Moping For a Reason

Pierre slumped down on a sofa, looking down at his shoes resolutely. He couldn't believe that Jake had told him that he liked Thomas. Thomas Celare. Celare! That egotistical idiot Slytherin! Instead of Pierre, he liked Celare! 'You're like my brother, and I love you like one.'.

Pierre dragged his hand over his eyes, getting rid of his tears. Jake was going to be happy with Thomas.

Hopefully Jake would realize that Pierre was meant for him.

Kyra walked in and saw her best friend moping, sitting on the couch, just looking at his shoes. Her brows furrowed in confusion; Iv never acted this way (well, there was one time, but his father had just died, so it was big) unless something huge and terrible happened.

She sat carefully next to him and put her arm around his shoulder. "Ivy," she whispered, "are you okay?" She hated seeing him like this; it killed her a little on the inside.

Pierre shrugged as Ki sat down next to him. "I'm fine. But I'm never, ever talking to Jacob again." he scowled, crossing his arms across his chest. "Or Celare. Or any Slytherin, for that matter." he added, shrugging Ki's arm off of his shoulder.

"But anyways, Jake is a lying bastard." Pierre decided, glaring at the bright yellow walls and furniture.

Kyra felt a pang of guilt as Iv said he never wanted to talk to Jacob or Tom. She'd been talking to Tom for a while; he was her friend. Ivy shrugged her arm off of his shoulder, and she raised her eyebrows.

"What'd he do? What'd Tom do?" she asked without thinking. She wondered whether or not Iv would be mad at her for using Tom's first name without any hatred. It was a bad thought.