`a little thinking time [FINN]

[Kianthra Elody Lestrange]

Just gonna stand there and watch me burn
Well that's alright because I love the way it hurts

The night was cool and crisp, bringing an icy chill sweeping across the grounds. Frost gathered in the patches of shade which the winter sun had failed to reach during the short daylight hours. Tiny ice crystals could be seen on the window panes throughout Hogwarts. Many students tended to gather around their cauldrons to garner what little heat they gave off in an attempt to warm their freezing cold hands.

Kianthra Lestrange had braved the cold in order to gather potions ingredients for her class the following day. Her bag was filled with aconite clippings as well as the occasional piece of knotweed which was proving particularly tricky to source. The professor had been particularly keen on them sourcing the ingredients themselves, which seemed like a pretty pointless idea to most of the students, seeing as though all of the items on the list were already been stored in the Potions store cupboard.

The last ingredient on the vist was Doxy venom, which Kianthra was currently in the middle of obtaining. She ran along the edge of the Forbidden Forest, her bag slung over one shoulder and a spray bottle filled with doxycide in her right hand. The beast in question was lurking just behind a tree near to the old gamekeeper's hut that had been abandoned since the Battle of Hogwarts. She crept closer, pausing every few seconds to ensure the Doxy did not nottice her approaching.

The Doxy was hovering just above the small crumbling windowsill of the hut, just asking to be sprayed. She took a final step closer, holding her breath, before spraying the creature with doxycide and knocking it out. She immediately set about extracting the venom safely, before chucking the Doxy into the nearest bush. As she pocketed the vial of precious venom, she looked up at the run down hut.

This hut, no longer used by staff or the majority of students, had become one of her haunts. Mainly due to the fact that she tended to meet up with a certain vampire here out of sight of prying eyes. She traced the cracks in the stone with her ring finger, smiling as little clouds of dust appeared. Not many people knew that a select group of students had fixed up the hut inside so it was actually quiet pleasant to sit in, mind you, it was probably best to keep it that way. After all, if too many people found out about it, its charm would be ruined.

She took a step towards the door, pondering whether she should spend just a few minutes in there to warm up a little before making the long trek back to the castle. It didn't take her long to decide. As she turned the heavy handle and pushed open the door, a wall of warm air rushed to greet her as well as something she had not been expecting. Someone else was already in there. And that someone was staring at her.

"Finn!"

She closed the door behind her, before slipping off her coat and hanging it on the back of the door.

Just gonna stand there and hear me cry
Well, that's alright because I love the way you lie

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[Finn Josiah Avery]

finn avery was quite possibly the worst person in the world to piss off. and today, he was perhaps more angry than he'd ever been in his entire life. he'd spent the day silently fuming, throwing at least ten kids up against the wall when they tried to backsass him during his head boy duty after dinner. he'd shelled out at least forty detentions, and counting. he'd actually whipped out his wand, pointed it at a sassy sixth year, and muttered the first syllable of the cruciatus curse before he'd gotten his head about him and stopped himself.

to say the least, he wasn't happy. and there was one reason for that. he'd recieved a note that morning from an anonymous source, regarding his girlfriend, kianthra lestrange. of course, finn wasn't stupid enough to believe anything that he read, but considering the note had something to do with a certain vampire, he wasn't about to throw such information out the door. he'd spent the morning investigating, torturing information out of valuable sources. he'd extracted that his girlfriend was indeed cheating on him, with a certain brendon keaton. apparently, the two liked to meet in hagrid's hut at night.

now, finn knew he shouldn't be angry. hell, they were in an open relationship. it wasn't like he didn't sleep with other people. but the problem for him was that it seemed like kianthra actually fancied the bloke. finn hardly gave the girls he fooled around with a second glance. but if kianthra actually liked this guy, well, then that wasn't alright with him. naturally, finn liked to pretend that he didn't give a f-ck about things like that. but really, he did. he cared about her, more than he ever let on, and he was rather posessive. she was his, and no one else should've been able to even lay a finger on her.

so that evening, he'd waited for her to depart from the castle, as he knew she would be going out that evening, searching for doxy venom. he followed her out the door, staying to the shadows and watching her. he wasn't really planning anything. all he wanted was to watch her, perhaps to convince himself that it was a good idea to confront her about this. maybe it was all just a misunderstanding. maybe he could fix this without completely blowing a gasket.

