That Girl.

Chapter 2.

I drive back to my apartment listening to the sound of my car rumbling. I walk into my nearly empty apartment and sit one the couch. I pull out my phone and decide to text Harry about our project so maybe we can meet up tomorrow and get it over with. Or maybe I just want to see him again.

Lexa: Hey, Harry this is Lexa

Harry: Oh hello :P

Lexa: So, I was wondering if you wanted to start that project tomorrow?

Harry: How about tonight?

Harry: Unless you're doing something tonight....

Lexa: Nope it's just me and Netflix ahahah

Harry: 3564 Clark ave. That's my address. My car isn't working so you should come by.

Lexa: Be right over.

I get in my car once again and put Harrys address into my maps. He doesn't live to far at all but he does live in a Frat house. Just when I thought he was perfect. I hate Frats so much. I drive the short distance and see a large white house that is as big as my whole apartment building. I get out and walk up to the door and knock loud enough for someone to hear me upstairs just in case Harry was in his room.

The door opens and my jaw drops and my palms start to sweat. The love of my life and the boy i'm trying to get out of my mind opens the door. "GIMPY" he says smirking knowing he's making me a nervous wreck. "Michael, I don't have time for your bullshit. Is Harry here i'm supposed to be picking him up" I said trying to avoid eye contact as much as possible. "You didn't come here for me?" he says with fake hurt. "Why would I do that? I haven't seen you since the night of the concert." I say hiding the hurt of that night. I see Harry right behind Michael. I am relieved I don't have to sit and talk to this piece of shit again.

"Hey, sorry I was taking a piss" Harry says whilst chuckling. "No, it's alright I didn't mind the wait" even if I wanted to punch Michael in the face the whole time. "Mike, I didn't know you knew curly" he says. "Gimpy and I go way back. It's been about 14 years now." he says trying to piss me off. "Why do you call her gimpy?" Harry says with a confused expression. "Lexa used to have this bad limp in high school and it was funny" Michael said laughing at me. "Let's go. Bye Michael it was so great catching up with you. We shouldn't do it again sometime" I sneered as I led Harry to my sad little car.

"I don't think you can fit. You're so damn tall" I giggle. Seeing Harry try and fit in my tiny little car was a sight to see. "Well, if we will be hanging out more you should get a bigger car" Harry jokingly said to me. "Or you can get yours fixed?" I said while raising my eyebrow. "Touche" he said so smugly.

"You know Mike?" Harry asked. "Yea. I used to be totally in love with him. He was such a douche to me. Basically treating me like a second class citizen since I was a theatre geek and he was the fucking male cheerleader." I say laughing. "I'm sorry babe. He's my roommate and I don't like him. He's a bit dodgy if i do say so myself" Harry smiles. He looks like a child when he laughs. His green eyes light up and his dimples pop out.

"Where do you want to go?" I ask not really caring where we're going because I just like spending time with Harry. "Let's go to the prettiest place you know of. I'm not from here but you are so you know where a cool place to go is" he smiles. We drive for a good 15 minutes and end up by my old neighborhood on a lookout that shows the whole city.

"This is the place I go when I want to think." I say looking out to the city.

HARRY'S P.O.V

She looked out at the city with a small smile on her face. The neon lights hitting her blonde hair making it green and purple. "Harry, what do you think of it?" I honestly thought it was pretty but I was looking at her and not the shimmering lights below us. "It's quite a lovely sight actually" I say but I was really talking about her. She wasn't your typical version of pretty. She had acne scars that were very visible and chunky glasses that hid her beautiful green eyes. Her body wasn't thin nor curvy but just perfect to hold. Her personality is what got me. She's so damn sarcastic and witty. Her car even showed her personality. An old beaten up orange bug with a bunch of band stickers on it.

"Tell me about yourself love." I ask wanting to get to know her so maybe this screenplay can be the best of the class. I always win or I am always the best. "What do you want to know?" she asks with a nervous smile. "Everything. We have all night." I say and watch her fiddle with the sleeves of her sweatshirt. She seems like the girl to hide everything.

"Well, since I want to write a damn good play I have to trust you." she laughs. She is great and maybe she sees things the way I do. "Okay, I'll start from the beginning." she huffs. She looks nervous. "I was born July 1st 1997. I was the biggest baby at the hospital that year. I was also born with a rare condition called Hip Dysplasia. The doctors told my mom that I wasn't able to walk or bear children," she says tearing up a little. "You don't have to keep talking. We can move to happier subject." I said trying to comfort her. "No, it's chill. We need to get to know each other right?" what she said suprised me. She is so damn cool. "Well, as you can see; I can walk. I had my first major surgery at 6 months old. After that I've had about 11 more. Acid baths, traction, reconstruction, and so much more. My first birthday was spent in a hospital." she tried to hide her tears through laughter. "I learned how to walk when I was 4. I was put into kindergarten and a private school and that's when I met Michael."

LEXA'S P.O.V

"We both had to stay inside because I had just had surgery and he was allergic to everything." I laughing looking back on those happy memories with him. "Well, that's all for tonight" I say. I'm getting a little tired and I don't want to bore Harry with my sobs stories. "We have theatre early in the morning. Do you mind if I just come 'round yours?" he questions with a little desperation in his eyes. "Why aren't you going back home?" I look at him confused. "Everyone is asleep and I hate everyone at that damn house." He says and his answer suprised me. "Sure, my apartment is small, I could take the couch and you can take the bed I guess" I said a little too nervously. "No, I will take the couch Curly" he is such a nice guy.

We drive back to my place in comfortable silence. I show him where everything is. It wasn't to hard because there is not much in it. "Thanks for letting me stay here love". He says so smoothly. "No problem, Loser." I try to be so cool. Hopefully it's working. "Goodnight Curly" he smiles. "Night loser" I walk away into my small bedroom.