Disposable Teens

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"Is that..."

"I'm not sure..."

"It can't be..."

"She's in the institute..."

"What's she doing here..."

"What the fück..."

Harley Jack smiled, flashing her small teeth as she approached a group of gossiping students.

"Hey there kids, would one of you dolls mind showing me the office?" She asked brightly, ignoring the way they all trembled with fear at her mere presence. She quickly grew impatient with their stunned silence. Advancing towards a quivering boy with thick glasses, she brought a hand up to his face and caressed his cheek.

"Sweet cheeks, I asked you a question. Why ain't you answerin'?" She drawled in her southern accent. The young boy gulped in fear and stuttered incoherently. Harley sighed and slowly removed the glasses off the boy.

"Don't touch-" I brave girl spoke out from the group but Harley silenced her with a single, emotionless, glance.

"What's your name sweet cheeks?" Harley asked the boy.

"G-George." He stuttered. Harley nodded and breathed on the lens of the glasses before beginning to clean it on her shirt.

"Nice name Georgie Porgie. My name's Harley, as in Quinn. You already knew that, didn't you Georgie Porgie?" She smiled seductively and George licked his lips nervously.

"Y-yeah. I already knew." He nodded and Harley smiled at him, breathing into the other lens and fogging it with her warm breath.

"So chances are you already know where I've been the last nine-an'-a-bit years, hm?" Her voice was still slow and playful, but her eyes held trouble, as if George was on ice that would splinter with one wrong footing.

"I've h-heard things." He admitted. Harley rubbed the lens on her black top, cleaning it perfectly.

"Good, good. You see, I think it would be in your best interest to show me where the main office is Georgie Porgie. Don't you?" She asked innocently and looked up at him with doe eyes. He gulped again and nodded.

"Yep, um, sure. I will." He said frantically as Harley slid the glasses back onto his face, one hand lingering in his cheek.

"Why thank you so much. Such a gentlemen." She gave his cheek a rough pat and then looked at him expectantly when he didn't move. "Well come on then, sweet cheeks, lead the way." This time her voice held a tad of menace, which George picked up on quickly.

"Right, o-okay." He jerked away from Harleys hand and walked backwards into a bin. "Th-this way." He turned around and clasped his hands in front of him, his knuckles whitening. Harley turned around to the group of the students she infiltrated and smiled.

"Ain't he just so darn sweet. I think I'll keep him." She smiled even wider at their looks of horror and fear for their friend. The girl who spoke out opened her mouth to retaliate but Harley beat her to it. "Watch your tongue girly, or I'll add it to my collection." She threatened, still keeping a smile plastered to her face. The girl instantly closed up and Harley turned with a flourish, following the poor George up the stairs and into the school.

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"Miss Jack, you are a new student here, yes?" Mrs Durkan addressed her over the top of her glasses. George had led her straight to the office and made a speedy getaway once the secretary had addressed her.

"That'd be right." Harley replied. Angela Durkan was already wary of the girl in front of her. She supposed that if the girl weren't a raging sociopath, then she might've shown her some sympathy, being the new student halfway through term 3. But Angela Durkan knew that Harley Anne Jack would have no trouble whatsoever in finding a place at Deep Creek High.