but then again, finn preferred the violent approach to things. he was destructive and dangerous by nature. he was really just trying to calm do. honestly, he'd never forgive himself if he accidentally hurt kianthra in the rage he was in. after following her for a bit, he strayed off course, making his way into hagrid's hut. he looked around for a bit, not being able to get the image of brendon and kianthra here together out of his head. it only made his blood boil all the more.

finally, he stopped looking around, leaning on the table, arms folded across his broad chest. and he waited. he could just see the light of the end of kianthra's wand out the window. he supposed he'd wait for her to return to the school, and then he'd get back himself. but then someone was coming into the hut. and oh f-cking god, there she was, standing in all her glory, the look of suprise on her face beautiful to him even now.

"kianthra." her name sounded like a sigh as he said it. he watched her for a moment, before the anger flooded back into him. his jaw set, his eyes almost turning blacker as he stared daggers at her. one of his eyebrows was raised. finn was someone who liked to play with his food before he ate it. and right now, he was so angry, he could hardly decipher his girlfriend from one of his usual victims.

he gave her a cold, pitiless smile, lacking all the warmth that was usually there when she was the one he was smiling at. he tilted his head a bit to the side, his voice dangerous, falsely friendly as he told her, "i heard the funniest thing today. the funniest f-cking thing." there was an anger in his voice that he knew she would recognize. he looked up at her, his eyes narrowing. "care to make a guess at what that was?"

[Kianthra Elody Lestrange]

Just gonna stand there and watch me burn
Well that's alright because I love the way it hurts

There he was.Her gorgeous and devilishly evil boyfriend. The one who held her heart but who also had the ability to bring her crashing down. Her heart skipped a beat as it always did whenever he walked into the room. He was the only one who could put up with her attention tantrums and general overreacting to certain things. Well, he had been the only one, up until Mr Keaton had waltzed in and quite literally swept her off her feet in the kitchens.

She had been sitting at one of the long tables, staring into an empty mug that had once contained hot chocolate, tear stains upon her face. The house elves had scattered, knowing to keep well clear in case she should kick one of them into touch. She had found her boyfriend in bed with another, which wasn't so surprising, but what hurt the most was the fact that it was one of her cloest friends, Nikita Snape. So she had retreated to the kitchens, hoping to hide out there until the guilty couple had woken up and gone their seperate ways.

Brendon had walked in and taken a seat next to her, asking what had upset her so. She had poured her heart out to him, everything she was feeling, worrying about, everything she was afraid of and he had pulled her into an icy embrace that had allayed her fears for just a short while. In a bid to get a smile upon her face, he had picked her up and spun her around like a doll, whispering promises of love, affection and loyalty.

She smiled, turning to face him as he said her name. But the look that greeted her was not one of love, or even happiness. She was very confused as to why he was glaring at her. Surely she hadn't done anything wrong by just walking into the hut, saying his name and hanging her coat on the back of the door. That look was one she had seen many a time, but never before had it been directed at her.

And there it was, the anger. He knows something...but what? What have I done wrong? I haven't actually done anything wrong. We're in an open relationship, he doesn't know about Brendon...wait, maybe that's it? No I can't assume that, I'll just have to see what he says. It could be anything, anything at all. Maybe it's something as stupid as someone calling him a name or something like that?

She shook her head slowly, meeting his gaze, "I don't know Finn. I'm not very good at guessing games." She spoke quietly, genuinely interested and scared at what he was about to say.

Just gonna stand there and hear me cry
Well, that's alright because I love the way you lie

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[Finn Josiah Avery]

there was something about kianthra that always made finn catch his breath. she was so goddamn pretty, even when caught off guard. and there was a shrewdness to the way she carried herself, but there was also a hint of unease. she might've pretended to be high and mighty and powerful, having all the answers. but finn knew otherwise. he knew she needed someone, that she wasn't indesctructible.

and he supposed he should've been more careful with her. he had the tendency to be rough with people, both physically and otherwise. there'd been times that he'd given her bruises accidentally, or lashed out verbally at her, something that caused her to become wary of her. he was a bristly person, someone you could easily rub the wrong way. and usually, he was fine with having people be scared of him.

