Tell Me The Truth -H.S. AU

18

"You're fucking kidding." Harry retorts, almost looking like he's about to laugh at how insane a coincidence this is.

Emily and Ava have migrated back to the dance floor, leaving us alone at the booth to deal with the mess we just uncovered.

"Okay-" I mutter and turn to face him head on and shake my head trying to understand this. "I know why she's psycho, but what did she do to you?"

"We only dated for maybe four months, a year ago." He begins, looking uncomfortable, but I nod my head for him to continue. "I broke it off because we didn't really have anything in common and she started showing up everywhere I went." He leans toward me and lowers his voice. "She even sent a voodoo doll of me, to my house, with a pin stuck in its head."

A short laugh bubbles up from my chest against my will and I cover my mouth. Harry just stares at me with wide eyes, definitely not appreciating my reaction. I'm not laughing because it's funny, I'm laughing because it's exactly something I know she would do.

"Macy cried when I tried to throw it away- or burn it." He whispers to me, sounding sort of freaked out. "She still has it somewhere."

"Yeah, she is fucking crazy." I agree with him. "But she's not a witch, Harry, I think you're safe."

"Why is she your ex best friend? What happened?" He asks, ignoring the witch comment.

"She got jealous when I started dating Johnny and spread nasty rumors about me around school." I play with one of the rings on his hand that's holding onto my thigh. "Anyway, she obviously was a bad friend so I stopped talking to her and eventually her family moved a town over."

"What kind of ru-" Harry starts to ask but he's cut off by an all too familiar voice.

"Hi, Harry." Ashley is standing right behind me and I freeze, her voice makes my skin crawl. Harry glances up at her, and then back to me, before he says anything.

"What do you want, Ashley?" He asks her flatly, his tone harsh.

"Ouch." Her voice sounds so fake talking to him right now and it's eating at me. "I just wanted to see how you're doing. It's been awhile."

"Not long enough." Harry mutters, squeezing my thigh under the table.

"Who's your friend?" She asks and I can feel her eyes burning into the back of my head, probably recognizing the birthmark in my hair. The forever silver strip in the back that she had braided so many times when we were kids.

I slowly turn around to face her and she takes a step back when our eyes meet.

"Violet." She states, her eyes widen a little, shocked to see me. She regains her composure and her face returns to the fake smirk she always seems to have now. "I see you're still enjoying my sloppy seconds."

I stand up out of the booth to be face to face with her, so she doesn't feel like she has any power over me. I'm so tired of people making me feel that way.

"Would you stop? You're embarrassing yourself, Ash." I snap at her and she raises an eyebrow at me. "I didn't steal Johnny from you, like you told everyone I did, because you literally never dated. You had a crush on him in tenth grade but, he didn't like you back. Get the fuck over it, seriously."

"You always thought you were better than me." She steps forward, hissing her words into my face.

"No, I didn't!" I almost yell back at her. "You were my best friend! I loved you, and you betrayed me by telling everyone we know that Johnny cheated on you with me and that I was a whore."

She flinches back when I spit her own words at her, but just for a second before she steps up to my face again.

"You think you're special, Violet, but you're not." She sneers, her words cutting deeply. "You're just a sad, weird little girl who wants desperately to escape her boring life. But you'll never escape, will you? You'll always be white trash, because your daddy's a convict."