"She had this way about her, a way I could never begin to describe. She was so beautiful when she was angry. She was hypnotizing when she was happy. She was so ambitious, so inspiring. She made me want to be a better person. This girl was like a dru...
"Don't feel sad over someone who gave up on you, feel sorry for them because they gave up on someone who would have never given up on them." ~Unknown
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Harley's POV
School as always was a drag, but I somehow made it through the almost unbearable pain. I walked down the sidewalks alone, my long board in hand. The cold winter weather made my body go numb, I couldn't feel a thing, I wouldn't want to anyways.
I found myself gravitating towards one location in particular, the same place everyday. The comic book shack right beside my favorite coffee joint. I walked into the small store, the bell rang above me making a loud clatter.
"Hey Harley!" Called a man with light blonde hair from behind the counter, his name was Jake Stevens. He was a twit. An absolute idiot and waste of space. I rolled my eyes at the boy I considered to be a major tool. I nodded at him, if you didn't acknowledge his presence he'd never leave your side. I made that mistake once or twice only to have to put up with his relentless questioning about why I was 'mad at him'.
I walked over to a long wooden bookshelf, scanning my many options of comics. I always searched for something new but always found myself right back to reading Green Arrow, I suppose it was based on Oliver Queens appearance, not the comic quality.
I slipped down the wall, another green arrow edition in my hand. I flipped through several pages of the old comic. I didn't get very far before Jake began to pester me, the same way he always did. The kid knew exactly how to get under my skin.
"Hey Harles, I hate to do this to ya but the boss says you either have to buy a comic or leave." I glanced up from my comic, my light hazel eyes meeting Jake's deep green ones.
"Excuse me?"
"He says you need to buy something or get out." He claimed.
"I come in here everyday and never buy anything, why is this suddenly a problem?" I asked as I snapped my comic shut.
"We're under new management." He said. I looked up at the kid, feeling nothing but anger towards him, this store, and his stupid boss.
"He givin' you any trouble?" My head snapped to my right not expecting the familiar voice to be in a place like this. Before me stood Bentley Milkovich, the youngest boy of the Milkovich clan, that I knew of. I looked up at the seventeen year old, his hair was dark and spiked in the front, what I assumed to be a fake look of concern on his tan face. I shook my head and stood from the ground.
"No I was just leaving." I assured as I slapped my comic against Jake's chest, he looked hurt but I ignored him. I left the store in a huff, they've never made me pay before and if they seriously think I'm going to pay $11.99 to read a short comic they're sadly mistaken.
I began making my way down the street when I heard the bells chime and the sound of heavy foot steps on the pavement.
"Harley!" Bentley's voice rang throughout the street. I turned to face the kid that I used to be best friends with once upon a time.
"What do you want Bentley?" I asked with a bit of attitude clear in my voice. Bentley came to a stop in front of me, he seemed to be taken aback by my tone. I had never spoken to him like that for the many years I've known him.
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"I want to talk. What have you been up to?" He asked. I shook my head at the boy and let out a sarcastic sounding chuckle.
"You don't care." I stated before turning back around, ready to leave him behind this time. Before I could make even two steps his hand was on my shoulder, stopping me from walking away from him.
"I do care." He said making me turn around. I looked into his ocean blue eyes, searching for his lies but I couldn't seem to find them. Believing in him would be a mistake and I knew that. I turned back around, ready to get out before letting him hurt me all over again.
"Yeah, sure."
"Harley--" Before he could say another word the sound of a horn echoed throughout the small parking lot. My head was forced into the direction it came from, the sudden noise startling me. I looked to see the other Milkovich brothers in their car, all had cigarettes hanging from their lips. The Milkovich bunch were trouble makers and all around criminals, I dodged a bullet there.
"Hey! Bentley lets go!" Yelled Mickey Milkovich, practically the leader of all of them, he snaps his fingers and his brothers come running like dogs. The boys were mindless and seemed to have no signs of consciences.
"Give me a minute!" He yelled to his brothers, each held a look of annoyance as they looked at each other as if to ask 'what the fuck'."
"You better go. I know how you don't like to keep Mick waiting." I snapped, the anger that has been bubbling up inside me after all these months was finally coming out. I turned to walk away until Bentley grabbed onto my wrist to stop me.
"It's not like that and you know it." He pushed.
"Whatever. Doesn't matter to me. We aren't friends anymore, right?" I walked away and thankfully he let me go this time. I got onto my board as their car passed me, they were definitely speeding, they had no respect for the law.
Just when I had finally gotten Bentley Milkovich out of my head here he comes trying to weasel his way back into my life again. Not this time, this time I was going to refrain myself from letting him come back. He made his choice there is no coming back after that.