but he knew now that he should've made the effort to treat kianthra differently. because she was different. she might have been a whiny little bitch sometimes, and completely and utterly weak at others, but he cared about her. he knew now that he should've protected her, should've been the person she could turn to, rather than the person she was turning from. perhaps then she wouldn't have taken a liking to that damn keaton boy.

finn angrily pushed the thought from his mind, focusing on her answer. his jaw tensed. god damn it, she could irritate the shit out of him sometimes. quite obviously she knew only something like this could make him upset. she knew he was protective of her, posessive even, and there wasn't a way in the world that he was about to let this past his radar. if she was sleeping with someone else? well, that didn't matter at all. but if she had feelings for brendon, that was where he needed to draw the line.

he raised his eyebrows at her, a look of anger on his face as he continued. "a little birdie told me you've been fraternizing with that keaton bastard," he paused. "that you fancy him." he waited for a moment, his face expressionless before he asked her the question that would decide the fate of their relationship. "is that true?"

[Kianthra Elody Lestrange]

Just gonna stand there and watch me burn
Well that's alright because I love the way it hurts

Even when irritated, he was still incredibly handsome, something she couldn't get out of her head. Finn Avery, the young man all the girls wanted, the one they screamed about for ages if he just kissed them, or even spared them one of his smiles. Her boyfriend.

She looked at his hair, wishing she had brought a comb with her. It wasn't that it needed a comb, no far from it. It just looked so, touseled, wavy and sexy. She slipped her bag off her shoulder before looking into his eyes. Tingles ran down her spine as he spoke, but alas these weren't good tingles, these were from anxiety and the unknown.

Oh god he knows. Who told him? They'll be sorry...whoever it was. I can't believe him knows...we kept it so secret, so so so secret. No one even saw us, no one ever saw us here, or going here together...so what the hell happened? Why does he know? Why?!

So somehow he had found out, and Kianthra had no idea what to do. She thought over his words, her hesistation becoming more apparent by the second. Do I fancy him? I...he's just an amazing guy, he doesn't leave me to spend the night with my best friend...as far as I know...he doesn't grab anything in a skirt, he cares for me. She bit her lip slightly out of habit, a drop of blood appearing.

She dug her fingernails into her palms, shuffling nervously on the spot, whilst staring at the floor. No words came to her. She couldn't deny it without him casting her aside for lying to him. There was only one choice, and that was to own up and face the music. But the silence was much more appealing than the thought of being alone. Still staring at the floor, she whispered, "yes I have been, right here, but I don't know the second answer...I don't know whether I do or not."

Just gonna stand there and hear me cry
Well, that's alright because I love the way you lie

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[Finn Josiah Avery]

there were times when kianthra, to him, seemed like an angel, when she could do no wrong, when everyone in the world paled in comparison to her. it was those times that scared him the most, because in all honesty, finn had never been that sort of guy. he was the one who constantly saw the negative, who picked apart people to find the dark in them, to utilize that for his own use. people had always been tools to him, tools to use for his own gain, to pour his emotions into, to get information from.

but with kianthra, it was none of the above. he just enjoyed being with her. he wanted to know her, to know every inch of her and every moment of her existence. there was a hunger in him to know every hair on her head and every grievance she'd ever gone through. and maybe that was why he distanced himself from her. the power that he had to wrap him around her finger scared the living daylights out of him. he rebelled against that feeling of closeness to her, because it was all he could do.

it was all he could do to push her away, to distance himself from the one thing that made him actually feel something. she brought out the good in him, and that was something he couldn't have. so he slept around, made sure it got back to her. he hurt her as a precautionary method, to try and make her run away from him, far far away. he knew she was too good for him, that he'd ruin her in a moment if he ever fully got a grasp on her. and he couldn't have that. he'd rather not have her, and know that there was someone out there that could've saved him from himself. it was better than having her and ruining her.

it was the constant problem that finn faced. he wanted her, but he knew he shouldn't, couldn't have her. and that just made him want her more. he wanted desperately to protect her, because he knew she was fragile. but to protect her, he needed to keep her at arm's length. there were parts of him he knew would twist her idea of him, would send her running. and he didn't think he could survive that.

