Harry's POV-
"Harry!" Liam shouted from the other end of the hallway. I currently stood at my locker replacing and swapping out books and binders for my classes ahead. He ran up to me, panting out of breath.
"Uh, hey," I chuckled as he bent over pressing his weight into his knees. "Damn Liam, you act like you've just ran a marathon."
"Guess," he panted. "What."
"What?" I said placing my physiology textbook onto the top shelf of my tiny red locker.
"I asked Noelle out on a date!" He said cheerfully, acting like a sophomore girl.
"You what?"
"I asked her on a date? What didn't you understand," he laughed sarcastically. I fucking heard him, I'm not deaf.
"Why would you ask her on a date Liam? What the fuck is wrong with you? First you hit on her drunk, and now you ask her out sober?"
"I didn't think you'd care.. What's the big deal?"
He really has the nerve to ask me what my "deal" is?
"She's mine, Liam. Mine." I said, pushing past him angrily.
"She isn't yours, nor is she anyone's? Last time I checked you haven't bought her, she isn't a materialistic item of yours, she's a person, and she can do whatever she wants."
Ever since she's came to the school me and Liam's relationship as changed. Nothing could break us up, and now it's a girl. He just needs the back the fuck off. He used to sleep with a new girl every weekend and now he all of a sudden wants to be tied down?
"Fuck you," I said walking past him, making my way to the weight room to let off a little steam.
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I skipped calculus to go to the weight room. The room was equipt with many benches, and sets of weights, but the back corner of the mirrored room possessed my favorite object, a punching bag. I had beaten on it for an hour before finally realizing the time. I had unwrapped my knuckles, and showered before changing into my original outfit of a black tee shirt with black skinny jeans. I tousled my hair in my towel, and looking at the clock in the locker room. It was two thirty, dismissal anyways.
I packed up my things and went home.
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Noelle's POV-
I drove to the big stone factory, that had many chimneys and a worn, old appearance. Just want my father wanted. Something creepy and suspicious so people wouldn't suspect anything going on inside since it's been abandoned for years.
I parked my car in the back of the building, stepping out with the cold air hitting my body, seeping through my thin purple hoodie.
After I had washed my face, my father had left and told me to meet him in the usual spot at four thirty.
I walked up the black asphalt to the rusted, faded navy doors and pulled one open. The dim lighting illuminated the dark factory barely. Multiple test tubes and syringes sat on the non moving conveyer belt as a team of five people stood in lab coats with blue hair caps and goggles.
"Sweetie, glad you came," my dad smiled. He turned from his work to me, extending his arm out for a hug. This is one thing that kills me about my dad. He holds me hostage in this dumbass factory for multiple hours of the day, beats me, and spy's on me when I'm home and have some type of freedom, but acts like we have the best, closest relationship when were around others at work. Hell, he doesn't even let me talk to my coworkers. Only him and I associate. I don't even know their names as they work next to me silently, doing their job solely for the paycheck, just like me.
I trudged towards him slowly, and he glared at me, eyes burning into mine, and I sped my walk a tad. He brought me on for a hug, and kissed the top of my head.
"Your lab coat, and goggles are over there. Put your hair up, and put on the cap. We wouldn't want that pretty purple hair of yours damaged now would we?" He said. I turned to the coat rack, where my materials hung, waiting for me. I shrugged on my coat, and tied my hair up, concealing all of it in the cap. I placed my goggles over my eyes, and took a spot next to my father in the assembly line. A syringe and test tube was already waiting for me.
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Harry's POV-
I parked my car down the street from the factory, so if anyone happened to be in there and they walked out they would suspect anything.
I came home the same time Noelle did, but I stayed in my car as I saw her peak her head out the front door looking left and right before totally stepping out of the house with her black ripped skinny jeans and purple hoodie. She walked with her hands stuffed in her pockets, and her hood over her head shielding her hair from the drizzle that poured from the sky. And surprise. Those damn earbuds. Everything was sleek, and shiny. The rain glazing everything beneath it.
She got into her car and sped off. I was sick of her hiding so many secrets from me, so I decided to follow her, and now I'm here at some creepy factory.
Why would she be here anyways?
I walked up to the brick building. To my advantage the old, navy metal doors had a small plexiglass window that sat a little over the center of the door. My height also helped. I snuck up to the door slowly and carefully a few minutes after I saw Noelle slip through the doors. I couldn't see inside because it was too dark, but she checked her surroundings before entering. I hid in the line of shrubs that lined the metal fence around the entire premises.
I placed my hands on the frame of the window, barely peeking my eyes above the bottom, but just enough so I could try to get a glimpse inside. How could anyone manage to do anything in there, it's dark as hell.
Then I saw a tall figure in a white coat walk by, and they stood in line with what I could make out to see a whole line of people in white coats and blue caps. They stood infront of something, working diligently. I looked to the right and couldn't see anything, but when I looked to my left, there was enough light to where I could see boxes.
And white powder dusted over the surface and in piles on the corners.
AUTHORS NOTE- plot twist *click* or nah. Dun, dun, dun. So what do you guys think this means???? I have more in store, don't worry;) thanks for reading guys! Sorry the update took so long I've been so busy and it's been so hard to find time to update. I don't want to rush chapters either because I want them to be good so bare with me, I'm doing my best! Thanks for everything, you guys are the best. PLEASE VOTE AND COMMENT! xx
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