Young But Real (5 YA Short Stories)

In Which He's Harrison Of A Bitch

Three weeks have passed since I walked out of Eloise's birthday party.

Loser, right?

I can't still believe I stomped out of the party after I threw the desserts. That line is so wrong in many ways.

Stomped out of the party.

Threw the desserts.

I've never done either of them before, but I did both in a span of two minutes. All because I let that 'Harrison of a bitch' get under my skin. I wished I would never see him again, but who am I kidding, we go to the same school.

Boo!👎

As if the one who's handling my fate hates me, I see him almost everyday. My body is alerted whenever he's around. Hearing his voice is like an alarm clock ruining my inner peace. I'm still not sure which one is better: him, ignoring my presence or the opposite. I wouldn't know the answer because he always makes his presence known.

"Hey, you're too big and blocking the way."

Someone has pushed me sideways, my left shoulder bumps on the glass wall outside of the cafeteria. I mutter a curse when the cup of hot chocolate as well as the two books I am holding fly out of my hands.

Please, hot choco, not on my—-

Argh!!!

I watch in horror when the cup lands on top of the books, spilling all its brown contents. My blood is boiling with rage. I look up, open my mouth, and ready to lash at the bastard.

"You!"

That's not me. Words die down my throat at the sight in front of me. Harrison in his blue jeans and white T-shirt is twisting a guy's hands behind him and forcing him to walk towards me.

Flabbergasted. That's what I feel.

Never in my wildest dream I would see Harrison acting like a bad boy. Having a gang leader as a brother, I guess, raises the bar of my definition of a bad boy. Why did I think that Harrison is only money, fame and panty-dropper gorgeous?

"Move! Apologize to her," he glances at me and although it isn't directed to me, I shiver at the anger radiating from his eyes.

My emotions are all over. My heart is dancing with the thought that he's acting like a knight in shining armour. I'm annoyed that he makes me feel like a damsel in distress and couldn't fight for myself. My eyes are gawking at the contracting muscles which are more defined than ever. And my messed up brain cannot fathom the reason why he cares.

"What the fuck, mate!" The guy I'm not familiar with, tries to peer over his shoulder and escape from Harrison but the latter is bigger than him, his biceps are screaming strength and melting the waistband of my panties.

"That fatso is — dammit!"

Harrison tightens his grip and twists his arms more, making the guy and me wince. His quick reaction on his words makes me speechless that I just stupidly watch the scene unfolds.

"No one has the right to bully her," says Harrison.

The f! Didn't he know he's a bully for three weeks now?

"Apologize, now!" I flinch as his loud voice booms in the hallway and all the students in the area watch us like we are a movie.

"Fuck, sorry!" The guy says in a pained expression but Harrison doesn't release him. "Fine! I'm sorry for pushing you."

"More," Harrison says, pushing the guy, making him take another step forward.

"What else? I already said sorry for pushing her," the guy says, annoyed but his face is pained. Surely, his wrists are bruised from the firm hold.