and so from the beginning, he'd been trying to push her away. but now that she was starting to have to relinquish his hold on her, he realized he didn't think he could. he was in too deep, he cared about her too much. before, the news that she'd been spending time with brendon would've been a good thing. it would've meant that she was getting away from him. but now that it had happened, and he'd felt that desperate feeling of need inside of him, need to keep her, to hold on to her, to convince her he could do better, now he was angry that she'd gone and betrayed him.

to sum it up, finn was conflicted. terribly terribly conflicted. and he didn't do well when he was confused. it usually translated into anger. or remorse. and tonight, he was too tired to keep that anger back. he raised his hand, wiping the drop of blood off her lips with a swipe of his thumb, the rest of his hand cupping her face, lifting her chin so she was looking at him. his arm back over his chest a moment later. the gesture was more a force of habit than anything, and the look on his face was enough to tell her that he wasn't happy in the least.

"you have no idea how f-cking much i hoped you wouldn't say that," he told her, his voice soft, a hard edge of emotion on it. his dark eyes burned into hers, a sense of melancholy in his words. finally, he pushed past her roughly, slamming open the door of the hut and slipping out into the night. he prayed to god she wouldn't follow him. he'd left to protect her, so he wouldn't say something that he couldn't take back.

[Kianthra Elody Lestrange]

Just gonna stand there and watch me burn
Well that's alright because I love the way it hurts

The silence was what hurt the most, the fear of the unknown, the fear of the many reactions of her boyfriend. Which Finn would it be today? At his touch, she opened her eyes to meet his gaze, hoping for reassurance, for anything that would let her know that it was all going to be okay, but there was nothing, just those beetle black eyes. She had nothing to say, there was nothing to say in response to that. And then he shoved past her, and her world came tumbling down.

As the door slammed shut, she moved her hand slowly to rest on her left shoulder. It still burned from where he had just pushed past, but it wasn't that that hurt, it was her spirit. She stood completely still in that position, just concentrating on her breathing. Tears threatened to overflow, but she kept them at bay, digging her fingernails into her left palm even more so.

So I guess that's it. This is the end. I did all this, I ruined everything...we were fine before, the perfect couple, always smiling and laughing together, spending time together, and now...now it's over...and it's all my fault. She let her hand fall from her shoulder, letting it remain limply by her side. She stared at the opposite wall, at the small loveseat and two armchairs that had been moved in to make the place more homely. Everything in here brought back a memory of Brendon, of the times they had spent just talking, getting rid of worries one by one.

As she turned slowly, taking everything in that was within the small hut, she finally laid eyes on the door. The door that her boyfriend had just stormed out of. She had done her fair amount of storming out in her time, but that had been justified, this certainly wasn't the same. Replaying the image in her mind, her thought process changed, her hands clenching into fists, before screaming in frustration.

NO. IT'S NOT MY FAULT! It's not, it's not. This is one thing, one single thing and just a few kisses. That's it! I haven't slept with his best friends, or any of his acquaintances. I've remained faithful to him despite this being an open relationship. Why should he place all the blame on me? He's cheated so many times. Too numerous to count! IT'S NOT FAIR!

She stormed to the door, throwing it open, not even grabbing her coat from the back of the door. She ran out into the darkness, looking around for any sign of her boyfriend. And there it was, a tiny flicker from a wand light. She ran faster, picking up the pace, determined to tell him everything she was feeling. "THORFINN JOSIAH AVERY!" she yelled, "STOP!"

Just gonna stand there and hear me cry
Well, that's alright because I love the way you lie

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[Finn Josiah Avery]

he was so mad, there was a knife in his throat. had he had any less self-control, he would be sobbing right now. the tears wanted to come, but he wouldn't let them. fighting valiantly against, them, he clenched his hands over and over again, feeling his knuckles crack against themselves, his jaw clenching and unclenching, eyes spitting fire.

he prayed she wouldn't follow him. he was struggling enough as it was to resist going back there and spitting everything at her, all this frustration and hate. he knew it would come out somewhere in there, that he'd end up telling her, even without meaning to. he knew, somewhere in all the yelling, he'd spit out those three words, those ones that he knew would be the death of them. if she followed him, there was no way in the world that she wouldn't know by the end of tonight that he loved her, more than he could ever bear to say.

and finn hated himself for it. he hated himself for letting her get so close. he wasn't supposed to be attached to her. she was just supposed to be another girl that he could throw off to the side when he was done with her. she was supposed to be another face, one that wouldn't make his heart skip a beat, one that he could look at and not feel his heart ache.

