Deadly

Chapter Four: Home From Work

Harry's POV

Nothing better than sitting are home after handing someone's arse to them, right? Well, we both got our arses handed to each other, but I wasn't going to say that.

I was sitting on my large bed, scrolling through the recorded list on the television. Finding nothing good to watch, I settled on a movie. Right now, my crotch is incredibly sore because of the knee I got in me and Vanessa's fight. I know how she fights. I watched her in battle, and I was in battle with her. And she's pretty good. She gets into them all the time.

More than I do, considering I'm like, the scariest kid in school.

Thats partially why I enjoyed it. I don't know the other reason why I quite enjoyed it. I've been---you could say---watching Vanessa, and I like her. Not like that!

I hope.

It's just the fact that she may have been through more than I have, and it's making me more curious by the second. She's really pretty, and her angry, neutral, and even her "what-the-actually-fuck?" face looks sexy. But I bet she'd look even better if she'd just smile.

But she doesn't know that.

Moments later, my "dad" walks through the door. I don't hate him, but I don't quite like him either. I still live with him, because I have no job. He continues to pressure me to work with him and his boring ass friend in the family business. I don't get what's so great about sitting a desk for 8 hours ON END doing nothing.

The only good thing is that however many minutes you sit there, you get paid a million dollars for every single one.

"Hey son! How was school?" he asks.

"Usual. I fought a girl today, so that may be the only different thing. OH, and Jeremy almost blew chunks all over the place in science. Funniest thing I've even seen! What about you?" I chirped, speeding over the fight part.

"What'd you say?!" he boomed.

"That Jeremy almost threw up."

He squinted his eyes at me. "No! The 'fighting a girl' part?"

"Oh, Vanessa? Yeah, we fought. So?" I said, throwing my legs over the arm of the couch. His lips slowly started to curve upwards.

"Is she your girlfriend or something?" he asked, amusement clear in his voice.

"NO! We had a fight! What don't you understand?" I boomed, a little too harshly. He just stood in the kitchen, bending over the counter staring at me. As if he were examining my face.

"Sorry! I just thought you were breaking up or something," he said, shrugging his overly broad shoulders. "Hey, where'd you get those scars from?" He asked, walking towards me, still not breaking the awkward stare.

"What scars?" I asked. I always had scars, but I had no clue what he was talking about this time.

"Your lip is bleeding, and you have a giant purple bruise on your cheek. Not to  mention the black eye you have," he said.

Did Vanessa do that?

"I told you, I.. Got.. Into.. A.. Fight!" I spat. He just laughted.

"Whoever did it kicked your arse good this time, boy!" He said, laughing like it was the funniest thing in the world. 

"Shut the fuck up!" I yelled, raising from my comfty state on the couch.

"Calm down! Anyways, want to know something?" He asked, smiling. Man, this guy is weird.

"No," I stated flatly.

"We went to a girls house today, and her name was Vanessa too," he said, completely ignoring my anwser. "Could be your girlfriend, son!" He said, shouting the last part as he walked up the long staircase.

"She's not my fucking girlfriend!" I boomed, making sure he could hear. His response was a deep chuckle I could hear from downstairs.

But at the same time, I wouldn't mind if she were my girlfriend. She has everything I like. She exercises, isn't one of the sluts I use at school, and she's not mega clingy, like the past girlfriends I've had before.

But I dont quite know about the last one, because were in a "I hate you" state right now. Of course she wouldnt be super clingy. I wanna know if it's bad that I'd be fine with her, even if she were clingy. . .

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After finishing the movie,  I decided to head to bed. My dad was already asleep, and my mom?

She's in a better place now.

I got on my phone, and checked my twitter. After replying to a few tweets, I looked through my contacts, looking for someone to talk to. I ended up stumbling across a contact I had totally forgotten about.

Vanessa A is what it read. I totally forgot I snuck her number in my phone when I was choking her up against a wall.  Instead of calling, I wanted to mess with her a little bit. So I sent her a text.

Hey babe. Remember me? ;)<3

Knowing she doesn't deal with boys, I knew this would send her over the edge. Silently laughing to myself at the image of her losing her temper, I waited for a response. When I didn't get one, I started freaking out. I was starting to regret listening to my dad. Stress gives me pimples.

What if my dad did go to her house?
WHY am I so worried about her?

Deciding on waiting until the morning, I let sleep take over my body.

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