The Dark Side of the Moon

Chapter 3

I slowly put my key in the ignition. As we pulled out of the parking lot I still couldn't figure out exactly what I was doing.

"I hope you have good music." Harry says as he leans down and opens the glove compartment.

I stay silent.

"What is this." He says.

I don't bother looking over.

"You have nothing! No music at all!" He exclaims.

"I'm aware of that, Harry." I say.

"Of course you are." He mutters.

"There's a reason the radio was invented." I defend.

"Radio is shit. Luckily for you, I come prepared."

I look over to see him digging his hand down into his deep jacket pocket. He pulls out his phone and a long cord just before I concentrate back on the empty road ahead.

"Harry I don't really want to listen-"

"Trust me. It's great." He reassures by cutting me off.

He leans down to the center console searching for a plug. As he reaches out, his fingers brush my thigh. I automatically tense at the contact.

Harry moves on, obviously unaware or unaffected. He hooks his system up and unfamiliar music begins playing through my stereo.

As he leans back, he brushes his palm on my knee, a purposly done move. I begin feeling a little nervous, but the feeling goes away as I look over to see Harry leaned back in his seat, sitting on his hands giving me the most boyish, mischevious grin I've ever seen.

"Oops." He popps, still grinning.

What is he doing. What the hell am I doing. Focus Beth. This is you running away. Not you going off on some romantic adventure.

"What are we listening to?" I ask, trying to divert my mind.

"You can't be serious." He says blankly.

"I can." I laugh at how offended he looks.

"The Arctic Monkeys. One of the best indie rock bands to ever exist." He recites as if a passage from the Bible.

"Never heard of them." I quip

"Who are you?" He asks.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" I smirk and as I look over I wink at his shocked face.

Two can play at his low key game of seduction.

"Actually, I would. Question game time." He grins.

"Are you secretly in the 5th grade?" I ask because he honestly could be with his boyish charm and joking manner.

But then I look again and mentally shake my head at my question. No way in hell could the guy beside me be in the 5th grade. His body was lean, long, and toned. His boyish curls were countered by the way he sexily ran his fingers absentmindedly through them every so often. And he held himself with confidence and sex appeal that exuded from his whole body.

"Is that your first question?" He jokes.

"No. You go first I guess." I sigh.

"Whose in the 5th grade now?" He winks and I forget for a moment that I'm in charge of a piece of heavy machinery. "Alright, where are you from?" He asks.

"Cincinnati." Is my monotone reply. "What about you?" I ask easily.

"Cheshire, England. Born and raised, but more recently, Springfield." He answers.

"Why Springfield?" I ask, honestly curious.

"Uh uh uh," he clicked his tongue at me, "you have to wait your turn!"

I rolled my eyes.

"What kind of music do you listen to?" He asks.

"None. Now why Spr-"

"What!?" Harry exclaims suddenly, lunging towards me, making me jump and swerve the car.

"Damn it Harry! You can't fucking do that! I'm trying to drive!" I yell at him.

"Yeah, yeah, sorry. But come on! You just told me you don't listen to music!" He says, trying to reason his knee-jerk reaction.

"Exactly. Quite a simple thing really when, for all you know, I could have told you I have trash bags full of dead bodies jammed in the trunk." I say.

He looks over and says, "One, I thought we already went over me believing that you aren't a serial killer, and two, your trunk isn't big enough for trash bags of bodies."

His witty replies were going to make me pull my hair out.

"It's still my turn, Harry. Why did you move to Springfield?" I ask to satisfy my curiosity on the matter.

"Why not?" He cheekily replies.

"Harry." I growl between clenched teeth.

"I like the way you say my name when you're angry, Beth."

Don't look. Don't look at him. He will wink and you will crash. Don't look.

"Actually Beth, I moved to Springfield because I felt as though it was the epitome of the America I always heard about." He props his feet on the dash and leans his seat back a little farther. "Wheat and wind down the rolling plains and whatnot. Plus it's quite a cheerful name. Springfield." He finishes, leaning back and closing his eyes.

I can tell he's relaxed by the way his features smooth out over his face. He's such an easy going, carefree guy to all appearances. There was something off though, something not quite right. And it scared me to think about finding out what it is.

"Now, tell me about you not listening to music." His voice breaks me out of my internal rant.

"That's not a question." I point out.

"Beth."

"Harry."

"Beth, what is your reasoning behind not listening to music?" He asks, opening and batting his eyes at me.

"Harry. I'm done with this game." I whine.

"What!? No! You don't just get to leave me hanging!"

"Go to sleep, Harry."

"Aren't we stopping at like a hotel or something?" He questions.

I was getting tired. And a hotel had been part of my original plans. But now? Sleeping in a hotel with a boy I had met less than 3 hours ago seemed like a raunchy thing to do, even if we were just sleeping.

"What time is it?" I ask him.

"Check your phone." He says.

"It's off."

"Why?" He asks, egging me on.

"Why not, Harry! Now, what time is it?" I demand.

"Twelve after eleven." He finally answers looking at the expensive looking watch on his wrist.

As I took a closer look at his outfit, nothing he wore looked cheap. He had a nice, dark, long coat over a blazer, with a white button up underneath that. His slacks were pressed and seemingly tailored by the way they fit perfectly. Even his shoes seemed recently polished.

While I had stopped our question game early, I had a feeling it couldn't have told me who exactly Harry is.

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