he wished he could throw himself off the astronomy tower at the moment. he was just so bloody angry. not at her, at himself. but then again, he supposed it was a bit at her as well. she was the one who'd made him realize this. she was the one who had feeling for someone else. she was the one who'd gone off behind his back and stabbed him. at least he let her know when he was sleeping with someone. and at least he never had feelings for any of them.

when he heard her behind him, his heart dropped. even angry, that voice killed him. he closed his eyes for a moment, trying to gather his thoughts but failing. instead, he whipped around, stalking back up to her, towering over her dangerously, his eyes blazing. "oh no you don't, lestrange," he snarled back, mouth twisting. "you don't get to tell me what to f-cking do. not after everything you did. not after you tell me you have f-cking feelings for someone else." his voice was deathly quiet. he was slowly losing control of himself, but he had enough left to keep his voice relatively quiet, so as not to scare her.

he laughed, a cold, joyless laugh. "y'know, it's funny. after all those girls, i only ever had eyes for you. how much of a f-cking idiot was i?"

[Kianthra Elody Lestrange]

Just gonna stand there and watch me burn
Well that's alright because I love the way it hurts

He will listen, he has to listen, even if I have to pin him down, he is knwoing what's going on inside my head. Then he'll understand, he will, I just know it. At the moment he's mad because he doesn't know, it's the ignorance that is making him mad...I'm sure of it. Well, that and a few other things, but he has to understand. He has to know.

The fury and injustice ran through her, bringing a slight blush to her cheeks and causing her heart to beat ever so slightly faster. She felt so angry, upset, confused and rejected, an awful lot to be feeling at one time, which was why she needed to rant at him, let all of her feelings out and show him once and for all how much she cared for him, how much she needed him as well as how much of a bastard he could be at times. Then again, another part of her wanted to run back to the castle, to the slytherin girls dormatory, dive under her duvet and sob her heart out.

The second option did seem a damn slight more appealing than running through the grounds, on a freezing cold night, searching for a pissed of self proclaimed king of the death eaters. The thought of a hot chocolate, hot water bottle and a good cry would have been enough to turn weaker girls and send them running for the warmth. But Kianthra wasn't like them, she had inner strength, stubbornness if you will, audacity and in this case most probably a pinch of stupidity.

She kept running, desperate to catch up with him, until she stumbled to a stop. The light had made a swift about-turn and was now heading her way. Within seconds Finn's face loomed out of the darkness. His words only made her more determined to get her point across, so much that she prodded his chest. "Don't tell me what to do either, Finn. Pot calling the kettle black. I never said I had feelings for him, you just took what I said to mean that." She stared up at him, standing her ground.

"Everything I did? I only kissed the boy! You're the one with the guilty conscience here, not me. Unless you're saying that me kissing one boy is on a par with you sleeping with tens if not near hundreds of girls?" she paused, gathering her thoughts and shaking her head. "It's also funny, isn't it, how so many people have told me what a jerk you are, but I've stuck by you through thick and thin. And now you repay me with this reaction? How much of an idiot was I?"

Just gonna stand there and hear me cry
Well, that's alright because I love the way you lie

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[Finn Josiah Avery]

even now, she was beautiful to him, with her golden hair flying in the wind, her cheeks flushed from anger, eyes shooting daggers. not hot, not sexy. beautiful. finn shook his head. he really needed to get himself out of this mindset. he needed to get back up to the castle and forget about her. it was the only thing that was in any way good for him right now. she'd ruin everything about him that made him him. his standoffishness, his refusal to be attached.

but something was pulling him back. something was telling him that if he didn't fix this now, it'd never get fixed. and he didn't think he could forgive himself if she hated him. sure, he knew it was better for her, better for him too. he knew they would only self-desctruct as a couple, that he was poison to her just as she was to him. but a part of him didn't care. a part of him wanted her no matter what, no matter if she'd drive a knife through his heart.

he flicked her hand away, so tempted to slap her across the face. but he resisted, growling under his breath, his sharp jaw clenching. he waggled his finger at her, hands almost trembling with anger. "you said you didn't f-cking know. if you didn't have feelings for him then why the bloody hell would you say that?" he shouted at her, his self-control beginning to wane. this was evident by the crescendo in his voice, the way his eyes narrowed when he spoke. "oh no, you do have feelings for him. don't you dare insult my intelligence by lying to me, lestrange."

