"Mark! I'm home!" I screamed as I kicked my shoes off and marched up the stairs to my room. I opened my bedroom door and threw my bookbag on my bed before heading out because I didn't here a reply. Mark always replys when I come home... Weird.
"Mark!" I walked towards his room. Empty. "Mark!" Still no reply. I walked down the long halway and yelled his name again but still got no name. I huffed and turned around. I bumped into something and jumped back.
"AHhh! Fuck! Mark! D-don't fucking do that!" I said punching his arm as he laughed his ass off. "What's wrong with you? Are you trying to cause me heart failure?!" I walked away and marched to the kitchen.
"Aw! C'mon sissy, it was a joke and no. I was in the gerage and heard someone scream my name." He he smirked as I rolled my eyes and scoped the fridge. I settled on milk and began gulping it. "Arn't you gonna get a cup for that?"
"Arn't you going to leave me the hell alone?"
"You gotta point." He began walking away until he stopped himself. "Oh, and get dressed in some... uh, 'Decent' cloths. I'm having company later."
"Are you saying my outfit's ugly?" I raised a brow.
"Wha- no! No! I mean its... yeah." He gave up and walked away. I rolled my eyes before heading upstairs to my room for a shower.
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I slowly made my way out of the shower and dried myself off before putting on black spandex shorts and a black tank top. I put my anklet on and left my hair down before heading downstairs, hearing the door bell ring.
"I got it!" I screamed.
"No! I got-" I rolled my eyes as I opened it. I smiled but then it soon faded as I saw the familiar guy from school.
"Its kinda fucking cold out here." He huffed with his hands in his pockets. He then pushed passed me and Mark came into the room as they did a weird bro-hug and hand thing.
"Harry, this is my sister Cassadee." Mark said motioning his hand to me.
"Yeah whatever. Let's go watch some football." Harry said dragging my brother away from me. I rolled my eyes and went downstairs into the basment and opened the door the the gurage where motercyle that my brother has been working on was. On the left, was mine that I was working on.
I walked over to the tools and dropped them on the side of the bike before pulling some out and getting to work.
HARRYS POV
I was nice enough to let that chick go once and now we run into eachother again. She needs to stay away from eachother, even if our collision was literally. I just cam over to watch a football game, or what people say in America: Soccer.
Mark and I sat on the couch sipping our beers and eating pretzels and shit. I need some real fucking food. I slouched down and sighed as Mark jumped up as team Tibia scored.
"Man, I'm starving. Can't we order something?" I growled. If I don't get some fucking foo-
"Yeah, but I got no money." He said sitting back down and taking a sip of beer. "Hold on!" He sat up.
"Wha-?" I began.
"CAS!?" Mark barked. Seconds later, she was at the door way covered in dark car grease and sweat. God, if I didn't have respect for Mark I would fuck her over her kitchen counter and pound into her so fucking hard and have her scream m-
"Harry!" I snapped out of my dirty thoughts from Mark yelling. I raised my eyebrow. For him to repeat what the hell he said.
"Are you okay with natchos." I shook my head up and down, sipping out of my beer bottle. When Mark walked back and before Cassadee walked out, I winked at her. I should've fucked her when I had the chance to about a year ago.
Mark sat back down as we continued to watch the game, and I rolled my eyes everytime he would scream, shout or act like a total girl. This is why I watch the games at Bars.
*CASSADEES POV*
I walked back to kitchen with a freaked-out-face after Harry winked at me. He seems like the perv type. Just another guy to stay away from. I just can't help but think about how he looks so familiar.
Those green eyes. I think I've seen them before-
"Fuck!" I screamed. The knife slipped as I cut the chives and went through between me thumb and pointing finger, causing blood to wither its way out.
"WHAT'S WRONG?!" Mark shouted as he ran into the kitchen with a.. couch pillow?
"I was- A couch pillow? So if I was getting murdered you'd have a pillow fight. Let me guess, tea party next?" I rolled my eyes as I heard a deep husky chuckle from the door way. What do ya know? There stood harry, leaning on the door frame with his arms crossed. "What the hell are you laughing at?" I snapped.
"I'll go get a towel." Mark said, completly oblivious to Harrys presence. Mark took a left up the stairs not even looking back.
I looked in front of me to see Harry already in front of me.
"I was laughing at you, baby." He smirked. " You're funny." He kissed my neck. "Sexy." He put his hands on my hips. "Fuckable."
"What are you-" I began.
"You really don't remember me, baby?" He chuckled.
"N-no. But-"
"I look familiar." He finished for me and I nodded my head up and down. "You really don't remember me? You don't remember how I used to touch you, kisss you?" He said running his fingers over my jaw before running them through my hair.
"N-no." I stuttered out. Why wasn't stopping this?!?!
"Because you have to much feelings for me and deep inside you miss this feeling I gave you." He said reading mind.
"No! You're wrong! I don't know you." I stated. His eyes flashed a dark green. And all of a sudden a picture of him throwing me onto a floor and putting me to sleep with chloroform, flashes through my mind. He smiled.
"Tommorrow night. I'm bringing you over my fucking house."
"Bu-" I tried to protest.
"No fucking 'buts'. I need to explain some things to you and I'm gonna pick you up and you're gonna listen." He spat. I nodded my head up and down in fear as Harry stepped back and Mark entered with a towel.
HARRYS POV
I smirked as I watched Mark clean his sisters cut.
She's remembering.
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