"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...
"You're complicated. You need someone who gets that about you." ~Lev Grossman
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Harley's POV
"Do you want me to walk you home?" Bentley asked from beside me on the snow covered ground. I shook my head and kept my eyes closed. I continued to sit on my knees, the snow began to seep through my jeans causing me to shiver lightly at the icy touch, winter had always been my least favorite season. "Come on Harles, lets get you inside." Bentley said as he wrapped his jacket around my shoulders.
"I don't need your help." I hissed. I opened my eyes to look at the boy. His blue eyes were wide as he stared back at me.
"You're pale, Harley, very pale." He spoke in a concerned manner. I rolled my eyes and stood from the cold ground. I didn't hesitate to throw his hoodie at his face. He was taken aback by the sudden action but quickly rose to his feet. "Come on, lets go get some hot chocolate." He suggested as he tried to hand me his hoodie once again.
"I don't need your help Bentley. Just stop!" I exclaimed. I stared at the boy as he sighed and looked down at the snow beneath us.
"I made a mistake, Harley. I know that, but I'm trying to make up for it."
"You can't." I whispered. I stared at the boy in front of me, the one I used to do anything for. If he told me to jump off a bridge I would have done it without a second thought. He was my best friend and I trusted him with everything I had in me and he shattered that trust.
"Why? Why won't you just let me try?" He asked in a desperate manner. His icy blues eyes suddenly looked into my light hazel ones. I was forced to break eye contact, I knew if I stared into his eyes for too long I'd crack under the pressure and fall back into his little world.
"I can't get hurt again." I whispered to him in an almost inaudible voice. Without another word I walked away from him, and hoped that this would be the last I had to deal with his pleas of forgiveness. I knew, however, that I wasn't going to be that lucky.
I slowly walked back to my house, dreading the tension that stuck between Lip and I. I wished that would could get back to being how we used to be but as long as he didn't accept Ian, I didn't except him.
I sighed as I stared up at my house, I wanted to stay outside in the cold a bit longer but I had to change out of these clothes before I got sick. I rushed up the stairs in into the semi warm house. I ignored my family and rushed to my bedroom. I quickly pulled on a pair of purple fuzzy pajama pants and a black zip up hoodie.
I stayed in my room until Debbie came in with Liam. After they fell asleep I snuck out of the room, as quietly as possible and slipped downstairs. I saw Ian sitting on the couch throwing toilet paper balls at a sleeping Frank. The lights were out and it was fairly dark in the living room. I walked over to the red head and sat beside him on the couch.