"it's not on par, it's f-cking worse," he snarled at her. "because all those times i f-cked other girls, it never meant anything. i don't care about them, they're nothing to me. but you snogging him? that means something; you fancy him. and that is so much f-cking worse." he couldn't help but give her a wicked smirk when she mentioned him being a jerk.

"lestrange, i'm the biggest asshole you will ever meet," he answered, clenching his hands. "you knew that when we started dating. hell, you knew it within the first few hours of knowing me. you made a choice to be with me, so don't go on like i've f-cking changed, because i haven't."

[Kianthra Elody Lestrange]

Just gonna stand there and watch me burn
Well that's alright because I love the way it hurts

Even when furious he was handsome. Most people would have turned and run as far away as they could had they seen the expression upon Finn's face. But that was something Kia could never do. She couldn't turn and run, even though her head was telling her to.

She was being torn apart by this young man. Her head wanted to forget all about him, move on, leave him by the wayside. Run as fast as she could back to the common room and into the safe embrace of Brendon Keaton. But then that was what had caused all this. Her feelings for Brendon had caused this, caused the hatred, the despair. A stronger person would probably have done that and most definitely a wiser person.

Her heart wanted to stay, to cling onto him and never let him go. She needed his reassurance that everything would be ok, just any little sign that things would get better. She needed him, as if a part of her would stop working if he walked away for good. She wanted to hold his hand, or even the tiniest bit of contact, just to settle her thoughts.

"If I was sure I would have said either way," she said firmly, glaring at him as he batted her hand away and then consequently, moving his waggling finger out of her face. "I'm not lying to you!" she shouted, frustrated at the lack of progress she was making in her efforts to convince him to stay. She looked up into his eyes, searching for the sparkle that was usually present, but it was nowhere to be found. The beetle black eyes held no solace for comfort.

"Oh, so that's how it is, is it? I'll just go and tell Lottie then that she means nothing to you and Nikita as well. How can you expect me to believe you when all you seem to do when I'm around is stare at their asses! Answer me that Finn.

[/color]" She fumed, poking him once again, this time in the ribs. She dug her fingernails into her palm once more, before shaking her head at him.

"Yes Avery the asshole, I've heard that chant so many times. I should have been leading the chorus the amount of times you've f-cked me over. I should have kept a tally chart of the amount of times I found you with someone else or taking someone else up to your room. Then you might have seen, or even experienced what I go through every single day. You have feelings for them Finn. Some, if not all." She stopped, her throat burning from all that shouting. She needed a restbite, something, anything, but a restbite wasn't going to win her the battle, it would do nothing except prove she was weak. She met his eyes once again.

"You're worse than Levan".

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Just gonna stand there and hear me cry
Well, that's alright because I love the way you lie

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[Finn Josiah Avery]

he wished so badly that he could just turn and walk away, that his heart would let him. his mind, of course, was screaming at him to walk away from her, to get as far away as possible so he didn't hurt her, or worse. after all, there was no telling what he'd do, especially when incited as he was at the moment.

something about kianthra just did that to him. he cared about her, more than he supposed he'd ever cared about anyone. but she made him so bloody mad, he could hardly stand it sometimes. more angry than anyone else ever dared to. and maybe that was because she knew he wouldn't, couldn't hurt her, even if she got on his last nerve.

he wanted so desperately to pull her into his arms right now. she looked so cold, so lost, so bloody beautiful. but he knew he couldn't. he knew she'd push him away, that she'd slap him, jinx him for being such a terrible terrible person. he wished he could make her see how he felt about her, but he knew that was akin to suicide.

finn rolled his eyes. "yeah, they're my friends. but i don't bloody fancy them. i don't meet up with them in secret and giggle and flirt, like the bull shit you do wth keaton. it's just sex, and nothing else." he knew, to her that might sound weird. to most people, sex was quite possibly the most intimate you could get. but for finn, it wasn't like that. for him, it was romance when you held hands and danced and flirted. and he wished he could do that with kianthra, but he knew it'd only make him fall in love with her, and he couldn't have that.

and maybe that was why sex was all he did. if he didn't bother with the romance, then that meant he wouldn't get attached, he wouldn't fall in love with any of them. nikita, lottie, kat, all the others, they didn't mean anything to him past friendship. but kianthra, she meant something. and he'd just f-cked it all up.

