The Bad Boys Girl (H.S) Rewritting

Chapter 13

I get inside my car, and put the key in the ignition, I would not know where Harry would run off to, but I drive.

Driving because I needed to breathe, as I pull out of the driveway, I see my dad from the front door, it looks like he was talking to my mom, there was a frown placed on his face but I didn't care.

I zoom down the road and into the next intersection. Never in my life have I thought about running away.

Tear's wile in my eyes, because he didn't even look at me.

I immediately wiped my tears, and focus on the road. My mind was blurry with thoughts and kept painting a picture of Harry's face and the way he looked when he walked out of the house when just 30 seconds ago he was smiling.

I was driving down the highway now, not knowing where I was going.

Maybe I should just travel, I thought. Surely it would be a great time, I remember being younger we would travel a lot, and my mom took me to see museums around the state just to get out.

I miss those times when I was a little younger, I didn't worry about much back then. Now I have so many things to worry about and here soon, a job. At this single moment, I didn't want to be a little girl anymore, in fact, I wanted to be an adult, be treated like an adult, have a boy over to meet my parents, and stay for dinner.

Maybe I should go and get one right now, or a tattoo, surely my dad wouldn't like that.

I turn the music up in my car, blaring rock music. I keep my hands on the road. I don't know why every song kept pointing back to Harry, when I barely knew this man, he was the first guy that came to my mind.

I turn off the highway and start driving at normal speeds again.

I needed to go before I regret my decisions. I found myself driving slowly, looking at the houses around me. Until I see Harry's house over the hill. His black Camaro was parked out front.

I slowed the car down soon enough before it can come to a stop, I take a long sigh, undoing my seatbelt slowly. I knew that I was slightly nervous, but then again, he can't do anything, he showed up at my door without my permission so I can do the same with his.

I turned off the ignition and grab the keys before stepping out the door. I pushed my feet to go towards the house, slowly trying to think of what to say.

There was so much I could say, but I yet have come to my senses to confront it, but I guess now was the time.

I walk up the short staircase, watching my step. I got closer to the door, before reaching up. My hand hesitated for a moment before actually knocking.

I waited my hands shaking, I felt like I could hear someone coming towards the door, and soon it opened. An unfamiliar face was shown. He had a 5 o clock beard, hair was messy falling into his face, and his face looks dull and exhausted. He was an older man, his face almost looked like Harry's, but just the difference was his eyes were brown, and he had facial Hair, you could also see a slight cut on the side of his cheek. Along with a faded black eye.

"May I help you?" He slowly spoke, irritation playing over his face. As he spoke you could see that he was missing a few teeth.

"Is Harry home?" I croak, at the stranger wishing Harry would have been the one to open the door. 

he rolled his eyes, rudely.  Hollering over his shoulder aimed towards the staircase. "Harry, someone is here for you."

I gulp as there was this awkward silence. The way the man carried himself felt so dangerous. I didn't want to say he does drugs, but it was written all over his face. It looked like he had scratches and pimples forming all over his face, I wonder what the Dean thought.

"Who could be here for me?" Harry said stomping downstairs with a large black bag of trash in his hand and before I knew it I was staring into the eyes of a broken boy.

The sluggish way he moved to the door, the way his eyes burned into mine, a confused expression on his face about why I was here. Harry nodded once at the man, walking away, leaving Harry and me alone. He stepped outside looking at me. His eyes never left me, which made me sort of small.

"What?" His voice is low, he drops the bag by the staircase, crossing his arms tightly around his chest.

"I'm sorry about my dad." I apologize.

"It's whatever, I shouldn't have even come." He looked irritated.

it was growing dark outside and the porch light flicked on.

"Well?" He said getting annoyed. He was upset.

"I'm checking up on you," I spoke, matching his tone.

"I don't need you to check up on me." He said rolling his eyes. "What did I say, stop worrying about me."

"I care," I said I didn't even have the energy to argue with him, I looked down at my feet, maybe I should just try and be friendlier. If I wasn't already. "even though you don't trust me, Harry, I still manage to care about you, and what irritates me is that you already know."

He pushes his hand through his hair, breaking eye contact with me again. He licks his lips before speaking.

"What are you trying to say? That we are friends?" He said confused, but with a frown still on his face.

His words made me sad because I thought we were beginning to be.

"You have a lot on your mind, I know it," I said, it was true. He had crazy mood swings. Which he always takes out on me, something had to be bothering him. I could tell his eyes softened, but his jaw was clenched.

"Stop acting like I'm your boyfriend or whatever," He closes his eyes, trying to calm himself down. "Just go home."

"I wasn't trying to be, but  I just know you're upset, and it's my fault, I can tell," I observe his face but it was unreadable. "Harry?"

He rolls his eyes, "What, Sarah?" The irritation in his voice showed.

"Can we be friends?" I questioned. From what I saw he wanted to be my friend.

he answered. "Why would I want to be friends with someone like you?"

"What do you mean, someone like me?" I frown, "you have been misjudging me ever since we started talking."

He crooks his head to one side, scanning over my face. "Well, you know what Sarah? Life isn't what the fairy tales always say, there isn't a happily ever after, and no one is perfect, so stop trying to be!" He growls, Placing his hand on his head, pacing back and forth now, on the porch.

"I wasn't trying to judge you.. and I wasn't trying to be perfect." my tone much softer now. I was starting to feel let down because we were just fine. "I'm sorry if I was, but I was trying-"

"Stop apologizing and just go," His eyes haven't met mine, not once since I've been here.

"I'm trying, Harry!" I said yelling back, walking off the porch. I could feel his eyes on me. I turn around. "You ruin my day, assuming I stole your personal belongings, I didn't even read it, I bring you into my house, to be a friend, for you to be a dick?" I could feel the tears coming, along with the small lump in my throat. "You're so selfish! I wish you learn from your mistakes."

"I've learned and I'm still learning." He mutters.

"Aren't we all?"

With that, I turned around, but my arm was gripped by him 

"Wait." His voice barley is is is is audible. His eyes finally met mine, "I'm just angry, okay? I have so much I'm dealing with, and you are making it hard."

"Do you, Harry."  my tone was way was was was softer now than before. My heart was pounding after raising my voice at him.

He didn't say anymore after that, I walked back to my car.