The Bad Boy

Chapter 96

Stephanie's P.O.V.

        I can't believe I just said that to Harry. His hard gaze falters but then returns to his stone cold and blank stare. He's going to play like he didn't hear it or it doesn't hurt him.

        "It's true." I don't even know what's coming out of my mouth at this point.

        "So what are you trying to say?" Harry asks.

        "I'm trying to say that maybe I can't pick up the pieces this time!" I blurt.

        "Oh my god could you be any more cliche?" Harry asks. "I'VE written that line a thousand times. YOU'VE written that line a thousand times. This isn't a story Steph so grow up!" Harry says.

        "But maybe I want a storybook life." I reply.

        "You're with the wrong f****** prince." Harry just looks at me.

        I look back at him and we just stand there.

        "Everyone has the capability to be a prince of princess." I whisper.

       "You honestly believe that?" He scoffs. "DO you believe in the tooth fairy and santa clause to?"

        I'm so over this. "You know what? You're right! Not everyone can be a prince or princess! Someone has to sit on the curb and wave."

        He grins. "You are so pathetic you can't even imagine." He shakes his head and walks out the door.

Harry walks out the door and it slams behind him but not before grabbing his keys from the table by the door. I cannot believe he left.

"Ally?" I call.

She steps out of her room, shaking her head. "F****** dick."

I blink fast to pull my tears back. I'm not going to cry over Harry anymore. I'm done.

"Will you help me pack?" I ask.

"Pack what? For where?" Ally asks. "We both know how this is going to end."

"How would that be?" I ask, crossing my arms.

"Tomorrow he'll storm back in here and be hungover. He will have gotten in a fight, you'll wash the blood off his knuckles, he'll say something perverted, you'll kiss him, and then you'll be the one to apologize. Sotry. Of. Your. Relationship." She rolls her eyes.

"If you really believe that you can get out. Right now." I point to the door.

        Ally looks at me her eyes wide. "You don't mean that."

        "Oh don't I?" I raise my eyebrows, not lowering my hand.

        "I can't believe you're letting him do this to you." Ally says and flops down on the couch.

        "Do what to me?" I ask, dropping my arm to my side.

        "This! All of this!" Ally waves her hand around. "You're letting him rile you up and get you worked up. Then he leaves so he doesn't have to deal with his mess. And now you're going to get mad at me."

        "Just get out." I shake my head.

        "I'm not leaving." Ally says. "I'm also not affecting you in any way shape or form so feel free to go about your business."

        I turn and go into Harry's room. I dig the cardboard boxes out of the closet that I used to bring my stuff here. All of my clothees can fit into the bag. Most of my stuff is still at my mom and dad's house. I fold my clothes and place them in the box. Of course there isn't any tape in Harry's room and I don't plan on going out to the living room until I leave, so I have to steal one of Harry's bags. i dump all my clothes into the black duffel. Then I put my laptop, books and other small belonging along with my money into my backpack.

        "Where are you going?" Ally asks when I come out of Harry's room, carrying all of my belonging with me.

        "New York." I say simply.

        "No you are not. You're bluffing. You'll get to the train station, and wait a few hours before coming back here." Ally narrows her eyes.

        "Guess you'll find out your wrong the hard way." I shrug. I can't believe I'm doing this. I don't know what's going through my head right now but it's like the words have a mind of their own.

        I tell myself to keep one foot in front of the other. Soon I'm at the door which I open. I take my first step out.

        "You'll be back!" Ally calls.

        I ignore her and slam the door.

I'm so disoriented that I don't remeber even getting on a plane but all I know is I 'm on one now. I think I might be cold because of the open air vent above me but I'm to numb to tell or care. Some fifty year old lady with brittle bleach blonde hair and enougb botox n her face that if she'd smile it would crack is sitting in the seat next to me. She has been snapping her gum and typing on her phone with her fake nails since I sat down next to her.

"Have you ever considered dying your hair blonde, hon?" She asks.

I just ignore her. She waits for my response expectantly.

"Red is just so last season, and no offense but it's more of a fall color and it's summer right now so...." She says and goes back to typing. "Something like this."

She shoves her phone in my face and on it is a girl who has a spray tan and blonde hair that looks like a wig.

"You can ignore me but you can't ignore a fahsion feaux paux." She mutters under her breath. "I even have dye in my purse."

She stands up, (putting her plastic filled butt right in my face), and pulls down her gigantic sack of a purse. Then she flops back down and proceeds to bury her entire arm in the purse as she digs around.

"Here it is!" I look up to her face for the first time while she's talking to me. She has botoxed bubble gum pink lips and baby blue eyeshadow, and I also notice that seh smells like a baby prostitue.

She's holding a box of blonde hair dye up to my face. I'm sure there's enough chemicals in it to choke a horse, not to mention kill my hair. She drops it into my lap.

"You should go color it in the bathroom. It only takes like twenty minutes." She says, standing up and shoving her sack back onto the shelf.

"Let me just go dye my hair in a moving airplane's bathroom." I shove the dye back to her, fed up. "But thanks for the offer. I just don't care to look like I'm trying to relive my glory days as a prostitue who tries to hard."

I yank off my seatbelt and stomp to the bathroom as she looks at me in awe. I can't believe I just said that but I'm so over people today that I can't handle her. Hopefully that will shut her up for the rest of the ride. I go to the bathroom and return to my seat. The lady has shifted to face the window and is still typing furiously on her phone.

I pull out my earbuds and plug them into my phone, listening to P!ATD and Blink182. My new found obsessions. Once I catch her looking over at me but I glare and she whips back around. Eventually I fall mercifully into sleep.