"and how the hell have i f-cked you over?" he asked, almost scoffing at her words. "we agreed when we started this that we'd be open to messing around with other people. i can f-ck whoever i want. so can you. but that doesn't mean you can go fancy some stuck-up foreign asshole who doesn't deserve shit. i don't fancy any of the girls i sleep with, so neither can you."

finn laughed a cold-hearted laugh. "if i had feelings for any of them, then why the f-ck would i still be with you?" he asked, raising his eyebrows. after all, finn avery could have whomever he wanted in the entire school. if he'd fancied someone else, he could've dumped kianthra on her ass and chased after them. but that was just the thing, he didn't. and he didn't think he ever would.

finn's anger spiked at her last comment. "worse than the douchebag who hit you?" he asked, a detached tone in his voice. "fat f-cking chance, lestrange."

[Kianthra Elody Lestrange]

Just gonna stand there and watch me burn
Well that's alright because I love the way it hurts

The few words she had at her disposal were caught at the back of her throat, next to that awkward lump everyone seemed to get when they were about to burst into floods of tears. She bit her tongue, trying to focus her thoughts away from the impending tears, thinking of anything and everything that would stop the flood.

She stared at the ground, shaking her head, angry at his words. "Don't meet up with them in secret? That's bullsh-t Finn and you know it," she spoke frostily, meeting his gaze once again and glaring at him. "You pushed me into his arms, you and your stupid antics and inability to keep your hands off anything in a skirt.

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She turned her back on him, taking a few steps away and pausing, tapping her leg with her index finger. She had every intention of walking away, coming to find him the next morning to sort this whole mess out, but she knew it wouldn't be that easy. This had to be sorted now, before he found someone better than her and left her by the wayside. Kia turned on her heels and marched up to him, stopping just a couple of centimetres away from him.

"I think a better question would be, how haven't you f-cked me over? Agreed to messing around with other people? You wanted that, not me, I just settled for it because I knew that was the only chance I'd ever get. Let's turn this whole thing back on you then, shall we? I don't sleep with any random guys that walk past me, so neither should you. See how stupid that is? And his name is Brendon. He actually cares about my feelings. I needed someone to talk to. Can you even begin to imagine how I feel? He was just there for me, when you as my boyfriend, most definitely weren't, in fact, you were off f-cking my best friend. It's like a friends with benefits thing, to put it in your simple terms.[/color]"

She stared up at him, catching her breath after the long and rather pacey rant. Then there it was. The intoxicating smell of Finn Avery. Within seconds a flood of memories returned to her, a fleeting glance, a rare smile, them torturing little third years together, but then there was nothing. And then a thought struck her, she thought through all the past relationships she had had, every single one of them she could remember sitting on the sofa, in front of a roaring fire, holding hands with the boy in question, but with Finn, there was no memory.

At his next words she just stared at him, her face blank. Why is he with me then? There's loads of girls who are prettier than me, although I'd never admit that outloud... After a brief pause she spoke, "because you don't care for me. You've never held my hand. You're just using me like he did. But you, can destroy me with a couple of words. Why the f-ck would I still be with you? You make me feel insignificant, like I'm some dirt on your shoe". She paused, biting her tongue once more but to no avail. As a single solitary tear rolled down her cheek, she whispered,

"And that's why you're worse than Levan"

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Just gonna stand there and hear me cry
Well, that's alright because I love the way you lie

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[Finn Josiah Avery]

his fingernails were digging into his palm, practically drawing blood. his jaw was clenched so tight, he knew it'd be sore in the morning. but she just made him so bloody mad. and he was trying his best not to lash out at her right now. that'd only make things so much worse. and besides, even if finn could be the definition of an ass sometimes, he wouldn't hit her, or any other girl for that matter.

