Collision Course

Chapter Seven

Tira's POV

I laughed as Draco's scared face turned towards me, and as he flipped out, nervous. Has he never heard a girl squeal?!

That weirdo- although I'm not the one to calling him a weirdo, I have looked in a mirror before.

"Draco, isn't it the least bit cool that I might have seen her before?" I asked him.

"You probably haven't. She was staying in Manhattan." He said.

"Draco," I said slowly. "You picked me up in Manhattan."

He stared at me, then shrugged. "Okay, then maybe you saw her."

"Where was she staying?" I asked him, excited again.

"In the empire state building." He responded nonchalantly.

"I guess you've never been to New York, and heard your girlfriend wrong, or your being sarcastic," I said. "I didn't know you knew how to be sarcastic."

He looked confused. "I'm not being sarcastic. She specifically said if I needed her, to go to the empire state building, she was staying there."

I stared. Looks like we were disagreeing on something. I knew for certain, there were no hotel rooms in the empire state building, but Draco seemed positi- wait, was that an eye twitch?

Draco's eye just twitched! That means he knew something, and it was something he wasn't going to tell me.

Oooo..... That boy is going to be in trouble! Just wait till I get him to spill all the secrets, like a little pig.

***** 

It was later that night when I finally got around to going to sleep.

Of course, I hadn't been pestering Draco long- in fact he sent me away to my new room, moments after I taught him how girls can squeal, and not just because they're scared- the whole time wonder what the heck his girlfriend was like after all.

He sent me to a room, on the opposite side of the dining hall, with similar decor.

It had the same green carpet, and the same four poster bed in the middle of the room, and the same off white wall color, but it lacked a window, and gained a second white dresser, a vanity table, and a picture on a white desk hidden in the corner.

Draco had said it was his girlfriends room. I wanted to know how long she was planning on staying away. He said, until I was gone. At that I had frowned, and he had left.

Right now I was staring at the photo.

The girl in it was beautiful. Draco was very lucky to have someone that pretty. She was wearing a green holster top, edged with a white trim, and cut blue jeans, that were fraying at the ends. On her feet were black converse sneakers, that looked well worn, but loved and well taken cared of. She had tan skin, and toned muscles. She looked like one that spent her days in the sun exercising. She had fair blonde hair, braided down her back, and I could see it trailing down to her waist. Her eyes were gray, a beautiful stormy color, and were full of complete joy and excessive happiness, yet they held a mysterious sense of maturity, like she's seen many things that people her age- or anyone at all- should ever see.