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(Harley's pov)

Second period went by just as fast first period. So it was now time for lunch.

I walked down the halls by myself.
I was scared half to death when I felt someone tap my shoulder.
I looked behind me and saw the boy with the green hair from this morning.

"oh. Hey." I said nervously.
"hey blonde, I like your glasses" he said as he shoved his fists into the pockets of his jacket.

"um , thanks." I said. I could tell my face was red. The boy walked a little faster than me, then said.

"oh hey, do me a favor and don't tell Iris I talked to you, she'd probably scratch my eyes out" he said. I giggled and replied with a simple "okay"

"oh, and listen blonde, you might wanna change your clothes a bit" he said.
"my... Clothes?" I asked.

"yeah, I mean, this is high school, you don't wanna dress like your mom just yet." he laughed. I blushed and smiled nervously.

"I'll keep that in mind" I said as we both walked different way so that Iris wouldn't get suspicious and ask why me and him were walking together.

I quickly got my food and saw iris waving me over to a table where she was seated with two other girls.

"hey Harley!" she said as I sat down.
"hi." I said. I looked at the two girls seated next to iris. One was the girl with red hair from math, and the other was a girl with cat ears.

"these are my only friends" Iris laughed.

"anyways, that's Pamela, everyone calls her Ivy" she said.
"I know her." I said.  "ya' do?" Iris asked.  "we have first period together" Ivy told her.
"oh, alright then. Well that's Selena, everyone calls her kitty." she added, pointing to the girl with the cat ears.

"hi" the girl said as she waved at me. I waved back.
Then a tall boy came over and hugged Kitty.

"hey babe" she said to the boy.  "hey." he said back.
They both walked away and Iris and Ivy both rolled there eyes.

"who was that?" I asked.
"Bruce Wayne." Iris groaned.
"Kitty's boy toy." Ivy added.

I laughed and just threw my food away, I wasn't all that hungry and the food looked like the stuff they fed people in prison.

"so, what are ya into?" Iris asked. I shrugged my shoulders. "I.. I dunno." I replied. Iris and Ivy laughed.
"okay. What type of music do you like?" she asked.
"um. I like Ariana Grande." I said.

"cool me too." Iris said.
"I also like machine gun Kelly, Twenty Øne Piløts, Melanie Martinez, and Bruno Mars" she added. I smiled.

"whats your favorite movie?" she asked.  "I like the movie Titanic, and the movie The Lone Ranger." I replied.

"hey my brother likes The Lone Ranger. Anyways, my favorite movie is Cruel Intentions. " she replied.

"I've never heard of that movie" I told her.  "I'll have to show it to ya sometime" Iris smirked.

"so what's your favorite color?" Iris asked.  "I like pink and blue" I said. 
"what about you?" I asked.
"I like purple!" she yelled in a childish voice. I laughed and said "I thought that's what you were gonna say" as I pointed to her purple flannel jacket.

She asked me a few more questions about myself, then stopped.

I looked around the cafeteria at everyone, they all looked different, but somehow still kinda alike.

I looked to the far end of the cafeteria, all the way in the back right corner, there was the green haired boy I talked to earlier sitting with deadshot and his friend from Spanish class.

I couldn't help but stare at the boy. He was kinda cute.

"aye Harley? What cha' lookin' at?" Iris asked. I quickly replied "nothing!"
She looked at me weirdly, then looked in the direction I was looking in.

"oh no, ya' weren't lookin' at him were ya'?" she asked.

"c'mon Harley. I told ya', he's bad new, he's a disaster waiting to happen. You don't wanna get involved with him" Iris said.

"she's right Harley, if you get involved with him you'll either get in trouble or get your heart broken." Ivy added.

I somehow could tell they were right. But I didn't wanna believe them, I think everyone deserves a chance. And besides, like I said before, I couldn't help it, he was super cute.

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