Chapter 17 : Harley? Jail?

Today was stressful. Everywhere I went eyes were directly focused me, because of the incident that happened the other day. Mom had suggested I take a day off from school just to 'make sure' I don't 'pass out' again. I love my mother with everything in me, but it annoys me how protective she gets sometimes.

The perks of having a mother who's a nurse. . .

I didn't feel safe in the halls by myself at all. Ever since the guy from the park, I've been paranoid every time I step into school. It's like everywhere I go, his eyes are always watching me waiting for the right moment to attack me again. I'm so lucky to have Scarlet by my side. She hasn't left me since this morning well, except for when we separate to go to our classes we don't have together. But she always walks me to mine and when class is over she's right there waiting for me outside.

I literally have so much love for that girl its unbelievable. Scarlet is my sister and nothing can change the way I feel about her. She's been there for me ever since the first day we met.

Science was my last class of the day so I convinced scarlet I would be fine walking to my locker alone. I have to learn to walk the halls myself at some point. I can't have scarlet protect me forever. She's already got two warnings from her teachers about her being late to class. Scarlet is a bright girl and I don't want my messed up life coming in between her grades.

Harley has been on my ass too. Every time class ends I would always get a text from him asking if I'm Alright or if I made it to my next class safely. He knows scarlet walks me to my classes, but he's very protective so I expected him to watch over me anyway. I love my brother honestly. Even though we have our fights I still love him. He's the only guy in my life who doesn't completely hate my guts or is disgusted by me.

When Harley would catch someone eyeing or speaking to me the wrong way, he'd shut them down quicker then sonic catching gold coins. My brother is not a hesitant person and will break someone face in a snap.

As for Damon. . . I've been ignoring him ever since the day I gave him his hoodie back. He's been trying to text, call and talk to me since then. Even putting notes in my locker with cute little quotes that I find really cute. But I always end up throwing them in the trash.

I'm trying not to give in on his apologies. It's been very hard when he gives me the puppy dog eyes or things like putting a rose in my locker. I have to admit, I almost gave in almost. But I continued to ignore him. I definitely kept the rose though, it's the only nice thing Damon has ever gotten me.

I don't understand why he's trying so hard to apologize to me. The last time Damon apologized was in 7th grade when he 'accidentally' set off the fire alarm during a math test. We all knew he just wanted to get out of doing it because it wasn't his first time 'accidentally' setting off something during school.

Sometimes during class, I would catch him staring at me and when I'd look his way, he'd quickly look away and try to act cool and play it off.

Brett and I talk all the time and I'm starting to warm up to him. It's weird having another guy in my life who's nice to me. Brett is one of those guys you'd only see or read about in movies, tv shows, or books. It always surprises me how sweet he is towards me and the words that come out of his mouth. He never fails to surprise me with his personality.

After class was over, I headed to my locker to put away my science notes and textbook. Out of all things, science is the one subject I'm struggling with. It was a shocker to me when I checked my grades on our last test and saw a big fat red D stamped on my computer screen.

Suddenly I heard multiple footsteps followed by voices. I only recognized It because I once had a voice like it. Turning around, I saw a group of freshman walking into the doors. Their eyes lit up at the sight of the large halls and how surprising clean it was.

They looked like me on my first day of freshman year.

A tall brown headed girl caught my eyes, but I could only see the back of her head. I know that round head anywhere. I take a few steps closer and realize who the girl was.

"Harmony? What the hell are you doing here?" I pulled her away from the crowd of kids who are roaming the halls of our school.

"We're on a trip, duh," She said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world and rolled her eyes.

"Why?" I looked back at the group of kids. They all were now crowded around our principal, asking questions.

"Something about checking out the school's activity clubs. We have to write a three-page essay about what do we like about it here and what clubs we find the most intriguing. After, only a few kids get selected to go here and join their club choice," She shrugged her shoulders like it wasn't a big deal and eyed the juniors and seniors roaming the halls.

Most of them looked at harmony's class as if they were fresh bait and I rolled my eyes.

