‘Lily…’ he whispered insistently; I could see his shadow pressed up against my window. ‘Lily, I’m sorry.’
I pursed my lips tightly, determined not to speak to him. How could he even expect me to listen to his stupid apologies? That slimy boy had managed to really hurt poor Tuney’s feelings, and now she hated me as well as him.
‘Look, I know it was out of line - but she needed to hear it! You know she did, Lily, you know she did.’
Unable to resist that, I wrenched open the window. He toppled onto the lawn, not expecting the glass to move.
‘Lily!’ he cried, scrambling to his feet and dusting the grass from his oversized, faded robes. His voice sounded slightly annoyed, but relieved, too. He ran back to the window, and pulled himself up onto the dirty sill. ‘Thank you, Lily. Thank you for listening and taking it.’
‘Taking what, exactly? I’m not taking anything,’ I spat at him. His face visibly fell, from what I could see in the dim twilight. ‘You really hurt Tuney, you know. She didn’t need to hear it! So what if her view of magic is slightly warped? It’s just because she can’t accept it.’
‘What can I do to make you be my friend again?’ he asked dejectedly. I held back a grin; I’d hurt him. Good.
‘Oh. Okay, then.’ His eyes shone - I half wanted to see the tears he held in fall - and a wave of guilt flooded over me, but I squashed it.
‘No, Lily. Not goodbye,’ he said almost desperately.
‘Goodbye,’ I repeated firmly.
I slammed the window shut, but after a moment his hands were there, spread flat against the pane. His mouth was close to the glass, steaming it up, as he spoke quickly.
‘Lily. Okay - I understand, alright? You’re annoyed with me. But tell me you hate me before you tell me to go!’
I hesitated a moment. Did I hate him? ‘If I say I hate you, will you leave me alone?’
‘If that’s what you want,’ he murmured, barely audibly.
‘In that case then…’ My voice froze in my throat; I couldn’t say the words.
‘Do you hate me?’ he prompted insistently.