Somewhere

Chapter 7

-Yeah, I'm fine. Perfect. But we have to go. - haven't looked at he, the less contact, better.

-You are kind, avoiding me? Jenna, you also kissed me! You know there was something. - Harry whispers.

-No. Not ! You're dating my sister! Me.. I have to stop this, talk to you! We're going too far! I look like one of your friends bitches, and you know what, I don't wanna be one of them! - scream and I move the arm dramatically. - I want to go. - I ask.

-Whatever, let's go. - he passes by me and walking ahead of me to the car.

Sigh and follow him. He should ever think that just because we have kissed, we get "valentine", "friends- with-benefits" or so. He's really wrong.

I walk into his car and I sink into the seat.

-You want to go home now? - Harry starts the car and follow the road.

-Yes. You not? - look at him.

-Any me is irrelevant. - he didn't even look at me and speeds. Okay, is there sulking. IS IRRELEVANT TO ME TOO.

Clown due to large and strange change in his mood and back on the bench.

-Are you still drunk? - Harry asks in our way back.

-A little bit, but I'm sober. - I answer him.

We almost all the way to bypass one another. To me because of unexpected, evil an bad welcome kiss, him for sulking because of my reaction. The normal reaction that anyone would have, except of course the bitches of his friends.

-Arrived. - he to the car in front of my house and not look for me, but for something behind me. Just to show the same contempt that petty.

-Well, taking your tantrum because I want to go after you you kiss me while I was drunk, I enjoyed. - eye and admit it forcing a smile.

He turns to me and your jaw is tense. The bright green and his eyes connect with my blacks. It's a huge shock, it is too light for my view. He is approaching at a speed that neither shocked and I realized his lips on mine. Knew the sour cherry vodka with fresh menthol. A huge mother had landed on my cheek. OK, kiss him twice in the same day is not only a record, as too much for me in one day. He finally ends the connection and is looking at me too close for a few moments before returning to normal and cough to come back to reality.

-I should go. Until after Harry. - open the car door and then closing it. His car is still parked in front of my house when I close the front door. I hang my coat in coats door and walk up the stairs, I'm completely exhausted, the hangover starts to come sooner than I expected.

-Jenna Drake Moree, where the hell have you been? It's two in the morning! - my mother cries when I walk around the room. I ignore it and go up the stairs. My mother repeats my name over and over, and still trying to come after me, but I shut the door tightly and she gives up. I let myself fall into my bed. I need a good sleep, not yet processed and the fact that he kissed Harry, my sister's boyfriend, twice today. Wait, I kissed HARRY? TWICE? As was drunk! And worse, he's my fucking sister's boyfriend.

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Agreement again as the day I discussed with Vanessa. Starts to get repetitive and tiring. Wear a blue leggings with a denim effect a flourishing pink tank top. I have to enjoy it while it is not winter and not look like a walking doll full of clothes.

Since it was Saturday I decided to leave the house, ignoring Harry, but leaving home. I want go to a cafe or something, but I only remember the Grill's and I have a feeling that Harry is a regular customer. Maybe if I asked Vanessa, he would give him the attention he pretends to give their girlfriends, and stop and try to kiss me all the time. I EVEN talk to Vanessa's asshole boyfriend, and well, all the same. She needs to know. Knock on the door of the room and Vanessa seconds after it opens.