Poker Game |H.S|

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Estella Williams

I am still struggling to come to terms with the idea of Harry being a killer.

If Frank's son is Harry, then who could be Emilio's son?

"Who is Emilio's son?" I asked, with clear surprise and fear in my voice as a smirk grew on his face. I noticed dimples in his cheeks, and if I didn't know the truth, I would have thought he was a sweet guy. Now, all I see is a facade of a killer.

"Hmm... I'm not sure. Let's see, blue eyes, fake blonde hair, one of my friends. Any guesses?" He replied, his big devilish and mocking personality evident in his words.

As he spoke, I felt my heart racing. My suspicions about their identities were correct. I did hear their voices before but never these accents. The only blonde, blue-eyed person I had seen with Harry was...

"Niall?"

"Gosh! No way!" He laughed, somewhat critically. He took the mask from me forcefully, still wearing that mocking fake smile. He released his hands from the wall. After one last glance, he walked away and I heard the door slam making me jump one more time, leaving me alone in the dressing room.

I let out a breath I didn't realize I was holding. He had intimidated and scared me. How was it possible that a jerk like him could evoke such fear in me, similar to the fear I had towards my father? I had only ever been afraid of one man in my life - my father. Now, I felt that same fear towards an unexpected person - Harry. Should I feel the same about Niall? Is he just as dangerous? He warned me that he had no limits, and I needed to set my own. I felt completely lost in this situation. I had just finished dealing with one challenge, and now I had another nightmare.

As I stood in the same spot where he had pushed me, I realized my father was still waiting for me to leave.

I quickly placed my makeup removers back in the bag as I got prepared to leave.

***

It is eleven o'clock on a Thursday morning.

I am at school for a sports class. I am wearing a cyan hoodie and white shorts for the day. We are on the basketball field. The boys in my class are playing a round while us girls are waiting for our turn. None of the girls are people I trust sadistically. Everyone is sitting on the bleachers not talking as we were strangers or probably ghost in front of the other.

I am lost in my thoughts, trying to come up with an excuse to tell my friends about where I was yesterday. I decide to lie and say that I ate too much at dinner and threw up in the morning, so I was not feeling well. Harry is in my class playing basketball. Today he is acting like he doesn't know me, even though he scared me yesterday. I was like another white school wall for him today.

But no matter what he does or says, I shouldn't be afraid. He should be the one scared when I look into his green eyes. I am going to erase what happened in the past from my mind.

As I sit there, the silence between the girls feels strange. "Girls, are we going to act like strangers all year?" I ask, standing up. They all look at me and I continue, "Look at the boys, they are already acting like brothers. We look like silent ghosts."

One of the girls stands up and suggests, "why don't we all sit together and talk?" We all nod, make a circle and start getting to know each other.

Later, it is lunch time. I am going to meet Aurora, Sasha, and maybe Liam if he is not with his friends.