Harrison's bipolar reaction to James' request haunted me for days. He made his way into my life like a bullet train but he's powerless over his friend's inappropriate request. It didn't make any sense, still doesn't.

I usually nailed my photoshoot in one go, but yesterday, Jen pointed out that I wasn't focusing on the job. How could I when I overheard Harrison's female friend asking for a Versace shoes as a gift for her birthday. I know Harrison can afford it but the girl has an obsession with Versace that she has been asking for expensive gifts at every opportunity she has. Harrison even gave her a damn Versace dress when she broke up with her boyfriend.

Dammit. What's wrong with her? What's wrong with Harrison?

So here I am in the library scrolling, I mean stalking his friends on Instagram and Facebook. I have been controlling myself not to pull my hair out of frustration when I saw how his friends abused his beach house and the oh-so-nice guy, named Harrison Visser. A few seconds ago, someone posted on James' newsfeed, asking if his birthday party would be at Harrison's beach house.

My fingers move like they have their own brain. Before I could realise what I did, someone commented.

Unknown guy: Who are you?

Stupid, stupid fingers. I put a comment that Harrison changed his mind and James can't use the beach house anymore. My index finger hover over the delete button. It's none of my business and I don't want to associate myself with these deranged people.

A lightbulb lights up in my head. If Harrison can ruin my desserts, I can do the same to his nice-guy attitude towards his so-called friends. I smirk thinking about my evil plan.

"Payback time, har har har!" I chuckle.

The student in front of me raises her eyebrow like I'm a lunatic. Maybe I am. I wink at her and she shakes her head before turning her attention back to the mathematical equation she's solving. I quickly type before I change my mind.

Me: Dude, you can read my name. Katharina Hayes, Harrison Visser's girlfriend.

Luckily, our parents don't allow us to use our real names on social media and to post any photos that could identify us for safety purposes.

Comments flow like an endless stream that in a span of one minute, the post has now twenty-six comments. Some of them think I'm just an internet troll, liar, a joke, and no one should believe what I said because Harrison has no girlfriend and they don't know anyone with that name. There are two gullible girls though who believe and send a lot of heart emoji.

Oh, I'm loving this game and Harrison doesn't have a girlfriend which makes it even better. No complications. No real girlfriend who will haunt me down. A relief in fact, that my heart rejoices. Harrison has no girlfriend. Single. I have a chance.

Where does it come from? Erase! Erase! Focus, Kira.

Focus!

Harrison has no girlfriend.

I grin like a Cheshire cat while scrolling through the photos in my iPhone, looking for the stolen shot I took when Harrison devoured my lemon tart. I was taking a photo of my desserts but he took that opportunity to grab it before sitting in front of me, uninvited. Thus, instead of lemon tart, it captured Harrison's face.

Thankfully, I didn't delete it. Actually, I will never delete it as proof of his bullying. A bully who looks divine in his cream-colored sweatshirt. His hazel eyes are sparkling with mischief. It doesn't look like a candid photo because he was looking and flashing his white teeth at the camera. Maybe he knew that I was taking a photo. Maybe not. His lack of reaction said so.

I attach the photo in the comment section. Riley said if he didn't know the story behind this photo, he would assume that Harrison was smiling at someone he loved.

Me: If this won't be sufficient proof, I don't know what will.

As expected most of them believe except James and the Versace girl.

James: If u r really the gf, why hasn't he mentioned anything to us. We're best buddies. He will tell me about this thing.

Best buddies, my foot.

Me: He will soon.

Versace girl: Don't speak too soon. He might break up with you as soon as he sees this.

Tagging the Versace girl, I tell her that she won't be receiving any Versace shoes from Harrison. We'll give her an eyewear from the same brand instead. Of course, she doesn't believe me.

