𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑢𝑙𝑖𝑎𝑟 𝑔𝑖𝑟𝑙 || 𝐸𝑛𝑜𝑐ℎ 𝑂'𝐶𝑜𝑛𝑛𝑜𝑟 𝑋 𝐹𝑒𝑚 𝑂𝑐

11.

"Anyone believe him?"
Harper was unphased. Why should she be phased?
"God, no! They all laughed at him and told him to stop telling porky pies." Rory laughed.

"Good. I don't know what's gotten into him. He seemed like a nice bloke when I first came, but now he's trying to kiss me."

Rory looked beyond shocked. "So he actually tried to kiss you?" Her laughter became contagious.
"Yes! And he said that him being 12 wasn't bad!"
She burst into a fit of giggles with her friend.

"...Was it good." The girl was clearly joking.
"We didn't kiss you, weirdo!"

They heard a banging on the wall beside them and immediately shut up.
"Shut up!" Jj shouted from the other room. They covered their mouths in a plan to stop laughing.

It didn't work.

I Jj stormed into the bedroom. "Please, for the love of God, shut up!" He threw his head into his hands.
The girls pursued their lips.

"Mhm."
They both nodded vigorously. Jj just stared.
"As soon as I leave you're gonna continue aren't you?" He cocked an eyebrow and leaned against the doorway.

They shook their heads but eventually nodded and continued to laugh again.
It was hilarious because nothing was actually funny.

"Fine. I hope being here will make you two shut up." He sat in-between then on the bed.
It was an awkward silence now.

"...So, you guys into music...?" Harper awkwardly asked. Jj and Rory nodded.
"Yeah... My cassettes don't work here."
Harper continued to talk.

"Well. I'm gonna go." The brunette stood up and looked back at Jj and Rory.
Rory smirked. "Why? You gonna go sit on Enoch's lap again?"

Jj choked on air. "What?" He laughed in shock.
"Okay, so, I'm minding my business and what do I see as soon as I walk into Enoch's bedroom? Harper on his lap and his hand around her throat."

"You're making it sound worse than it was."
She shook her head and looked at the door.
"Enoch? Enoch as in Enoch O'Connor? No way." The boy buried his face in Rory's neck.

"Oh, piss off." She glared and began to walk away.
"Have fun!"
"Not too much fun!"

They could talk.
Last Harper saw they were in a bed together, his face hiding in her neck.

The last Harper saw was like 3 seconds ago.

I mean, it couldn't hurt to go see Enoch again, right?

"Hello."
She knocked and leaned on his doorframe.
"Back already, aye?" Enoch continued to rearrange the scalpels in his drawers.

"Shut up." She slowly approached him.
Enoch didn't turn any attention away from his tools.
"Do you still want me?"
Harper had no clue where this newfound confidence had come from.

There was a moment of silence.

He straightened his posture and clenched his jaw.
It was like he tried to speak but couldn't. He wasn't the best at keeping his composure.