Up to It? |XANDER|

“I don’t need luck,” she replied with a hint of displeasure in her voice, and she turned without warning and threw the quaffle at him with all of her might….granted, she wasn’t nearly as strong as he was, but at least he would be aware that she was upset.

She’d been right about turning around. Seeing the way his hair was in the breeze up in the air, or just the fact that he was about to be athletic and ride a broom around the pitch, it turned her on. She couldn’t lie about her natural attraction to him, and she didn’t regret it either. What she did regret was that she couldn’t keep her hottie all to herself. Other girls wanted a piece of him, and she didn’t want to have to just “get used” to that idea. No! Xander Glass was hers, always.

“So…” she began as she flew in closer to block him from flying forward. “How are things? Any new friends I should know about?”

Chelsey couldn’t help but glare at her boyfriend, despite how sexy he was being right now. She was torn between wanting to beat him and wanting to sleep with him. Perhaps she would do both, but he might enjoy that too much. He completely sidestepped her! Either something was going on with another girl, which she truly hoped would never happen. or he was purposely being a dick to anger her further. Well whether that was his intention or not, it was certainly working.

And then to make matters worse, he went and tossed the quaffle at her like she was some kind of baby who couldn’t handle it! How dare he be so condescending! She knew he was talented at quidditch, he didn’t need to rub it in her face like this! Especially since she had been the one to challenge him, not the other way around! She huffed in anger and annoyance, her fierce eyes never leaving his.

“I’m going to assume you know what this is about. Your job right now is to reassure me that NOTHING is happening with those other girls. And just so you know...letting me win on the pitch is not a viable option for the end of this argument.”

She meant to prove her point here and now, and she flew off in the direction of the goal as fast as she could, the quaffle held tightly under her arm, leaving his only view her backside in full retreat on the broomstick.

Chelsey raised her eyebrows when he came as fast as he did to block her from the goal, but she quickly hid her surprise. Of course he could overtake her on the pitch, he was a phenomenal quidditch player. But that didn't mean he would win, or that she wouldn't put up one helluva fight at least. His arrogance out here was both annoying and alarmingly inviting to her. She could feel the hormones kicking in already, but she fought it back as soon as he said that their fight was probably about something else entirely.

"What in bloody hell is that supposed to mean?! I KNOW what this is about, you're the one who needs it spelled out for you!"

She faked with the quaffle to his left when he started speaking again, her heart racing due to her anger and jealousy. He thought she assumed he was sleeping with someone else, when she hadn't technically accused him of anything like that. He wasn't aware that he exuded sexiness whether he wanted to or not, and if he wasn't more firm with these bitches, they would come after him. She was sure that he wouldn't outright cheat on her, but even the idea of him flirting...hell, or even speaking to another girl got her all angry and irrational.

"I never said you were seeing anyone else, and I especially didn't accuse you of fucking anyone else! Those were your words, not mine. I just want to know if these girls are aware that you are taken! And if they even try to flirt with you, I'll kick their asses. I don't care how much trouble I get in."

The truth was, she just wanted him to make a grand gesture for her. Yes, maybe he had already been proving himself to her in ways most boys his age wouldn't even dream of, but she was blinded by immaturity and jealousy. And she did care about getting in trouble at school, she couldn't afford any further discipline from her father, especially if it had anything to do with Xander. He really would make her break up with him, and she couldn't afford that. But she ignored those inner warnings and continued her hostility toward her poor boyfriend.

"Now play me for real and quit being a pussy. Or are you worried you'll get beaten by a girl?"

With that she flew upward and hoped that her small body and quick movement would give her a slight advantage as she aimed for the left hoop with the quaffle.

This was all happening so fast, and Chelsey found that once again, her high intensity and strong emotions were getting in the way of her thinking clearly. Their banter back and forth was becoming more serious, something she had not intended or anticipated. She had been hoping that he would immediately quash her fears and grovel just a little bit. She tended to forget how much of a fighter he was. And how bloody stubborn he was! Why was it so hard for him to just stroke her ego a touch? Didn't he see that she was insecure? And she was terrified that every moment of them being together would be their last because he finally admitted to himself that there were better girls out there for him? She felt sick now because this was turning into a full-fledged argument, and things were spiraling out of control.

His sarcasm hurt her more than she wanted to let on. It wasn't about trusting him, even though he was hellbent on believing it was. It was about territory outright, but that was only on the surface. Deep down, Chelsey knew it was because she wasn't good enough for him, and she had to cling on with all of her might to keep him around. And her challenging him today obviously wasn't helping matters. And then he called her ridiculous and all of her insecurities bubbled up to the surface. She was ridiculous, and he could see it plain as day. But how could she not be? She'd been spoiled by her father, and yet threatened when she had misbehaved or been outspoken. And now she expected Xander to spoil her as well, but he wasn't so easily manipulated. Was that really the person she had become? She wanted to fly back to the school and never show her face again after all of this.

Her eyes flashed with surprise and anger when he deftly caught the quaffle, preventing her from scoring. Apparently her brother Josh had been easy on her, because she had always thought she was better out here than this. She hated that he could just own her like this out here, on top of the volcano of emotions she was feeling. She had come from wanting to beat him and teach him a lesson, to just wanting to crawl into a hole and bury herself. But that was until he took that terrible dive to the ground. She watched him, horrified, and just as it looked as if he would hit the ground, she screamed his name. "XANDER!!!"

But of course he saved it in time and came up to score. He must not have realized that he scared the living piss out of her by diving that way, and even when he had brought the quaffle back up, she still had not been able to bring herself to fly anywhere. She was frozen in place from fear, and she wanted to hit him. She truly did. He was allowed to be mad, but he wasn't allowed to scare her like that. She didn't care how good he was at flying, that fucking dive had been uncalled for. Her face was ashen as she flew straight to him, not having followed him in the first place, and she glared at him, bringing her broom to stop right beside him. She looked into his face with an expression that exuded the anger and fear that her entire body was consumed with.

"Don't. Ever. Scare me like that again. I thought you were going to crash."

That was when her emotions betrayed her, and her voice quavered. Her jealousy wasn't worth all of this. Her chin shook and she realized that she was going to cry, whether she wanted to or not.


"Maybe you're right," she began shakily, still looking in his eyes as her own moistened. "Perhaps I'm ridiculous. But I'd rather be ridiculous and in love than fighting so much that one of us gets hurt. It isn't worth it," she finished softly, her nose red from the fact that she was about to cry. If he would get his ass in gear and hug her already, that would be ideal.