Chapter 13 (Part 1)

Harry Johnson's POV

I was on my PlayStation when there was a knock on the front door. Bonnie answer it. I paused my game to hear the conversation downstairs.

"You must be Harry's girlfriend," said Bonnie. "Please come in."

I heard footsteps walk inside and Bonnie closing the door. "Brook, right?" asked Bonnie.

"No."

"Luca?"

"No, it's Sarah," Sarah corrected. "You're...?"

"I'm Harry's older sister, Bonya, but everyone calls me Bonnie."

"Nice to meet you."

"Yeah same, can't believe Harry has a girlfriend. How long have you guys been dating?"

"It hasn't been long, is he home?"

"Yes, he's upstairs."

"Thank you."

I heard Sarah walking up the stairs, followed by a knock on my bedroom door.

I knew she was here because I've been ignoring her. Ever since the Lucas thing, I just didn't have the guts to look her in the eye anymore. I couldn't pretend that everything was normal, like I was the same person.

"Come in," I instructed, holding my breath.

The door eased open revealing Sarah on the other side. Our eyes locked.

"Hi," I breathed, lost for words.

"Hi," she offered back. She took a cautioned step forward and her eyes darting around my room as if she were entering dangerous territory. It is said that you can tell a lot about a person by their room, so I wondered what information she was getting from mine. My mind couldn't help but wonder if she was building a mental profile of Harry. What does a sexually confused teenage boy's room look like? 

As if she heard me, her eyes finally landed on me.

"Why haven't you been answering my calls?"

And there it was.

"Because," I replied curtly.

"Because...?"

I shrugged. "It just is what it is, y'know?"

What does she want me to tell her? I've been ignoring her texts and calls because I've been battling with my sexuality? Piss off!

I watched her from the poriphiale of my eye. She folded her arms. "Give it to me straight, this is because of that ginger boy isn't it?"

I paused the game, gripping the controller until my knuckles turned white.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" I practically growled.

"I knew it!" She frowned. "It's because you think he ate my pussy. Babes, he said that to wined you up. I don't fucking like the freckled freak, he's not even close to my type."

I eased slightly but my heart was still racing. "Whatever."

Why was she making this about her? None of this had anything to do with her, like literally fuck all. It was Lucas vs Brook for me, there was no room for Sarah in that equation. I must have been smoking something strong the day I asked her to be my girlfriend, what was I thinking?
(That was a joke by the way, I don't smoke anymore).

"Please Harry, you have no idea what I've been going through." She wept. "Someone is threating me."

My eyes met her's again. "What are you talking about?"

She held up a photo. There were two beaming older women standing on either side of a group of twenty younger females in school uniform. It was a class photo. 

"It's my class picture from two years ago." She explained, tapping a finger at one of the teenagers. "See?"

I zoned it to were she was tapping and saw a younger looking Sarah. I noticed how her energy differed from the rest of the teenagers -- while they were all grinning from ear to ear --she looked tired, disengaged, as if an invisible dark cloud was looming over her.  

"I hadn't mentioned before," she explained. "There is a reason I left her old school..."

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A/N: Had to leave it here as I have severe writer's block. Eager to get something out however xox