A teenager, Harper Hollick, has currently removed herself from the upper-class group due to a situation that triggered her flight, leaving her to be left alone. But she quickly found herself with outcasts, the lower class, except now they've found t...
But there's no one else for Harper, every other option here is an idiotic move. Unless she wants a future murderer who's probably already slept with the sociopathic girl. Love is no longer a silly game, it's no longer just to date who you want and learn from it, in that case, you could die. Now it's survival selection, who won't ruin your life?
The next day, on her car ride to school, she finds herself still curious about Alice, "So why did you bring Jackson into this anyways? I know you guys are friends but what made you tell him?"
"I don't know." She says in thought, looking over at Jackson.
He shrugs, "We're just close I guess."
She nods interestingly, "Yeah." She blinks, "I just...opened up to him about everything because it was so...easy. I trusted him more than anyone."
"I feel like you're more open than you know," Harper admits.
"Yeah." She agrees somewhat, tilting her head, "Except for the killing my father part. Other than that, I would tell a stranger anything."
"So what made you and Jackson so close? What made you trust him?"
She folds her arms, "Again with these questions, Harper?"
"I'm invested. Go on."
"Okay?" She sighs, "I guess because he listens well, we have the same humor? Once my dad caught me taking drugs, we came up with the plan together. Everything was connective, we were a team." She spins her head back to face her, "And he wanted you to join us because he felt guilty for not telling you."
"Wait." Harper pauses as Alice eyes her blankly, "You're saying he came up with this too?"
"Mhm." She smiles and looks at Jackson who doesn't move a muscle.
Sociopath...sss? What? Why would he do that? This isn't something a loser like him could come up with?
Harper grows very eager to jump out of this car right now. She doesn't care if she dies. Well, actually she does, but this is insanity. She almost can't believe what she just heard, she can't believe either of them.
She begs to go home in her head, to have all of this over and done for. She'd like to call the cops, boom, it's not her problem anymore, but it is. It has to be. For Landon.
But she'd like to find Landon, snatch him up right now, take him to his home, and flee from Andrew. Compromise with Luka. Get it all over with. She wants it the way it was before, after she had left Jackson, when she couldn't see the obvious signs that Malakai liked Aster and when Luka didn't point it out, when she doubted that he hated her and that his friendship was knocking on her door. She wants to see Aster staring hopelessly at Malakai, she wants Luka's loudmouth to clamp and ignore her again. To reverse every new touch from Jackson. She wants it all back, she wants her real friends back. She can't forget them. She never will.
Harper's body shakes with nervousness, trying to brush off Alice's response. Walking towards the school, she begins to remember where she's at now in life. Her mother had just apologized to her last night. Kenan's been acting much nicer since she's cried over stress to him. And she's become closer with the others. They're getting closer to Landon too, they're getting closer to saving a child from being kidnapped, taken up to Alaska, stopping it when it may have never been stopped in the first place had they never gone in that warehouse.
That's it. I'm just overthinking it, overreacting to these two demons. Specifically Jackson and Luka...I need to stop. Maybe I just need to talk to one of them and get it off of my chest.
...
Biology has finally stopped with the ruckus to Harper's head, finally rid of being attacked by small items now. It's like she reaccepted into the little clique of money bathers, but it's funny to her, knowing that she's not "all or nothing". Not even a little.
From there it leads to English again. And of course, Jackson makes her late, still trying to reason with her about what time is.
Telling my problems to him will get me absolutely nowhere.
Now she has to walk in front of everyone in the class, all the way down the aisle of chairs. She has to sit next to Luka when he usually has to sit next to her first. Her brain speaks to itself, little mini Harper's giving her suggestions on what to do. Angry mini Harper yells at her to slap him again, curious mini Harper tells her to ask him why, forgiving mini Harper already senses the case; forgiving mini Harper tells her to be all ears open for the truth.
She's quick to plop on her seat, avoid eye contact, and dive back into The Invisible Man once again. A person is speaking out words from the book but she's not focused on them. She can't shake the feeling of Luka's eyes burning on her skull beside her.
I have to know, says curious Harper, I have to ask him.
She turns to him suddenly and his eyes flicker back to his book, "Luka." She whispers in hopes he doesn't ignore her.
He continues evaluating that book like it's a criminal case.
Harper's body frumps and she crunches her brows, "Luka." She repeats louder.
The teacher coughs at her interruption to the reader and Harper sees her raised brows and gives up, looking back at her book. She huffs through her nose as she leans on her right fist, her hair uncontrollably falls like a curtain around the sides of her face, narrowing her vision to the book, caging everyone from looking at her.
I don't even know what I wanted to ask. Thank god he didn't look at me because nothing would've come out of my mouth.
There's a quiet, long pause of someone else starting to read the next page and the movement of her hair from the cold air blowing out of the ceiling vent. A variety of goosebumps form across her arms. Out of nowhere, the right side of her head collapses, feeling like one of those falling dreams, she jumps at the suddenness. She finds her arm has been removed from its position by Luka, and she looks at him angrily.
He lets go of her wrist with a repulsive expression, "I hate you. Do you understand?"
She batters her eyes at the hollow lie. So stupid she wants to laugh.
"Whatever you say." She replies boredly.
She can tell her reaction didn't exactly satisfy him, whether he wanted her to yell at him or tell him the same thing, she doesn't know, but he doesn't look content. She doesn't have to question who he is or why he's doing what he's doing, it's all right there inside of him somewhere. He's just as delusional as she was.
She finds it hard to give in to his crap, to hate him right back, because she wants to follow what her mother said. Talking is the only way she's gonna get somewhere. But she can't deal with his irritability right now, maybe she was wrong about how talking could help, it could just make it worse.
Harper would rather feel overwhelmed with all her little mini-me's. Now that it's obvious he's bluffing, forgiving mini Harper has proof, he can wait for a sunnier day.
A/N~ Poor Harper tho🙄
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