I don't know where I'm getting the confidence to mess with these people. Probably, from the hidden identity. Or the urge to cause chaos in Harrison's life like he does to mine. He's been running in my head everyday since I've met him. My feelings are confusing me. I'll drool over his looks quite a lot of times and swoon over him whenever I replay the scene outside the cafeteria. But when it comes to my desserts, it annoys the shit out of me. He is against my mantra:

I'm enough. I don't need a prince

Speaking of the devil, why is he missing in action? Surely, his friends have notified him of what I did. The post has garnered fifty eight comments now. Is he enjoying the attention? Is he relieved that I said what he couldn't do?

I guess I thought too soon because the next notification is a message from Harrison. I accepted the request to read his message.

Harrison: Who the hell are you? I don't know what you're playing at nor what your intention is, but I will surely find you!

Harrison: Change your statement now or I will ruin you by denying you on social media and I'll report you.

I'm about to respond when he sends another message. I smirk knowing that he's upset because of me.

Harrison: I'm giving you two minutes!

Me: Is that how you say thank you? You're welcome.

Harrison: What the fuck are you talking about?

Me: You don't like James to have a party in your beach house. You don't like to buy the Versace shoes. Babe, I'm tryin' to help.

I chuckle at the endearment. Before the girl in front of me thinks I've gone crazy, I pick up my stuff and leave the library.

Harrison: Who the hell are you? How do u know this shit?

I stare at his message for a couple of minutes, thinking of a good alibi. Should I tell the truth or —

My thoughts have been cut short when my face is now pressed on the cold glass door. All the students outside snap their heads in my direction, shocked. Seeing the red lipstick mark on the glass, heat slowly creeps into my cheek. Before the embarrassment completely engulfs me, someone decides to follow what I did.

"Fuck!"

That sounds so familiar. Like it's from the annoying yet hot model I know. True enough. Harrison Visser is kissing the door. His palms are pressed on the glass. His phone is lying on top of his Burberry white sneakers.

This sight is too much. I'm going to explode if I don't let it out. I laugh out loud, throwing my head backwards and forgetting that we are still inside the library. Tears are forming around my eyes.

"Do you think it's funny?" says Harrison through gritted teeth.

I abruptly stop to look at him. I thought he's angry but his expression sucked all the air out of my lungs. I forget how to breathe. He's far from angry. Amused, perhaps. His intense gaze makes me clamp my thighs together. I bite my lip while we both stare at each other. Seconds later, we're bending and clutching our stomachs as we shake with laughter.

"Both of you," the voice of the librarian bellows, making us stop and straight up, "out!!"

I push the door and scurry to go out. Harrison is hot on my heels. We both walk in silence. He's walking behind me and I can feel his eyes on my back but I don't dare to stop and look at him. Scared of what I will see.

Is he upset? Is he still looking at me with the same intensity as what he gave me a while ago?

"It's you!" I hear him say, cutting the tension between us.

I don't stop walking but I peer over my shoulder to look at who he's talking to. He has stopped walking but he's still looking at me. Anger is painted on his handsome face.

"You're Katharina Hayes!" He exclaims, holding his phone up to show my Facebook profile.

My jaw hits the ground and my steps falter when I turn around.

How did he figure it out?

I look around to see if someone hears him. Relief washes over me when I realise we're at the entrance of the parking lot, out of earshots. Denying it is the best thing to do. I don't want to create a new Facebook profile but Harrison doesn't even give me a chance.

"I was peacefully studying in the library but my friends kept blowing up my phone. Why did they do that, Kira?"

I am stunned beyond belief. I open my mouth but he continues.

"Looking at the photos of the different kinds of desserts, I thought Katharina Hayes is a pastry chef..." his voice trails off while scrolling on his phone while walking closer towards me. "But this tiramisu from the cafe inside our campus..." he pauses again, his eyes still glued to his phone.

My heart is pounding so loud due to nervousness or the fact that he's stopped just a foot away from me.

"This photo tells me that Katharina Hayes, who happens to have the same initials as Kira Hankin, is you." He lifts his hand to show his photo that I posted in the comment section. I have to move my head backwards to put some distance between me and his mobile phone.

