enchanted | james potter

mad woman

" And no one likes a mad woman, what a shame she went mad. No one likes a mad woman, you made her like that. "

Keira was seething. She was mad at James, at Lily, and at the world. She was mad at the world for what it had put her through. She didn't know if there was a God, but if there was she could proudly say that it definitely wasn't paying attention to her begs for peace.

It had been two weeks since Keira's outburst, she hadn't spoken to either Lily or James and didn't plan on for a while. Every since she stayed up, thinking about it; she pictured them together, she tried to understand their thinking, she contemplated if James ever loved her.

When she saw either one of them around school she glared daggers, neither of them could bare to look her int he eye anyway, nevertheless, Keira still glared daggers at the heads, and the knew they could feel it as they shifted uncomfortably in their seats looking everywhere but at her.

Keira sat in the Room of Requirement, music was playing and there were about 30 people scattered around. She sat on a loveseat, smoking her cigarette as she people watched. Her eyelids were black with eyeliner and her cheeks glittery. She sported a low-cut lace top which was almost see through, paired with her black boots and low waist leather skirt.

"Sup." Keira looked up to see a guy sitting on the coffee table opposite her, he sat rather close since the two pieces of furniture weren't too far apart from each other.

"Hi." She said, she recognised the guy since he was in her year, but had never interacted with him before.

"You got a lighter?" He asked, Keira pulled hers out of her top where she kept it, handing it to him so he could light his blunt, "You know I've heard a lot about you." He said after taking his first puff.

"Oh yeah?" Keira asked, uninterested,

"Yeah apparently you went bat-shit crazy on Potter a couple weeks ago." He chuckled.

"And?" She looked at him as he held a smirk.

"Well, fair enough," He shrugged, "It was a dick move what him and Evans did anyway."

"Why do you even care?" Keira asked, exhaling smoke.

"Well you just wouldn't see any girl around here doing that. Actually no one here would do that, everyone just suppresses and holds grudges. Just think it's pretty fucking cool you did that. Some people thought it was too much, but they're fucking boring." He said, Keira watched him carefully, trying to work out what his intentions of this conversation were.

Keira leaned back in her seat, "What's your name?" She asked, again blowing out smoke.

"Jett Ferrel." He said.

"You like dancing, Jett?" Keira smirked at him.

He stood up, taking her hand in his as he led her to where everyone else was dancing. The held each other close, sharing his blunt while dancing. Jett held Keira's hips to his tightly, her arms around his neck as their breaths mixed.

Soon, they found themselves going the side of the room, Keira pressed against the wall as Jett held one of her thighs up to his, his other hand on her waist. Keira pulled on his hair as he kissed down her neck and to her chest, before they went further, Keira took him to her dorm where they spent the rest of the night together.

The next morning they woke up as the clock read 12;42PM. Keira groaned, her head hurting from the hangover and slightly depressed from her come-down from the drugs.

Jett sat up with her, pulling a small jar out of his pant pocket beside the bed, "Want some?" He asked, tipping some of the white powder on his hand.

"What is it?" Keira asked and he put his nose to his hand.