"but you know i'm with them," he answered, his voice losing its anger. there was something about seeing her so close to tears that was slowly dissolving his anger. "why didn't you just tell me about him, kia? if you fancy him, then go after him. i'm not gonna stop you if that's what you really want." so finn was being nice for once in his life. he didn't know why or what the hell he was hoping to get out of it, but he couldn't stand yelling at her anymore. jesus, he needed to stop hurting her.

but at her next string of comments, he was back to being angry at her. "yeah, you settled for it, so don't you dare be pissed about it now. it's not my fault that you didn't like our arrangement. how the hell was i supposed to know? i'm not a f-cking mind reader." he bit his tongue, trying to force himself to calm down. finn knew how on edge he was right now, and one false move could send kia running as far away from him as she could. "i'm sorry i wasn't there for you," he finally said, his voice low, his black eyes locking with hers. "but why couldn't you talk to me? why am i not f-cking good enough for you?"

and maybe that's what it was. maybe she didn't think he wanted to hear about her problems. maybe she didn't think he wanted to listen when she talked. but he did. he wanted her to trust him enough to spill her secrets to him, to be able to talk to him about anything. but finn knew that she never would. he was too much of a f-ck up, and she was far too good for him. maybe it'd be better to just let her go now; he was getting far too attached to her anyways, even when he knew they'd never work out.

in that moment when she paused, looking up at him, all he could do was stare back, clenching his jaw to try to keep himself from kissing her righ then and there. his stomach was doing somersaults, he was so nervous. he knew that now might be the last time he'd ever see her so close. if tonight was the last night he could be around her without her staring daggers at him, he knew he'd want to commit her to memory. every line in her face, every fleck in her eyes, everything.

and when she finally started to cry, he couldn't help himself anymore. he grabbed her face in his hands, wiping the tear away with his thumb. "kia, i'm sorry," he told her. but this time, there was a tone in his voice that he doubted he'd ever let anyone hear. he sounded broken, as though he himself were on the verge of tears. "of course, i care about you. more than i probably should. and i know i'm not like keaton or any other guy. if you'd rather have one of them, then i think i could survive letting you go." he paused. "but, i'll do better. i'll be better. if that's what it's gonna take to keep you, then i'll do it."

[Kianthra Elody Lestrange]

Just gonna stand there and watch me burn
Well that's alright because I love the way it hurts

She had never felt more alone in her entire life. Even though she wasn't technically alone, she felt it. She felt cheated, cheated out of a perfect relationship by a combination of two egos battling against each other. As she looked up at him now, she still felt isolated. He was within touching distance but still it was as if there was a forcefield keeping them apart.

Her heart sank as the rant continued, the brief respite of kindness gone but not forgotten. Her thought wandered to that of her cousins, how they all had someone they could share their secrets, dreams and fears with. Even Zane had found someone. But she, the only girl, had failed. At first she had put it down to her genes, following in the footsteps of previous Lestrange women, marrying for power and connections rather than love. But this wasn't even marraige and she had ruined it. Now it had begun to dawn on her that she might have driven them away, by being bitchy, desperate and her fear of being alone.

I really know how to pick them, don't I? First Zagen, the boy she was sure she would end up marrying one day. The boy who had turned out to be a violent almost psychotic vampire. She had driven him away, by saying she couldn't forgive him for what he had done. Maybe if she had, things would have been different. It might have been her with a wedding ring on her finger rather than Nicola Kirke.

The second was a quick fling with James Potter, no feelings involved at all. It was all a ploy to get information and it had worked, just not as successfully as she had hoped. Kia liked to think that she had influenced James to side with Zagen against her brother, when in actual fact she had very little to do with it.

And the third, Brendon Keaton. Well there wasn't much to say or think about him. He was a gentleman, like Finn, but unlike Finn, he actually listened to her, made time for her, let her know that he really cared about her. And he definitely didn't go off sleeping with her best friends, as far as she knew anyway. He was the obvious choice, but she couldn't bring herself to let go of everything she had with Finn.

She was at a complete loss as to what to say. She had run out of words, unsure whether to keep fighting or just slip away and become another one of Avery's girls. So many things to say, but she couldn't bring herself to do it, scared that one word would send her into floods of tears and that he would walk away from her forever. She wanted to cling onto him, anything that would remind her of him if this really was the end.

She listened to his words, feeling a large weight lift from her shoulders as he admitted he cared. He brought her back into the real world, of feelings, fears and dreams. The floodgates opened. She felt silly crying like this in front of him, it showed weakness, but she had nothing left. "I don't think I could survive letting you go"

Just gonna stand there and hear me cry
Well, that's alright because I love the way you lie

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