Aynie

I almost dropped my 1,000 pound books (exaggerated of course) from running on the hallway, passing and colliding with countless of students who are also dying to get back home. I'm currently carrying 5 books in my hands (NOT EXAGERRATED), struggling to balance them without tripping on my feet which would be extremely embarrassing. I'm running late for Grandmere's dinner date with my lovely husband and she would totally remember it for at least 6 months. It's already 6:30 and I should be home at 6. I'm 30 freakin' minutes late. But wait, that's not the worst part.

I DON'T HAVE A CAR.

Well, technically not mine but there is no one to pick me up. How amazing. So I have to take a CAB which will cost me a fortune.

"Oops! Sorry!" Bump. "Coming through!" Bump. "ARGH!" Bump.

Then my worst fears came true. Great. I thought.

"Oh sorry miss!" A familiar masculine voice said as he bent down to gather my books. When he looked up, I saw a familiar pair of mesmerizing eyes look at me along with a wide grin on his face.

"I was worried for a second but meh, it's just you." He teased and I felt my face burn up. He handed me my books and his hands brushed against mine. I felt sparks. Nah just kidding.

"Ohmyflippin dolphinsIgottago!ByeOliver!" I said very fast without even breathing. I heard him chuckle and felt his warm hands hold my wrist.

"Where are you going anyway? Maybe I could take you there?" He kindly offered and I am suddenly thankful that I bumped into him.

"OMYPANCAKES PLEASE DO. LET’S GO." I kind of exclaimed and DRAGGED him towards the parking, to HIS car. I heard him laugh quietly and I could imagine him shaking his head.

"To my house please." I told him and he responded with the roaring sound of his car. He pressed the gas and I felt like it was about to run with great speed that it could pull my hair out. I mean, he's driving a FREAKIN' SPORTS CAR. The fast and Furious type of car.

"Cool car" I said and he smiled.

"You want one?" he asked with seriousness in his voice and I decided to just go with it.

“Yeah sure. Make sure you give me a red one. A smoking red one that is” I answered. I’ve been yearning for a car of my own since Frederico (Grandmere’s bodyguard) taught me how to drive.

"Just give me a month and I'll personally hand them to you." I looked at him with wide eyes. He’s joking right?

"I'm serious"

"Uh... I was just kidding..."

"I'm not."

THERE is no way I'm going to let him buy me a car! I mean, that's just plain crazy! We've only known each other for what, a week?

"Just ask Aynie. I'll give you everything." He told me, but in a quiet voice that only he could hear. Well, I heard it. We were quiet for a while then I found myself on the curb to "my" house. I removed my seat belt and got out of the car, thanking him. He gave me a big wave and sped off. I clutched my books tightly on my chest and sped off like light.

What Oliver said bothered me a little. I mean, who in the right mind would offer to buy you are flipping car after just a week of knowing each other?

I finally arrived a minute later on the front door. When I was about to hold the knob, it was yanked opened by a fuming Harry.

"You're 45 minutes late Aynie!" he exclaimed and I rolled my eyes.

"I did extra work Harry!"

"Yeah! Extra work with that Oliver guy?!" he said with sarcasm dripping in every word.

"I don't owe you an explanation Harry. Since when did you care?" I asked bitterly. Never did he once care when I go home late at night.

"I'm your husband Aynie!"

"Husband? Yeah right! A real husband would pick me up from school! No text, or call to as why I am running late! You know that there is no one to pick us up because you brought your own car!"

"I-" I interrupted him and said something I should've have said.

"If you picked me up, then I shouldn’t have asked Oliver to bring me home!" I shouted at him, but when I realized what I just said, I covered my mouth with my hands. That wasn't supposed to come out. The last part isn't meant to be shouted at least. The big idiot award goes to... AYNIE! Stupid mouth.

"Tsk. I knew it! I knew it! Well Aynie, since you don't care about our family, why don't you date him too?!"

"Maybe I would!" slow clap to you Aynie. HOW ABOUT YOU SHUT YOUR FLIPPIN MOUTH.

Harry didn't say another word. He just turned around and started to walk away but then he stopped.

"Grandmere... how-how much did you hear?" He asked. Grand'Mere is here?! Omygosh hide Aynie! Preferably in Tartarus and just play chess with Hades!

Before I could walk away, GrandMere is holding my hand.

"I heard everything." She simply said. I glared at myself (if that's even possible) AND GLARED at Harry.

"You know what, I think you two need to talk in private. In the same room." My eyes widened and so has Harry's. If there's one thing that we really hate both, it's to be put in the same room together. Alone. The family had tried SO many times to do that, but they failed. But now that Grandmere is the one who dropped the bomb. WE'RE DOOMED. More doomed than Percy and Annabeth in Tartarus.

"We'll try to go along Grand'Mere. No need for private rooms." Harry tried to say but Grand'Mere shook her head.

"No Harry. You two need to work this out. Together." Grandmere then walked away and I swear I saw her do a fist pump.