Okay, okay, I admit it. I fell for her. Hard. I just, well, didn't think it'd be good if I did. Liked her the moment I saw her - pretty little thing, all in pink, and oh wow.
Tobes keeps on wanting to know what's going on. I was away all afternoon with her
and Christ she doesn't kiss like a lady and then I came back grinning like an idiot and spent about an hour sitting on my bed with my guitar instead of studying. Tone's never sounded so sweet.
I'm dumb, I'm muggleborn, I'm me. Fucked if I know what she sees in me, right? But she kissed me, out in the snow, all warm and sweet. Would have had to have been Cedric not to kiss back. A saint. Saint Cedric, I don't know. I thought, okay, this might be bad and wrong but I don't care. Then, later, we were in front of the fire and I just looked into those big green eyes and thought... damn, Gardner, you're hers and gone and this is right.
Why did I have to wait 'till summer? Maybe if I beg, my Alexandra'll write her ol' Coop letters so that he doesn't pine away. She might like the begging. I'll be persuasive.
Of course I can't tell Tobes. He'll say, oh ho, when are you going to take her to the supply closet
and like I'd take her to the supply closet - it's all uncomfortable
I don't think her mum will mind. She's got a wicked-cool mum. But I have to go talk to that Richard Hartley guy and I feel like I have to go face her Da or her big brother or something. Geez.
Now Bourbon's climbing over my legs. Gerroff.