"You're not excited?" She turned to me and raised her left eyebrow. She's always so sassy. . .

"Should I?" I sucked my teeth and rolled eyes. I know for sure she's excited. She's always tried to convince mom to let her join our school, but mom told her it was too late in the year for her to switch schools.

Harmony is a beast when it comes to soccer, I know for sure she's going to get excepted. I believe in my little sister.

"That means you would be here with me!" I jumped up and wrapped my arms around her shoulders. "I'm not even picked yet," she pushed me away and pressed her lips together.

"Yet! But I know you're gonna get picked. I believe in you little sis," I bumped my hip with hers and smiled. Her face went from annoyed into a smile as she hugged me tight and let go.

"Thank you," She mumbled shyly.

"But quick question. Why'd they pick are school?"

"I don't know. I'm just a student," She rolled her eyes. And sassy harmony is back everyone. . .

"Wow. There are a lot of cute guys here," She smirked and wiggled her eyebrows. I scoffed while shook my head.

Yeah, if you consider satan's children cute.

"Better not let Harley hear you say that," I chuckled and folded my arms across my chest. "Please. I'm not afraid of a guy who still asks his mother to cut up his sandwiches into cartoon characters," She snorted and rolled her eyes. Well, She has a point there.

"Harmony Scott, What in the name of food are you doing here?" Speak of the devil. Harley walked toward us with his arms folded as he glared in her direction.

"Hey, woah. Don't bring food into this," I kicked him in the shins and glared.

"Hey, I need this leg for basketball!" He groaned and shook his leg around trying to ease the pain.

"What are you doing here and how are you here?"

"You don't see the other students?" She gestured her hands toward the group of kids who are now crowded around a woman, I'm guessing his harmony's teacher.

She looked awfully young to be a teacher. Actually, she looked like she could be one of their older sisters.

"That's your teacher? She's hot. Trade?" I turned towards Harley and gave him my 'what the hell' look.

"Depends. She teaches literature," She folded her arms and tilted her head.

"He's an old—" Harmony held up her hand making Harley stop mid-sentence.

"I've heard enough. I'll stick to Mrs. Grey," She pressed her lips together.

"Dang she's married," Harley snapped his fingers and pouted. I chuckled at her last name.

"Does her husband own a CEO company?" I asked and snorted. Both of my siblings gave me a look so I just stopped.

"How come you get all the hot teachers?" He asked harmony and she shrugged her shoulders.

"Guys you can't just try and trade teachers. That's not how it works," I rolled my eyes.

"With this smile, it always works," Harley pointed to his mouth while nodding his head. Cocky little—

"How are we related?" I asked.

"I ask mom every day. Still no answer," He shook his head and shrugged. I just want to know how am I related to him, because his IQ and mines do not add up. Maybe he's adopted, But he has our parents genes so that can't be possible. Dang it. . .

"Has anyone seen Harmony?" The woman known as Mrs. Grey asked while looking around.

"It won't hurt to flirt right? Harmony do what you do best, be cute and convincing," Harley said and wrapped his arm around her shoulders while eyeing her teacher.

"Tell her what an amazing brother I am."

"Yeah, Like that's convincing," She mumbled while scoffing. I let out a chuckle and watched as Harley led the way toward the woman and students. He then started 'flirting' with her while harmony stood there completely embarrassed.

I pulled out my phone and started recording. This is too funny and something to laugh about in the future.

"What are smiling about?" From the corner of my eye, I saw Brett walk up to me with a smile on his face. "Watching my siblings embarrass themselves," I laughed a little as I watched Harley try to moonwalk but ended up tripping over a pencil that was on the ground.

"Harmony's here?"

"Yeah. Something about a trip," I stopped recording and slid my phone into my front pocket.

"Is he aware of what he's doing?" Brett asked as we both continued watching the scene a few feet away from us.

"Probably not but it's still funny."

"Finally. That class took forever to end!" Scarlet's voice filled my ears. I didn't want to turn around because there was a 98% chance Damon was with her.

