Past Convictions H.S/M.C. Sequel to "Convict"

Chapter 3

Harry -

Chloe stays home with me the rest of the week, not wanting to go back to school. And I'm not going to push her to go right now, what with that boy bothering her. Maybe I should just enroll her in an all girl school.

So, Saturday morning I wake up and take a shower, wanting today to be calm and nothing crazy happening. But with Chloe as my daughter...that's not very likely.

I head downstairs and into the living room when I see Chloe in her pajamas laying on the couch, watching some crazy love show.

"Exciting?" I sarcastically ask, knowing how much she hates these cheesy shows.

"If you don't mind, I'm busy." She snaps, but I can hear that her voice is tired. Okay, she's moody, tired, up early on a Saturday, and she's got the electric blanket in her lap. Period.

Yep, the beginning of a week with an extra moody teenage girl. Thanks to my daughters reproductive system to cause hell on earth for her and me. Me because I have to simply put up with her moodiness.

"I'm running to town real quick, need anything?" I ask her as I grab my keys.

She mumbles no and stares blankly at the TV. Poor girl.

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Chloe -

I hate my body, I hate that I'm a girl, I hate that it's the second week of the month, I hate my life. I hate my life.

I don't even know why I'm watching this stupid show, but I don't feel like watching cartoons. Now when my body is reminding me that I'm not a little kid anymore. Damn growing up.

Dad comes back from town an hour later, hanging his car keys on the hook in the kitchen and returning to the living room with two shopping bags.

"Here you go." He holds one out for me and I take it from his hand and glance inside. Laughing, I pull out a box of chocolate and a movie.

"Dad-"

"I know, I know, it's the boyfriend's job to bring you chocolate and all that. But no one ever said that dads couldn't do the same thing when you're feeling like shit. I mean crap. No, I mean...bad. You're feeling bad." Dad rambles and finally seems to have settled on an "appropriate" word.

"Okay...thanks, though dad."

"Scoot over." He lightly pushes me and I scoot over so he's sitting next to me, and he wraps his arm around my shoulders.

"Guess I should've put the movie in first, huh?" He asks, and I can't help but laugh. So, he pushes himself up from the cozy couch and puts the movie in.

He comes back over, sitting on the couch, and I lean my head against him as I lay down, trying to keep myself feeling as well as possible during all this.

His left hand reaches around and rubs comforting circles on my back and I can't help but feel sleepy. I woke up early, and being in a bad mood really does take it all out of you.

But trust dad to not go for the usual and pick a calm movie. He got a comedy. Thanks dad, now I definitely am not going to get any sleep...I'm laughing every five seconds.

But it's better than hurting.

And that's how I spent my Saturday.

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Miley -

I keep looking through the student's files. I've kind of got nothing else to do. I've got no social life, no real friends, I've just moved back to this town, and honestly there's nothing else to do.

At least I'll be well acquainted with everyone at the school. Knowing who's likely to cause trouble, who's usually the good guy and so on and so forth.

James Smith: a bad boy in every way. He's even been kicked out of the school before due to his terrible behavior. He's one with the ladies, apparently and gets sent home frequently. Why is this kid allowed here if he's so terrible? His only contact is his mom, wonder what ever happened to his dad? Was he some low life loser who just forgot about them? Most likely.

After spending most of the day reading through files, I finally get to the last file: Chloe Styles.

Wait, Styles?

I open the file and read through and see she's one of the most troublesome girls at the school. At it clicks. She's the girl who's dad I had to call when she ran off earlier this week. She hasn't been back to school since. So there's no way that she's...you know...because this is the girl with purple hair and the crazy piercings. There's no way.

I quickly look through her file to see her family contacts, where did found her dad's phone number. I was in a rush and didn't even look at the name. Frantically looking until my eyes read the only contact on the paper.

Father: Harry Styles.