All Chapters of The Asian Potterhead and The Lovestruck Bad Boy: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

"There are some things you can’t share without ending up liking each other, and knocking out a twelve-foot mountain troll is one of them." — Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone*H U N T E R J O N E S | The Lovestruck Bad BoyAs I put the green bottle back to the table, I realized what an idiot I had been. It took me three fücking days to know how much I had screwed up.Mey had walked in on me hugging Nat, what was she supposed to think? Of course, she would think that I was a player, that I was playing her. Once I realized how stupid I had been, I quickly grabbed my wallet from the table, got up, and shoved it into the back pocket of my jeans. I glanced at my phone. It was around three P.M. now and I knew exactly where I could find her.Sure enough, once I arrived at the public library and ran to the third floor, I found her sitting on one

⚯͛ Everyone has a chapter they don't read out loud. ⚯͛M E Y  W A N G | The Asian PotterheadI could not believe it. I had trouble believing my own eyes. Truly.Hunter was so damn good. He managed to solve all of the questions without having to look at the reference book. I had to admit, I had been so impressed that it had rendered me speechless. As he was explaining how to do it, I could only nod. And he explained things better than Mr. Roberts, my evil Math teacher at Carlton High.I lived only a few blocks from the library so when he offered to walk me home, I took the offer without thinking twice. As we walked down the road, I stole a glance at him and realized he was wearing a North High football team jacket. "So you are a jock, huh?" I asked him casually, breaking the silence. I kept my tone polite with no hint of sarcasm. His brows knotted in the middle of his forehead. "Not exac

"And then she was kissing him as she had never kissed him before, and Harry was kissing her back, and it was blissful oblivion, better than firewhiskey; she was the only real thing in the world." — Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows*M E Y  W A N G | The Asian PotterheadLife always had a really weird timing. I had been buying groceries when I had met Tyler at the checkout counter."Hey, Mey," he greeted me with a smile."Tyler! Hi!" I beamed.He pointed at four cartons of milk I had in my grocery bag. "Where is the cereal to accompany those?"I laughed. "No, these are for coffees. My family drinks lots of them."Mom and dad drank at least three cups a day. Since we did not do groceries often, we usually had them stocked up for the week."Oh," Ty slightly nodded then asked plainly, "How are things with Hunter?"I could swear I saw a hint of

"I think we've outgrown full-time education ... Time to test our talents in the real world, d'you reckon?," — Fred Weasley, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix*M E Y  W A N G | The Asian Potterhead | Mey and The Talk of The CenturyI was about to close the front door when I heard my mom's voice yelling my full name. "MEY WANG!!"I quickly locked the door and walked towards the kitchen. I dropped the groceries on the counter before I went to the living room to hear whatever she had in mind. "Yes?"My mom had those crazy eyes every mother had when they had their minds fixed on giving you the lecture of the c

It rained for days after you left me as if the sky itself shared my grief. John Mark Green.*A U T U M N | Christmas StoryChocolate milk. I always had chocolate milk on Christmas since I was four years old and my mom brought it to me on Christmas morning. I knew it was silly of me to drink it now since I had no one to celebrate it with anymore, but I just felt that something was missing if I didn't have one.I let out a deep sigh and tried not to feel annoyed and lonely. Christmas is never a special occasion for me. Not since mom screwed up and dad followed her footsteps. This year, Steven spent the whole day doing talk shows and he'd only come home later tonight. Since I've never spent Christmas with my parents for years now, I had no idea where they were. Even Alberta, our maid, went to spend the night with her family. In short, I was home alone. On Christmas. Great.A black box piqued my interest