Chits and Chats [ #2]

Chat [Butterfly, fly away]

"You can't be here," Megan hissed.

"I'm Harley Ollival," he laughed. "I can be anywhere I want. Besides, it's not as if this place is any better than a pigsty."

She gave him a slight push, "Get out. Now."

He looked at her confused, disoriented and then smiled, "Nope," and sat down at the edge of her bed.

She couldn't believe this was happening. Her short-lived former crush, arch nemesis and devil incarnate, Harley Ollival, the one same guy she wanted to take revenge on for stomping all over her feelings and driving away her secret admirer (yes, no new little blue chits from her secret admirer after Harley had told the whole school about it), was in her room, on her bed. No doubt this was a situation a number of girls had often fantasized about but Megan wanted none of it. Her father was the sheriff and he thought boys carried rabies or something. He'd freak out if he saw his little girl with a boy who had ear piercings, smelled of alcohol, smoke and sex and sported tattoos up his arms, hell, he'd freak out if he saw her at night with any guy let alone Harley.

She blinked at the boy who caught her eye and flashed another smile. Ugh, his smile. Okay, she hated him. She breathed and repeated to herself, I hate him but his smile was breathtaking. The way his blue eyes brightened and crinkled at the sides while his perfectly dishevelled hair fell into his eyes...yes, he was attractive.

But rotten from the inside, absolutely rotten with worms and who knows whatnot underneath that perfect skin, she remarked mentally. She noticed that his eyes weren't bright from the smile though, they were slightly unfocused and squinting at the lamplight. His cheeks were flushed too.

"Have you been drinking?" Megan asked.

He smiled impishly, "Maybe."

She sighed and sat beside him. Whatever trick this was, he'd better get over with it and go. "Why are you here?"

His face fell and he fidgeted, "I didn't know where else to go."

"Umm home maybe?" she offered, coldly.

"I had a huge fight with my Dad."

"Duh."

He glared, "What's so duh about it?"

She raised her eyebrows and suppressed a smile, "Have you even met yourself? You pick a fight with everyone!"

"That's not true," he defended himself. "I have a lot of friends in case you haven't noticed."

"Those people you rule over in your little group of bullies? I don't think so."

He opened his mouth and shut it.

She looked away. Wow, Megan, wow. You had to show that you like him. Instead you sassed him. Great. Perfect. Revenge complete.

"Do you really think that?" he asked.

She hurriedly changed the subject, "So what did you guys fight about?"

He giggled and she was shocked, to say the least. Harley Ollival, the big bad Ollival giggling? Yep, that a first.

"He wants me focus on studies, economics specifically, and get into Stanford. Just like him," he laughed without emotion. "Like him! Can you believe it? He wants me to give up sports, the one thing I actually like doing and become an ass like him. He's going to go talk to the coach tomorrow. What I feel, what I want, it doesn't matter to him. He's treating me like an office deal or something, taking my life into his own hands and just shaping it however he wants. Instead of practice he wants me to do a part-time job but no not anywhere I like, somewhere boring and shitty where he can punish me for being the way I am."