VIRULENCE | H.S |

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A/N: I missed you all...I'm so sorry I've been MIA...Been dealing with some things, but...I've got an update for you. <3 Are we ready?

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WHAT TO LISTEN TO:
Since U Been Gone - Kelly Clarkson
Black Out Days - Phantogram

Chapter Thirty Seven - Harry's POV

The sudden swerving of Chandler's range rover is the first thing that pulls me out of my intrusive thoughts as we speed down the back roads towards Callander.

It's the first time we've left campus since the incident involving Elton. I was yearning for a simple sliver of relief from everything that's happened, especially in regards to finally be free from the intrusive walls of the university. But, sitting here now, I've found that I've been met with the exact opposite.

In fact, the overwhelming feeling of angst is one that eagerly fills inside of me, rather than the hopeful emotion of peace I so desperately craved.

"Jesus, watch where you're going, would you?" I bicker out in a ruthless tone, rubbing my forehead from the abrupt impact of the glass window, due to the swerve.

"My bad!" He grins out, turning back up the wretched music he's forcing us to listen to.

I mean, out of all people one can listen to... he chooses Kelly Clarkson?

"Since you've been gone! I can't breathe for the first time!" He belts out exasperatedly, "Come on, now! Sing in with me, boys!"

"I'm so moving on, yeah! Yeah! Thanks to you, Now I get... What I waaaant!"

I roll my eyes at his horrific singing and try to blur out the less than subpar experience in the car—at least until we get to our destination. Though, with each verse, it's becoming harder and harder to accomplish.

"Oh, come on! You're no fun!" He pouts through the rear view mirror. "James, seriously? Not even you? Don't make me carry this chorus alone, I'm desperate over here!"

"Sorry, Chan." He shrugs, "I just can't really get in the mood to belt out early 2000's heartbreak songs when we're going re-up on our drugs with a guy who I'm half convinced is in the Scottish mafia."

Chandler chuckles and continues singing on, ignoring the implication of Douglass being in the mafia.

Though, I can't say I haven't considered that myself, either.

"We're not re-upping," I grunt in a cold-forced voice, publicly ignoring his comment about Douglass and his ties to the potential underworld. "We're doing one last deal, and then we're done...for good. Alright?"

"Right." Chandler pitches in, and then continues once again to sing his music.

"I'm serious, boys. We don't have a choice. We have to stay under the radar, it's risky even having this party at the pool house on Friday--- I'm beginning to think. Elton's death may be off our plates, but there's someone sniffing around and playing games. We don't know how much information they have on me, or any one of us---for that matter. I'm not taking any chances on any of us, okay?" I question rhetorically. "I won't let you both be subject to this stalker, it's enough that Catherine and I have to go through this."

They both nod, but I'm confident they're still a bit hesitant on ridding themselves of being dealers, especially since they are so fond of this of this side hustle.

I understand they enjoy the surge of dealing, but it's always confused me as to why they put themselves through all of this, just for a simple thrill. There's plenty of other ways they can obtain a thrill that doesn't deal with as strong of repercussions if they are caught.