Monster

Chapter 4

The rest of the day goes by smoothly. Harry was such a gentleman to agree to come to Zayn's party with me.

Will joins Harry and I on the walk to the parking lot.

"Thanks, Harry." I tell him before I get into the car.

"No problem." He smiles, and his dimples are visible.

I get in the car and wait for Will to get in.

"I don't like that guy." Will says as soon as we drive away.

"Why not? I think he's sweet." I smile to myself.

"Sis, wake up! He might be one of those guys who act nice to you at first but their whole intention was to get into your pants." He says.

"I don't think Harry is that type of guy, Will." I tell him.

"You just don't know men." He scoffs.

Although I know it's not true, something about his words stick to my brain. Will might be right, I think to myself. Oh come on, you can trust him. He's... a nice boy.

I get off the car and walk towards the house. Mother greets us, she is in the kitchen. She loves cooking, so she travels around the world with father to discover new foods. She has her own cooking book she published only few months ago, and it is popular already.

My father is a foods tester, and all he has to do is eat, decide whether it is good to eat or not, then get paid. That's why my parents travel together all the time to different parts of the world.

Will usually travels with them, but I stay home.

"How was school today, Will?" Mother asks, turning around and pulling her hair elastic out of her black hair.

"It was good, mom." Will replies going to the fridge. I sit on the tall stool for our kitchen bar and ask Will for a drink.

"And Skyler? How was school for you?" She asks and I shrug.

"It was good I guess." I say and grab my glass of water.

"She's finally going to a party this weekend." Will says, sitting across from me.

"A party? Where?" Mother asks, sitting beside Will.

"Zayn's." I say.

"That football kid?" She asks. Though she may seem like she doesn't really care, she knows about mostly anything about our school.

"Yeah, quarterback." Will says.

"And are you going with a friend?" Mother says, her kind brown eyes looking into my grey ones.

"Yeah. Harry." I respond and she nods.

"Just be careful honey, okay?" She tells me. I nod and take my bag, going upstairs.

"I'll call you when dinner's ready." She says.

"Thanks, mother." I smile at her and walk upstairs.

I take out my books and do my homework for the day. Suddenly my phone buzzes and I look at it.

Unknown Number:

Hey Skyler.

I raise my eyebrows and pick up my phone.

Me:

Who is this?

I get back to work and after a couple of seconds my phone buzzes again.

Unknown Number:

Guess.

I groan and decide to ignore it. My phone buzzes one more time.

Unknown Number:

Well don't ignore me.

I get scared a little. Who is this? What if it's a stalker? I look out the window and see that Harry's car was just pulling into his driveway.

Me:

Harry?

Unknown Number:

That's right. It's me.

Me:

Hey. :)

I save his number, and put his name into the contacts list.

Me:

Wait how'd you figure out my number?

Harry:

I have my ways.

Well that's not scary at all.

Me:

Alright then.

Harry:

Wear something pretty on Friday, yeah?

Me:

I'll try to remember.

Harry:

Good.

I didn't know what to say so I clicked my phone off and went back to work. After about 20 minutes my phone buzzes again and I see Harry's name on my screen.

Harry:

Are you afraid of me, Skyler?

What? Well, Harry did seem a bit scary since he was tall and all, but strangely, I didn't fear him like I feared other boys. A lot of times I get scared of about most boys and men, except Will and Father.

And Finn.

Harry was like Finn. When I saw him I was pretty much drawn to him, just like I was with Finn. Come to think of it, Harry and Finn are much alike. Even the appearance. I think Harry is more handsome though.

Me:

No, Harry. Why?

Harry:

You're usually scared of boys.

Me:

How do you know that?

Harry:

Then are you scared of Zayn?

Why is he asking all of this? What was he trying to do?

Me:

Yeah.

Harry:

Okay.

What the hell? What is he? And how does he know all this stuff?

But even as I think this, I don't get scared of him one bit.

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Sorry if it's too short! Lots of love.

Love,

Joey