Black Ink || Harlena a.u.

25.

S e l e n e' s  P.O.V.

After my shift at the diner, I went grocery shopping. We had been eating out, so the absence of food in our fridge hadn't been a problem until now.

Anne was still working, she wouldn't be home for another hour; which was fine because dinner wouldn't be ready until then.

As I passed by the shop, I couldn't help but wonder if Harry was there. After his message, that I still hadn't replied to, I had been going crazy; trying to figure out if what he said was a pro or a con. I mean, he had admitted to using me, which I had known the moment I took in his reaction after I asked about Jane anyway.

But now, the question as to whether or not I was okay with it had played in mind. I would only be fooling myself if I said the price for being what I had been that night wasn't something that made me go way over my head.

So I looked into the shop as subtly as can be, but I only spotted Lance.

Another disappointment, but I had to remeber that I was on my way to the store, not to see Harry.

As I came around the corner, I was more than surprised as I watched Harry ignore Jane's plea before storming into the shop. I froze in my step, not wanting to be seen and caught in the middle of whatever was going on.

Jane was crying, almost sobbing actually, but he didn't come back for her. I almost pittied her. Almost.

The last time I saw them together they couldn't have looked more perfect in each other's arms, but now... they looked like a fairytale being torn to pieces because reality had set in.

She finally turned around, wiping her face with the back of her hand as her expression turned hard and angry. The tears didn't stop.

Someone must really have it out for me because there was no way that from the direction she was going, she would have turned around and seen me.

But she did.

"Enjoying the show?" She bit.

I looked at the door Harry had disappeared through before back at Jane who was stalking towards me.

"I didn't mean to-"

Her eyes shone in anger, "Didn't mean to what?" The tilt of her head made her look demonic. "Watch in on our conversation?"

Deciding not to be nice because she wouldn't understand the concept, I replied, "Conversation? Isn't that when people talk directly to each other?" My hands crossed over my chest. "Because it seemed like he was walking away from you."

Her tongue swept the inside of her cheek, "You don't know anything, so stop with this whole-" her hand gestured my body and face. "I'm innocent, facade. You're only embarrassing yourself."

I stepped closer to her, "Really? Because I'm not the one crying over a guy that looks at me like I'm nothing more than the ground he steps on-" I shrugged. "Seriously, you're the one looking like a fool here."

The feeling that she was the one responsible for making Harry look so miserable, made me say things that I know I wouldn't say otherwise. In fact, if I had never met Harry, I would have apologized for walking on a public sidewalk. However, I had met Harry and from the few moments that I had been with him, I understood that he wasn't the type of guy to deserve whatever it is that she did.

Maybe I was being a little overboard, but I had the right to not let someone like Plain Old Jane step over me because she had some sort of claim over Harry.

The colour of her face wasn't red in anger towards Harry anymore. It was red in anger towards me. Which is why, after gritting her teeth, she slapped me.

The sting buzzed on my cheek, and I would've put a hand over it to try and sooth it after the shock had settled in, but it didn't. Adrenaline did. She was pissed off already, and if I hadn't been put in such a sour mood, I would have given her the benefit of the doubt and decided that anything would have made her snap at this point and I just came in on the wrong time.

But she smiled in content. Slapping me gave her some sort of satisfaction; which is why I didn't let it slide. Besides, I wasn't any stranger. I had sex with her ex boyfriend.

I pushed her chest before swinging my fist to her jaw. She cried out as her hand held her face, struggling to gain her balance. Watching self defense videos with Anne on YouTube and looking like total idiots just punching the air in our living room, after moving into the city, was finally paying off.

She gave out a warrior cry after standing up straight again and launching at me. Her hands gripped my neck, nails digging as I bent over to the side with my underarm pushing hard on her wrists. I saw this one in the movie with Jennifer Lopez where she has an abusive husband.

"Enough! Jane!" Her nails managed to scratch my neck before Harry picked her up, moving her away from me.

Jane was frantically punching at him, probably wishing she was punching me. "She attacked me!" She cried. But after realizing that Harry was holding her, she stopped and tightly held onto him.

"Oh for fuck's sake," I rolled my eyes. "You know that's not true."

Harry seemed ticked off, I'm not sure if it was at Jane or at the fact that I hadn't answered his texts from two nights ago.

"She told me to stay away from you," lies continued to spill out from her. "I told her to mind her own business, and then she punched me."

Harry looked at me with a frown, "You need to leave."

Wow. If that wasn't a slap to the face... My arms unfolded from my chest before I nodded, glancing at Jane who held a triumph smile before turning around.

"No," Harry said sternly, causing me to turn back around in confusion. "Not you, Selene-" he looked down at Jane before detaching himself from her. "You."

Jane's smiled dropped, mouth hanging open. "Harry-" he cut her off with a head shake.

"Leave, Jane. We're over and you know that."

She blinked the tears back as I stared at both of them. But I had a feeling she wasn't going to leave without playing her last card. The one she hid in her sleeve. And I was right when she drew the wild card, "She hit a pregnant woman and you don't care?"

It was my jaw that hung this time. My eyes darted over to Harry who seemed cool and collected despite her words. "You're pregnant?" I blurted out in shock.

Acknowledgement crossed Harry's features as he realized that I didn't know about the news. His eyes widened as he attempted to explain.

"No-"

"Yes!" Jane snarled. "You hit a pregnant woman. So I suggest you leave before I call the cops."

The embarrassment and shame made me turn on my heel and begin to walk away from both of them. I always became some sort of laughing stock whenever I encountered the two.

They were arguing behind my back and the situation gave a sense of déjà vu.

He was still hers- especially with a baby in tow, and I had to remind myself, again, that this wasn't a perfect world and he wasn't going to chase after me like some character in some love story.

"Selene!"

But he did.