"You know what? I'm leaving!"

"Fine!" he screamed back. And that was final.

Oliver didn't show up to your appartment that night. If he did, you wouldn't have known, really. You had changed the locks. Stayed away from the fireplace.

You weren't speaking to Oliver Wood. Not anymore than you had to.

Ever.