Protecting The Bad Boy

Chapter Seventeen

Hello! Bet you thought you'd have to wait longer for this (;

I'm trying to get back on my game, as hard as it is to find time to plan and write etc.

Especially this one! For some reason it took foreverrr to write but it was worth it (:

Anyway here it is! (It's probably best to presume that I no longer proofread what I post because I never have time lmao)

Song of the Chapter: Here - Alessia Cara

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Chapter Seventeen: Someone Better Break the News to Harry

There are many moments in life when you can predict what's going to happen next. It's not really a special talent, more like your brain piecing together certain details and figuring out the outcome before it actually happens.

This was not one of those moments.

Never in a million years would I have thought that Houston would have done something as stupid, as idiotic, and as imbecilic as he was doing right now.

I did however, have a strong feeling that someone would need to ring for an ambulance very soon.

"Cynthia! Why didn't you tell us you were having a party?" Mason shrieks; everyone knows that this kid loves a good party. None the less, now was not a good time for me to deal with two fools.

"Yeah girly what's up with that?" Em agrees before catching on to the look on my face. "Ohh... You didn't know either did you?"

I smile painfully and shake my head. "No, not at all."

Everyone shares wary looks, all silently trying to gage how mad I really was. My friends knew better than anyone how my rage could completely consume me at times.

"Mayb-" Archer starts cautiously before I raise up my hand to cut him off.

"Don't," I laugh humourlessly, "do not try to calm me down."

All five of them take a slight step back quickly.

"If you want to do something, then I suggest you all get the hell out of my way and let me do what I need to do."

"I-" Brett starts before Mason shoots him a 'man what the fuck are you doing' look and I flash him one of my iciest glares.

"Yeah you know what, go do what you gotta do." Brett smiles and nods nervously.

My jaw clenches and I ball my fists at my sides before starting to storm up the steps to the front door. My anger had started to reach new heights once again and I'm literally seconds away from exploding.

A boy whose face I faintly recognise from school whistles lowly at me as I pass him, but I shove him hard and he falls into the bush behind before he can actually say anything to me.

A herd of giggling drunk girls are all trying to squeeze through the front door at the same time when I reach it. I wait impatiently, trying my absolute best to not take my fury out on random strangers.

Once inside, my nose is attacked with the stench of cheap alcohol and sweat and there's loud dance music booming throughout the air. I can't see very much due to the fact that there's so many people all pressed up against each other.

I aggressively push my way into the living room and through a stroke of luck my eyes somehow find Jesse. He's leaning against the wall with a bottle of water in his hand talking to a blonde guy that I've never seen before.

As I make my way towards him I can't help but think of all of the possible ways that I could poison Houston.

"Jesse!" I shout.