My eyes briefly glanced at the photo before focusing on Harrison's angry face. A few minutes ago, we were laughing and now his eyes are sending daggers towards me. I fill my lungs with the air he had stolen earlier.

"Fine, it was me. You're welcome. You don't have to thank me." I wink at him before turning around to leave. My self-control is hanging by a thread. If I don't leave, I might kiss him if he continues to invade my personal space.

"Not so fast, Kira...babe."

I freeze from my tracks but thousands of butterflies make their way into my stomach, making my heart flutters.

A smirking, yet still fuming Harrison steps in front of me, blocking my way. He lifts my chin up and moves his face closer until our faces are a few inches apart. His warm minty breath as well as the fire in his eyes send tingles all over my body. My heart is thumping so loud that I couldn't hear what he's saying until he snaps his fingers in front of my face.

"What?!" I ask, barely a whisper, disappointed that he didn't kiss me and at the same time embarrassed of thinking about it. I blink, swallow my saliva, repeat three times until I find my stability again.

"I said you will tell them that everything is a joke."

"Why would I do that? Aren't you happy I said what you should've told them?"

"That you are my girlfriend?"

I blush crimson red. I wasn't talking about that but on his failure to say no. Blink. Swallow my saliva. Repeat three times.

"No, I mean yes. I-I mean not me but K-Katharina," I stammer, tightening my grip on the strap of my bag.

"You want me to tell them that I have an imaginary girlfriend?" His face softens, clearly enjoying my discomfort.

I scowl at him, "For Christ's sake, what's wrong with you? Why do you always make fun of me but you can't say no to your so-called friends?" I can't help but raise my voice a bit.

Harrison's face hardens but I am not yet finished.

"You have the audacity to criticize my eating habits, how dare you," my chest is heaving up and down due to the pent up emotions I had for weeks. "Yet, you are allowing those people to abuse your so-called nice attitude." I make a quote gesture using my hands.

"You don't know anything about me. How dare you question how I treat my friends."

I cackle, "Your definition of nice and friend are distorted. Your need a real dictio—"

Without warning, Harrison grabs my right wrist and drags me inside the parking lot that I almost tripped. I'm big and probably as wide as him and think I'm strong enough to escape but his grip tightens. We stop in the passenger side of the black Audi. When he opens it, he pushes me forward to go inside but I am quick to hold on the doorframe.

"Chill, you could've asked me to go with you instead of manhandling and going so alpha on me." I hiss and glare at him.

He raises his eyebrow, moving his face to the right as a way of telling me to get in. "Will you come if I ask you to?"

"Touché."

"Now get inside," he says with a stoic expression and with so much authority.

"Geez, chill." I throw my bag at the backseat and strap my seatbelt. I shiver when the cold leather comes into contact with my bulging exposed stomach.I pull down my black crop top to cover my stomach, showing more cleavage in the process. I hear Harrison clears his throat so I look up. "Happy?" I pout. Geez, boys will always be boys.

He is looking at the hood of his car but I catch the smirk on his face before he walks  to the driver's side. We join the traffic without speaking with each other. I open and close my mouth multiple times like a fish but no words come out. His eyes are glued on the road, not glancing at me. I let the sound of vehicles passing by engulf our ride to God knows where. Coming with Harrison without knowing where we are going is a violation of two of my parents' rules.

(1) Never go with someone you don't trust without telling the security or any of the family members.
(2) Don't go with someone if you don't know where you are going.

Or maybe only one. Harrison is not my friend but my instinct tells me that I can trust him with my life.

Or maybe not, when the car stops in front of what looks like an abandoned house standing behind the tall dry wild grass. This is completely unliveable for humans but not for snakes and whatever creepy creatures you can think of. A category one typhoon will surely tear down this place in one blow.

"Is this where you're going to murder me?"

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Lovelots,
Alya