Fix me|| HS

Chapter Sixteen: Touch

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Violet

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I was untangling the small knots in my hair with my fingers. Currently I was just wearing my pajamas; which are just short shorts and a plain tee. My hair brush was nowhere to be seen, so the only choice is to use my hands.

I'm alone at the bus with just Harry to keep me company. The rest of the guys went to go do their things, when to be honest I'm not sure what they do.

Supposedly they work at some store or something like that. It really never has made me curious to know how they get all the money to pay for everything, 'cause it's none of my business, but it has crossed my mind before.

I feel like Harry sells drugs, I mean he looks like a type of guy that would be involved with all of that. He has the badass looks and attitude to blend him in, so why not?

I went to the restroom to brush my teeth, and to change myself into some more descent clothes, or what I like to say presentable clothes. It only took me about ten minutes until I got out the restroom, going in the kitchen where Harry's in. He was preparing himself something to drink, which I believe is a kale shake. Harry drinking a kale shake?

"Good morning." I greet once I sat on a small stool next to the table. He doesn't answer, instead he just takes two big gulps from his shake.

"How can you like that?" I stick out my tongue as I crumble my face in disgust.

He placed the cup down before wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He let out a loud and smelly burp, making me roll my eyes at him.

"I just do," he casually says as he shrugged. "The same way you like makeup. There really isn't a specific meaning to why other than you just liking it."

I shrugged as well. "Good point."

My stomach grumbles, and a feeling on the pit of my stomach starts to spread around. I'm not hungry, damn I'm starving.

We haven't gone shopping for groceries lately, so the only option for me at the moment is either some scrambled eggs or a banana. I'm not in the mood for eggs, especially since I'm too lazy to cook them, so I'll just eat a banana. I grab the ripest banana on the small wooden fruit basket in front of me, and I start to peel it.

Harry is focused on his phone, every once in a while he would laugh a little before he typed. His thumbs would move in a fast rate, making it look like he's been practicing for the thumb olympics.

I began to wonder who's he texting, and as time passed I started to get anxious. I constantly moved in my chair, trying not to be a snitch. I've always been such a curious person, especially when I was younger. I used to press my ear against the door as I eavesdropped my parents conversation at the other side. Usually they would talk about work or something, but there were times whenever they talked about the complains they would get about my bad behavior at school with the teachers. I used to be a very hyper little girl, but as time passed I became shy and antisocial.

"Did you hear me?" Harry snaps at me, breaking my thoughts as I got back to reality.

"No, I was distracted." I apologized, sitting up a bit straighter.

He cleared his throat. "A few friends are coming over." His phone flashed, making him look back down at the screen, and laughed before putting it away in his back pocket.

"How many?" I asked, sounding a bit rude which wasn't my intention.

"Like three."

I nodded, not really caring how many were coming, plus I don't have the right to choose who comes since this RV isn't mine.

"Okay. I'll just be in my room." I casually say with a small sigh.

He narrowed his eyes, his lips pressed in a thin line. "They're fun to hang around with. You'll just be in your phone the whole time, and will be bored out of your mine. Be more social and put your phone down more often." He was sounding like my father now, thinking he knows what's best for me.

His phone dinged, so he pulled it out from his back pocket to text, again. He was getting on my nerves now, but I know I need to calm down or it could get worse.

He's telling me not to spend so much time in my phone when right now that's exactly what he's doing.

"What about you?" I snap at him, almost shouting.

He quickly looked up at me, and his face twitched in anger. "What about me?"

I stood off my chair, and was about to attack him with hurtful words. I'm tired of him being rude to me, and always treating me like shit. What have I ever done to him?!

But of course, I have to keep my mouth shut like always. He could kick me out of this bus, and I wouldn't want that. I have nowhere else to live because my last apartment has been taken by this Shadow guy, and I don't have enough money to get another place.

So I walk away; that simple. I just ignored his gaze, ripping my eyes from his evil stare and walked away. I heard him scoff at me, and it took me every inch of strength to not slap him across the face.

I went in my room, and started to get ready for the visitors. I just hope they aren't annoying and dickheads like Harry.

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"C'mon Violet!" Steph begs as she makes a puppy face. Steph is one of the friends Harry invites, the rest are just two guys; which I keep forgetting their names. She's been begging for me to play a game with them for over twenty minutes, but I kept denying.

They've played beer pong, thumper, suck and blow, 7 seconds in heaven and now they want to play spin the bottle. I've watched them play every single game on the couch as I quietly sipped on my beer. All three of Harry's friends are slightly drunk, and I think Harry is starting to since he's been so cheeky and has been laughing a lot.

"Okay." I finally gave in so they won't annoy me any further. I sat on the floor, getting in the circle they've been in.

We played for a few rounds, and when the two ends of the bottle landed on two people, they had to chug a whole cup of beer. Everyone got a chance to chug a whole cup of beer, and it landed on me at least five times. I could feel the alcohol kicking in, making me a bit dizzy, and the colors around me a bit sharper.

The rules of the game then changed, and when it landed on someone, we have to kiss the person that's landed on the other end of the bottle.

One end of the bottle ended on me, and the other ended on one of the guys. He smirked once his eyes landed on me, and he scooted a bit closer. He's attractive, I won't lie on that, but he's too short for my taste. I feel like I would be the man of the relationship instead of him.

I didn't want to kiss him 'cause he's a stranger to me, but the alcohol in me thought otherwise. I wrapped my hands behind his neck, and he attacked me with a passionate kiss. He moaned once the kiss started to get rough and sloppy, but then it stopped.

I felt him rip away from my touch, and I saw him knocked down on the floor. Harry had pushed him, and anger in all you see in his now dark green eyes. Harry got on top of the guy and started to constantly punch him on the face.

Blood poured out of the guy's face. Harry yells, "Don't you dare touch her!"
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Hey! Sorry I didn't update in a while. I had projects built up on top of me and I was failing on two of my classes. I also got sick, and my b-day was on last Thursday October 1st.

Hope you enjoyed!

All the fooking love
-WaleskaRomo