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— 22 | HOW YOU GET THE GIRL —
HARRY Hook may not know how to study school work, but there was one thing he knew what — who — to study very well, and it had a name. Cassia. He would spend hours of his day glancing and peeking at the girl every chance he could get.
He eyed every time she smiled, every time she spoke, and every time she glanced his way for the smallest of seconds. Harry Hook was hooked, in all words.
He tried getting her attention, but being flirtatious was never the key.
No one had ever defied his moves and that's what made Harry want the princess even more. Not only that, but he just loved the way his name would roll out of her tongue. A secret he would keep — it did things to him.
There was only one person who knew Cassia like the back of their hand, and that was Elliot Fitzherbert.
And though the pirate had pulled the small prank against Chad with the son of Rapunzel and Eugene, he still had a bit of 'rivalry' with the boy — only in his eyes of course. But this also had much to do with his ego, he wasn't used to asking people for help. Especially help with girls!
He was Harry Hook!
But even the most attractive fellows needed help sometimes; even if it pained them.
"Hey, uh, Elliot?" Harry rasped, catching the attention of the son of Eugene, never expecting to hear a call of his name from the Harry Hook.
"Oh, what's good, bro?" Elliot closed his locker turning his attention to the pirate standing in front of him.
"I need to ask yeh somethin'" It felt like a burn as those words left Harry's vocals.
Drop the ego dude!
"Sure. What's up?" Harry Hook? Asking Elliot Fitzherbert for a favor? That was new to the boy with green eyes.
The two boys walked across the corridors of the school, Harry not carrying anything while Elliot carried his backpack on one shoulder.
"Ye've known Cassie for a long time now, right?" Harry glanced toward Elliot, him having an idea of where this was going.
"Yeah." His lips tugged into a smirk. "Why?"
There was no possible way for Harry to say it so easily. It was as if a sword was being held to his throat, causing him to lose his voice and not speak out what he wanted to say. Or like a simple potion that burned his vocal cords completely.
