Bad Intentions

Chapter 3

Julian's POV

Things go on like this for weeks.
I mean, I try to be friendly...but he won't even acknowledge me.

I went grocery shopping and one of the produce bags ripped open and spilt my fruits everywhere, but did he rush to help? No. He stood at the end of my driveway, having returned from his daily run, and laughed.
When I went to retrieve my cookie plate, he slid it through the doggie door just to avoid talking to me.

What did I ever do to you? I wanted to scream.

But then I'd see him running around with Collin on the dying grass and forget everything rude he's done.

There was something contagious about his smile, the dimples, and the light in his eyes. I couldn't look away.
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Harry's POV

"So the party is tomorrow and you still haven't invited anyone" Dom says for the thousandth time as we raid the fridge for snacks.

"Keep your voice down, would you?" I gesture to my older brother, Jack, who's sitting on the couch with his son.

"Sorry, mate. I don't know how you're going to pull this off."

"All we need to worry about is how much alcohol to buy. And people will naturally show up. Especially with your big mouth running around town" I meant my words as an insult but he just smiles.

"Alright. Give me some cash and I'll buy the booze." He holds out a bony hand and I give him one hundred euros. His eyes go wide at the amount of cash and I shrug.

"You're not selling again, are you?" He whispers. I want to punch him.

"Of course not, you bloke" I shove him out the door without another word.

It's not like I'm ever going to tell him where I get money. No one needs to know that.
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Julian's POV

I'm broke out of a peaceful night of studying when loud music starts pulsing from the house across the street. I look out the window and people are pouring in and out of the house with cups pressed to their lips.

I shrug and bring my stuff to my room to try and concentrate. Dad left for work again today, and I have work tomorrow, and my final college acceptance exam is next weekend.

I successfully shut out the loud partyers for about three hours before a loud boom rings through the neighborhood.

I've had enough. I really have had enough of this dark haired guy and his bullshit. I pull on a sweater and leave the house, marching halfway across the street before stopping.

You can't just go in there, Julian. He'll kick you right back out. I think to myself. And my subconsience is right.

But I ignore my better judgement and continue walking. The moment my feet touch the stone pathway to the house, a blue haired guy jumps in front of me.

"Ayeeeee!" He slurs. I take a small step back. "What's your name?" Should I answer or should I run?

"Julian" I say. Something in his dimenour tells me he's not a bad guy. He shakes my hand.

"I'm Dom" he smiles and his teeth are suprisingly white for all the alcohol he's seemed to consume in his lifetime.

"Can you tell whoever's party this is to turn down the music?" I ask. He shakes his head.

"I'm so drunk that by the time I find him I'll have forgotten what you want me to say" Dom says before pressing his cup to his lips and taking a hearty swig. I scowl.