A continuation of the original fanfiction by @youre_acutie_x.
Original Description:
"In an elite private school filled with sex, drugs, and corruption, the most popular girl, Megan Ryan mysteriously vanishes. In a turn of interesting revelations...
Chapter 20: lights are on and they've gone home, but who am i?
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ISABELLA
My body shook as I stood on Kyle's porch, my hand raised against his front door as I contemplated knocking. I hadn't planned on going that night, parties being a source of high stress for a social reject like me.
But, once I had received that text from Kyle- a cheeky yet persuasive message about needing my company, my resistance was hopeless. I hastily grabbed my Dad's car keys and showed up at the stupid party, cursing the stupid boy who I couldn't get out of my head.
Uncharacteristically, I had taken some time to consider my appearance, opting to wear my hair down instead of in the ponytail I usually gravitated towards. The green of my jumpsuit matched my Converse, and I had applied some blush, mascara, and nude lipstick before I left the house. I actually felt quite pretty.
I squeezed my eyes tightly shut before deciding that enough was enough. I had come all that way. I couldn't just stand outside for the entire party, and it would have been pathetic to just turn around and head back home. So, with bated breath, I knocked.
I don't know who I expected to open the door. Maybe Kyle. Maybe an underpaid and overworked butler. Maybe one of my classmates who would sneer or comment on my appearance. For whatever reason, I didn't expect it to be a strung-out Harry.
He blinked in shock, clearly surprised by my presence. I internally groaned, unsure of how to approach conversing with the guy. I almost wished that it had been Danny who had let me inside. Sure, Danny was about as interesting as a bag of flour...but, at least he was more approachable than Harry.
I think what made Harry so intimidating was how enigmatic he was, like a work of art. You could stare at Harry for centuries, bewildered by his unique beauty, and have no idea what was going on in his head. It gave him a sense of superiority, which gave him the upper hand.
The only time I had seen Harry at ease was when he was with Lennon. He was still closed off, still kept his cards close to his chest, but he was calmer, lighter. It seemed that Lennon knew Harry's cards... probably because he also kept her close to his chest, or rather his heart.
"It's you," Harry nodded, words slurred slightly due to whatever substance he had been snorting.
"Issy," I said, reminding him of my name.
He shrugged, a small smile on his face. "I know."
"Oh," I mumbled, sucking a bit of air through my teeth. "Just wasn't sure if you remembered."
Harry rubbed at his nose, brushing away any access white powder. "I do. You like painting...and you cried when you got your period."
I frowned, annoyed at the bittersweet memory that had just resurfaced. In second year I had gotten my period during P.E. I was twelve at the time, and while many girls had already gotten their periods...I hadn't. It was scary, especially considering that I was only ever raised by my Dad.