"But you survived because I was there," And now my mood is ruined. I roll my eyes into the back of my head while turning around slowly. As Scarlet and Damon made their way toward us, we made eye contact. I immediately looked anywhere but his hypnotizing hazel eyes.

"Hey, beautiful!" Scarlet smiles and hugged me.

"Don't call me that, but hey," I chuckled slightly and hugged her back. "Hey, you are beautiful. Don't bring yourself down," She pulled away and gave me a little glare and I snorted.

I started feeling self-conscious from Damon's Intense stare. It made me feel tiny and I wanted to walk away. But I didn't because I'm just going to continue to ignore him.

Easy right?

                        ||Damon's POV||

I've been trying to talk to Hermione for the last past three days. She continued to ignore me, my notes, messages, even the Doritos I brought her yesterday. I went over their house to talk to Harley, mostly try and talk to Hermione but it backfired. When she saw me at her room door she immediately threw me disgusted glares, which I deserved. She snatched the chips and slammed the door in my face.

I wasn't surprised because she had every right to be mad at me. But a part of me thought she would get over it and forgive me. I mean, it's Hermione. She can never stay mad at me for more than a few hours, I know this because I've pissed her off more then you think.

Once mine and scarlet's class was over, we walked the halls hand in hand. I knew where we were going because of the glow that I saw in scarlets eyes. Her eyes only glow like that when she's about to get food or about to see Hermione.

I've never seen best friends care for each other the way Hermione and Scarlet do. It seemed impossible to have such a strong friendship in this world, but knowing Scarlet, she won't let anything or anyone come in between their friendship. Scarlet really cares about her and she's never afraid to show it.

She'd tell the whole world about their friendship if she could believe me.

When we approached the other half of the hallway which is where the advanced classes are, I saw Hermione but she wasn't alone. Man, I wish she were alone. That jerk is always around her like He's her personal bodyguard. Knowing she's friends with him triggers something in me and I don't know what it is or why I'm feeling this way.

I found myself in some sort of daze just staring at her. I couldn't help it, I regret saying the words that came out of my mouth the other day. It was uncalled for and I didn't realize it would hurt her feelings.

Everything around me turned into a blur as I eyed her up and down slowly, stopping my gaze on her lips. I watched as she smiled at something Scarlet said and I drowned out the sound around me.

She has no idea how incredibly beautiful she is.

Why am I thinking all of this?  I shouldn't be thinking about her it's wrong. Suddenly, my thoughts got interrupted by soft kisses on my check, I turned around and saw scarlet. She pulled away and smiled at me, wrapping her arms around my neck.

"What are you thinking about?" I watch as her eyes sparked and felt a little guilty. It was wrong to think about someone else when my girlfriend is right here.

"You," I answered and pecked her lips. She giggled and laid her head on my chest. My eyes drifted to Hermione's, guilt and hurt were seen in them.

I know what she's thinking. Just like she said, I'm a 'player' but that's not who I am anymore, but I couldn't help myself the other day. It was just me and her and I lost it. She only had on my hoodie, covering everything under and it made me frustrated. Her bare skin felt smooth—

Ugh! Stop it!

I swear when it's just me and her in the room, I forget I'm not single anymore.

It's wrong, I know.

'Break up with scarlet' My inner thoughts tell me. But I can't do that, it'll crush her. I love scarlet but I can't hurt her.

' You're only saying this because you don't want to hurt her.'

That's not even close to the truth. . .

What am I even doing? I can't like her.

No, I don't like her.

' But you do like her.'

No, I do not—

My thoughts once again get interrupted by the last bell ringing, signaling that school is over, but that's not the only thing that interrupted my thoughts. It actually caught me off guard. "Harley Scott, you are under arrest for the charge of assault."

What?

No, not again.

A police officer I surely recognize cuffs him, pulling him away from the crowd of students. They watched the scene before them, some surprised while the other half who know who Harley is, watched unfazed by the scene.

It's normal for Harley to get in trouble by the police.

"Harley? Jail!?"