Jealousy

                                    

                                          
Ivy:

                          
Over the next week, I ignored Oliver, trying to extinguish any of the feelings I had for him by distancing myself. Ivy Caddell doesn't get jealous, or so I had convinced myself. It was such a horrible idea to have a crush on my rival, especially when there were plenty of girls who liked him. I couldn't believe I'd even let it get this far in the first place.
                          
Rather than practicing with Oliver (as I probably would've wanted to) on Saturday, Meghan, Alyssa, and I spent the majority of our time in the library, studying for our upcoming tests. 
                          
"I don't understand why we need to know this," Meghan complained as she was reading her charms textbook. "Listen to this, 'The horn-growing hex causes a victim to grow horns or antlers out of their head. The charm can be used for festivities and amusement, or in a duel.' Can one of you please tell me when I'm going to use this?" I just scoffed, my attention focused on someone else. Oliver was sitting with a couple of his friends a few tables away from us when I noticed Emily Crane come up to him. Oh God what does she want? To my unfortunate surprise, I overheard her asking him out on a date. Oliver looked uncomfortable and he obviously declined because the girl turned away with watery eyes. "You okay Iv?"
                          
"Huh?" I turned my attention back to my friends, "Yeah." We kept talking but a part of me was curious as to why Oliver declined. After seeing them together, I really thought he had liked her. Maybe I shouldn't have been that mean. Oh well. 
                          
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"Hey Diggory, doing alright?" I asked Cedric on an early Wednesday morning as he walked onto the pitch. I have gotten up a few hours early before my first class to fly around and it appeared I wasn't the only one with that idea.
                          
"Just enjoying this fine morning." He grinned and kicked up to meet me in middair. "Hey so I never got the chance to tell you, but I'm sorry about Davies by the way."
                          
"Yeah it's whatever." I shrugged while hovering on my broom. 
                          
"He feels awful, trying to think of a way to apologize." Just as I was about to respond, the door opened again and I looked over to see Oliver walking onto the field. 
                          
"I was just about to leave the pitch is all yours," I told Cedric.
                          
"Great, thanks, Ivy," he smiled and I flew down to the grass to leave. Oliver was glaring and I glared back at him. We hadn't said anything to each other since my little outburst a few days ago. 
                          
I walked past him with a stony look on my face, heading in the direction of the locker room. As I walked past him, he put a hand on my shoulder and stopped me.
                          
"Were you out with Diggory?" He asked, raising his eyebrows.
                          
"Get your hand off me." I said cooly, looking him straight in the eye. 
                          
"Oh sorry," He said apologetically, quickly taking his hand off my shoulder. 
                          
"It's fine," I rolled my eyes. I was about to keep walking when he said something else.
                          
"You didn't answer my question though, were you flying with him?" 
                          
"No of course not," I scoffed "He just got here. Not like I was flying with Emily Crane or anything," I sneered and he gave me a quizzical look.
                          
"I didn't exactly want to fly with-" he started, "You know, what does it matter to you anyway?" He said rather than completing the first thought.
                          
"It doesn't," I scoffed. He walked out towards the field without saying anything else. Everything about the interaction made me feel uneasy but I tried to ignore it and move on. I knew I was jealous of Emily a week ago but was he jealous now too? I doubted it. He had no reason to like me after I'd been nothing but mean to him. 
                          
Unfortunately, that encounter was not my only strange interaction with Oliver. In Defense Against the Dark Arts that afternoon, I was sitting next to Marcus at our usual table when Quirrel walked in. 
                          
"Good a-afternoon class, I've decided I'm g-going to push your q-quiz until next week," Quirrell remarked as he walked through the door. We all cheered. 
                          
"Thank God." Marcus whooped, pulling me into a big bear hug and placing a dramatic kiss on my forehead. 
                          
"Get off of me before I give you a black eye."
                          
"C'mon you know you love it," He teased but let go of me quickly. Marcus knew I wasn't a fan of physical contact, he just loved embarrassing me. The Slytherins were laughing at our interaction and I cracked a smile. My expression, however, quickly vanished when I looked over and was surprised to see Oliver glaring at me again. So much for ignoring each other.
                          
At the end of class as we were leaving, I ran up next to him in the hallway.
                          
"What the fuck is your problem, Wood?" I asked.
                          
"My problem?" He shot back in the same tone, "Last I checked you were the one with a problem," He scoffed.
                          
"You were glaring at me that entire class," I shot back.
                          
"Oh yeah, that doesn't feel to good now does it?" He angrily said. "When you go from being friends with someone to having them act like a..." he trailed his sentence off. 
                          
"Like a what? Like a bitch?" I glared. 
                          
"You said it, not me."
                          
"I hate you," I said decidedly. 
                          
"Well good, now we're back to square one again," He remarked sarcastically before turning to one of his friends to ignore me. 
                          
"Fuck you, Wood," I scoffed, feeling hurt. I fell back to walk with Marcus. "I don't understand."
                          
"Look I know you haven't had a crush in awhile, but typically you don't yell at who you fancy and tell them to fuck off," he smirked. 
                          
"Why does everyone think I like him?" I groaned in frustration.
                          
"So you don't?" Marcus asked skeptically. 
                          
"No," I lied a bit too cooly. 
                          
"Then why do you care so much about how he views you?" Flint raised an eyebrow.
                          
"I don't care, I just don't understand," I muttered. 
                          
Truthfully though, I did care.