-Harry's pov-
"What the hell is wrong with you?" Damon, my brother, demanded. I scowled at him.
"What the fuck are you talking about?!" I snapped, but I knew exactly what he was talking about. He was talking about when I asked Juno to show me around.
"You know exactly what I'm talking about, Harry. You can't get involved with girls. They screw everything up! A few one night stands-"
"Just because you think of women as toys does not mean I have to!" I shouted at him. "They raised us better than that!" I pointed to the kitchen where my parents were, probably listening.
"I don't think of them as toys! I just think they screw everything up when you get attached to them! You can't bring that innocent girl into all our shit, Harry! You know that!"
"I'm not going to bring her into it!"
"Boys! Car now!" Our dad came in and yelled at us. We knew what was coming. Whenever me and my brother fought my dad would bring us down to the gym where he taught us to box, and he would make us fight out our problems. Even just the smallest of fights. I don't know why he thinks this helps, but there's no point in arguing with him.
Damon and I walked out to the car and jumped in. I hated doing this. I felt like I was twelve years old. We drove in silence down to the gym. I forgot the gym was in a whole other city, so my dad drove us down to the new one here he already had a membership for. Our dad is just prepared like that.
I was actually kind of grateful. Boxing is a release for me, and punching my asshole of a brother in the face is a bonus. I hopped out of the car once we came to a stop. I peeled off my shirt and put on my gloves. I thought about how we were forced to move here. I thought about all the stares we got. All the people whispering. I hated it. I hated the attention. I would rather hide myself in my room for the rest of my life and not let anyone see me.
But then Juno's face floated into my mind. She was so different. She wasn't caked in makeup and she didn't have bright showy clothes on like all the other girls did. She was simple and shy and cute. I liked the way her brown hair turned into ringlets at the end of her ponytail and the way her blue eyes had so much depth to them. I started to wonder what her smile looked like. I could see all the pain in her eyes, though, so I'm pretty sure she wouldn't be smiling anytime soon. Unless I made her smile.
I had a new goal. Make Juno smile. I smiled slightly until a glove knocked me on the side of the head. My head snapped up to Damon's face whose looked exactly like mine, but our minds are so different. We boxed until all the built up energy left our bodies, leaving us drained and we went home.
-Juno's pov-
I was slammed on the ground by an invisible force. I tried to scream, but my throat was raw and I couldn't. I squirmed around as the invisible thing above me reached into my chest and pulled my heart out. I watched as it held the still beating and bloody organ in its hands. Then a bright light came and the sky opened up. Down came an angel with sparkling green eyes and curly chestnut hair. The demon, or whatever it was, let out a blood curdling scream and lunged at my beautiful angel.
I woke up gasping and sweating, heart beating like mad. My heart. I placed a hand over my chest and felt a quick thump thump. I breathed a sigh of relief and laid back down in bed. Tuesday. It's only Tuesday. The thought saddens me, but I still manage to make it out of bed.
I pulled on a navy blue T-shirt and black jeans with my converse. I put on a bit of foundation to cover up my newly grown zit on my chin. Stupid little things. That's the most makeup I've ever worn. I pulled my hair back into its signature ponytail.
I walked the couple of blocks from my house to the school in a few minutes, but I was still late. I casually walked through the empty hallways to get a tardy slip. I never really cared about being late. I was late for everything. I got a slip and made my way to English.
"Late again, Ms. Foster?" Mr. Baxter asked. I gave him my slip and quietly slid into my seat beside Kylie. I felt someone staring at me and I turned around to see two sets of bright green eyes staring at me. It was kind of a startling sight, really. Harry's brother immediately looked away, but Harry kept his gaze on me. I cringed under his intense eyes and turned back around.
"Harry, maybe you'd like to read this quote from Sonnet 18?" Mr. Baxter asked when he caught Harry not paying attention. I said a silent thank you to god that he didn't call on me. Everyone whipped around in there seat, eyes focused on Harry. He didn't look away once as he recited the quote Mr. Baxter read seconds ago.
"Shall I compare thee to a summers day? Thou are more lovely and more temperate. Rough winds do not shake the darling buds of May. And summers lease hath all to short a date," he said slowly and sweetly. I looked at him, breath taken, as did most the girls in class. But he was looking right into my eyes.
I felt so girly at that moment, it made me sick. I couldn't help it though. The way he read that made my heart race. God, I'm stupid. I mentally rolled my eyes at myself and all the other girls drooling over Harry. I turned in my seat and faced the board where Mr. Baxter continued with his lecture. No one was paying attention though. All female eyes were still longingly focused on Harry. I crossed my arms and still felt Harry's stare bore into my back.
