Dark Song (Mature HS)

2

"He's rude and only thinks about himself," I sigh out, my sister looking at the beautiful arrays of flowers.

"But he's attractive as hell," Lena claims, my heart pounding.

"He probably knows it too. That's why he's selfish," I explain, but she just smiles and shakes her head.

"You're telling me, you don't even want to try to get with that boy?" she smirks, my eyes widening.

"Why on earth would I do that?" I ask, her laugh ringing through my ears.

"Because, it sounds to me like the tension between you two might become more than just tension," she tries, my eyebrows frowning.

"If you're implying that I'll want to have sex with him, then you're wrong. He called me a fucking bitch this morning. Right in front of dad," I say, her jaw dropping.

"What did dad do?" she wonders, my fingers grabbing a few flowers.

"Told him politely not to talk to his daughter that way. It still stung. I'm only doing my job," I say, her hand rubbing my shoulder in compassion.

"You are the sweetest person. Next time, deck him," she says, her solution to everything always involving my hand colliding with the cheek of the other person.

"Despite the fact he's a half a foot taller than me?" I say, her lips releasing a laugh.

"You'd get sued. Don't do that," she smiles, my lips curving.

We make small talk as we find the right arrangement for her centerpieces and accents, my thoughts elsewhere when she's buying everything. I start looking at daisies and smile at how beautiful they are, my fingers brushing the petals.

"Ready?" my sister calls, my head giving a nod. We walk to the restaurant across the street and enjoy dinner together, her eyes widening at something behind me.

"Shit, he's here," she whispers, my heart plummeting to the floor. "Just don't turn around and I'm sure you'll be fine."

I only nod and we finish eating with a conversation in whispers, her eyes flickering over to only what I assume is where Harry is sitting.

"He's staring at you. I'm not lying," she tells me, my lips pursing.

"Damn it," I groan, using all my will power not to look. I'm pleased with myself as I fight the urge and Lena quickly sits up.

"Run to the bathroom," she says, my body out of my seat in seconds. I make it in and look around, seeing a window on the top. A few seconds later, my sister walks in.

"I paid the bill. You sneak out and I'll bring the car around," she says, my head nodding.

I unlatch the window as she leaves, my fingers pushing the window open. Carefully, I climb out and make my way out. Lena pulls the car up and I get in quickly, driving away.

"He was ready to pounce on you if he could," she says, my heart racing.

"I swear, I have a target on my back now," I say, closing my eyes and calming my heartbeat.

"I hope you be careful. I'm sure he's a good guy deep down, but I've seen him in the news and stuff. He drinks, smokes, and probably has a lot of those go to girls like other rock stars. I don't want my baby sister to get hurt," she says, grabbing my hand and giving it a squeeze.

"Thank you."

She gives me a smile and we go back to her house, watching a movie together until her fiancée gets home. After that I go home, starting to figure out my plans for the weekend. First is the party Friday night, which I assume will be horrible because of the growing hatred between Harry and me.