Aiden & Harlow (Wattpad version)

Well, sh*t

Jag

My phone rang while I worked on a bike. I didn't answer it since I was changing the oil. I'll call the person back. I moved an oil pan underneath, draining out the oil.

Roc stuck his head out of his office. "Jag!"

"What?"

"Krista's on the phone!"

I grabbed a rag and cleaned my hands, then went into Roc's office. I grabbed the receiver.

"Whoa! Slow down."

Damien came to the doorway as Roc stood there.

"What do you mean he knows the truth? How the fuck did he find out?"

I listened to Krista talk in between sobs.

"Baby, it's okay. I'll send someone to pick you up. Yeah, I love you, too." I hung up the phone. "I need someone to pick up Krista. She and Aiden got into it at school. She told Aiden the truth about his grandparents."

Roc and Damien glanced at each other.

"I'll have Elise pick up Krista," Roc said.

"I need to leave."

Roc nodded. I ran to my bike and got on, then drove away. Aiden didn't know the truth about Krista's parents. How do you tell a kid that their mother lied to a psychopath, and he was the one who killed their grandparents?

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Aiden

I pulled into an open area off the highway and turned off the bike. I swung my leg over, then helped Harlow off the back.

"Well, it's a good thing bikes don't scare me." Harlow grinned.

I scoffed.

"So, you can't tell me, or you can brood. It's your choice."

I shoved my thumbs in my jean pockets. I licked my lips and bit my bottom lip. "I found out someone murdered my grandparents."

Harlow raised her brows.

"My mom and I argued. She told me what happened to my grandparents, then told me to leave. Great, isn't it? She kept this secret from me, then kicks me out." I chuckled. "My mom, who wants honesty, lies to me. Isn't that fantastic?" I spread my arms apart, then lowered them as my smile disappeared. I clenched my jaw and pressed my lips together as tears spilled.

I didn't understand why my parents wouldn't tell me. I wiped my nose with the back of my hand and sniffled. I couldn't look at Harlow.

Then she did something unexpected. She hugged me, and I broke. I held her tight and buried my head into the crook of her neck. Harlow rubbed the back of my head. 

Comfort is a strange concept. You don't want it from many people but certain ones. It's when you feel safe in a chaotic existence.  I craved the comfort now.

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Jag

I drove down the highway until metal gleamed in the distance. I increased my speed and pulled into an open area to find Harlow comforting Aiden. I turned off my bike and watched them.

I was more astute to situations and people. It stemmed from my childhood. Aiden kept his hands on Harlow's back.  A bad boy doesn't keep their hands on a chick's back without grabbing her ass. His stance was needing comfort.

Then I thought about his actions towards Harlow. When we introduced him to her the day, she was born. He would tease her but never touch her. When she kicked him, he didn't retaliate. Every get-together or function, they would bicker, but Aiden would smile. He hid his smile from others, but I caught it. Aiden's locker would end up near Harlow's. He would complain but never change lockers. I chuckled to myself, knowing why.