the book report

21

Me and Joan walked out, my forearm wrapped in bandages. Joan also bandaged my ankle.

Harley walked over to me and hugged me.

"Shit Are you okay?" Sasha asked thoughtfully.

"I'm fine, Jacob slashed my arm."

Sasha nodded softly.

"I have a plan." I said.

"If there's 2 killers, there has to be more. We can lure them here and then kill them all at once." I said, stuttering every once in a while. Everyone nodded slowly. I walked into the kitchen and looked around.

"We shouldn't do it here." I said sternly.

"And why's that?"

"Well, we already fought in a house before, and someone died because of that. So, we should go somewhere else."

"Okay, first of all, why would we need to go somewhere else? The house here is fine. It has plenty of open space to beat their asses, and second of all, Lola died because she didn't see him. Even if we did go somewhere else, where would we go." As she said that, she was rummaging through a few drawers to find any weapons. She came across a locked drawer.

"We can go to the grab n' bag around the corner, it abs plenty of space to hide and attack. Plus, if we figure out how to use the volume panel, we can make a loud noise, at least loud enough for all the killers to hear. Then we can lure them there."

I grabbed my pocket knife and fiddled with the lock.

I sighed loudly.

"Okay, fine. We can go to the grab n' bag." I said, a bit loudly. After I fiddled with the lock a little, I finally opened the drawer. I gulped as I pulled it open.

It has many weapons for combat. Guns of all sizes, daggers, some machetes, two small hatchets, a plastic bag for suffocating someone along with some rope, and a few small sticks of dynamite. I gulped and looked around the house. In a guest room there was a duffel bag. I grabbed it, and it felt loose. Perfect.

I ran back down then un-attached the drawer from the counter and slid whatever was inside the drawer to the duffel bag.

"Holy shit." Joan said quietly.

I looked up at her. I know she was scared of the dynamite.

"We'll only use the dynamite if we have to, okay?" I said, reassuring her.

She nodded gently.

I walked into the living room.

"We're going to the grab n bag down the street." I said with a low voice.

"Why?" Harley asked.

"Cause we need to." I said politely.

I had a lot on my mind that I forgot about Harley. She had her hair down, and whenever she walked it bounced up and down on her shoulders. She wore a plain white shirt with a overall-ish dress with 3 inch straps on either sides over her shoulders. The design on it was a plaid brown and darkish tan. Her dress part was a bit short, about 8 inches above her knees.

Her big brown eyes were noticeable from 3 miles away, they were so pretty. She had big red lips that shined from putting on clear lipgloss. Her teeth were sharp and white. When she smiled I wanted to kiss her. I couldn't get myself centered to her hips. I loved everything about her.

"Can me and Harley have a minute?" I asked to everyone.

Everyone nodded, then I took Harley's hand and went upstairs to a random room.

Me and Harley walked in.

I sat on the bed and played with my hair, refusing to look at Harley. I knew I called her in here, but I didn't know what to say.

"What's wrong?" Harley said softly, sitting next to me.

"Fuck." I muttered to myself.

"Why? Why do you like me?" I asked, not looking up.

Harley's eyes softened. Her whole body became loose.

"Because.. I just do."

"See, thats the problem, how do I know if your not lying."

Harley was about to reply before I said something else.

"You could have chosen anyone but... but.. me.. I mean, why would you want to be friends with me, let alone girlfriend. You're popular, and pretty, and you're friends with everyone. Your so nice to everyone, and you look amazing all the time. My eyes, their weird. Their pale. Your eyes, their dark brown, the best colour to have as eyes. You're hair is always nice, curled or straight. Mine is frizzled and dangly. You're waist, it's the perfect size. Mine is so slim. Everything about you is so good, even your voice. You could date anyone, but, why would you want to date.. me?"

Harley took a moment to answer the question.

"Because, Sidney, I love you. You're fucking beautiful. You're eyes are as light as the sky, I love you're crazy, red, hair. You can do anything with it. And I love you're body, even if you're waist are slim or your arms are tiny. And when I hear you're voice, I can't tune it out. It's addictive. You're addictive, Sidney."

I looked up to look Harley in the eyes. She was rubbing my back as she said that, and her cold hand was still on it.

She leaned in and pressed our foreheads together.

"I love you. Sidney Adams. I wouldn't want to date anyone else." She said softly.

I couldn't help but smile.

Harley pulled her forehead away, then inches closer to me.

When she was close enough. She reached her hand out and stroked a strand of hair behind my ear.

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