The Good Girl Kicked Me In the Shin With Her Stiletto Heels *SEQUEL*

Chapter 47- Thanks For Nothing

Flynn P.O.V:
  
       I took a deep breath then I skipped down the stairs and walked across the street with Felix. We rang Harley's doorbell.

The front door opened.

"Harley!,"Felix cheered jumping up and down.

"Hi,"Harley smiled, picking him. "You've gotten so big."

"I know that,"he sassed.

We both laughed then she looked at me.

"Hi Flynn,"she tilted her head.

"Hi,"I smiled at her.

She put Felix down and he ran into the house.

I heard him calling out to her mother. Our families were so close that if we weren't meant to be...

"So..you guys are coming over?,"Harley leaned up against the door frame.

"Yeah,"I pushed my hands in my pockets. "We're helping out with the cooking."

"Great."

"Did you know it was my mother's idea for us to have thanksgiving dinner together?"

"I did. When I got here a few days ago she spoke to me."

"I though you came back yesterday like I did."

"I came back last week."

I slowly nodded looking at the floor.

"I was going to come to your school to visit you but I wanted to spend time with my parents...Don't feel bad-"

"That's not what I feel bad about,"I walked into the house.

Mrs. Branson stood in the kitchen.

"Hi Mrs. Branson,"I walked over to her.

"Hi, Flynn,"she hugged me then she looked into my eyes with furrowed brows. "How are you?"

"I'm good...How are you?"

"Great."

I nodded awkwardly then I was about to walk away when she put her hand on my arm. "Here,"she put a knife in my hand. "Cut these vegetables for me."

"Sure-"

"Harley!,"she walked out of the kitchen.

"Okay?,"I snickered.

Harley walked into the kitchen. She walked over to the sink and washed her hands. Then she started to wash the fruits for the salad.

I felt her stares. "So..I saw you on the phone yesterday. Who was that?,"I turned to her then I looked back down at the vegetables.

"Zoe. She finally dropped out."

"Good for her."

"What?,"she turned to me.

"I think Zoe needs a new start. From what I've heard from her, she was failing in school."

"You heard that from her?"

"Well, from Oliver's girlfriend-"

"Wait, what?...Is Oliver still with that girl?"

"Danny? Yeah...She forgave him."

"Why?"

"Because she thinks she can change him or something like that. She thinks he needs help."

"Doesn't he?"

I stopped cutting the carrots. "I mean..he's depressed but that doesn't mean she should step out of her way to be his girlfriend."

"Maybe she's afraid she'll hurt him."

"The last time I saw them together, they were at each other's throats about her trying to help him. She's only with him because she wants to help him."

"But isn't that a good thing? He needs some support. She's being unselfish and she's putting him before herself because she cares about him-"

"Are you hearing yourself right now?"

She stared at me.

"Harley, trying to be a hero is the reason why we were stuck in that huge mess with Eva-"

"Oh my god,"she turned away.

"You were so caring that you did anything she wanted because you wanted to help her. Then it got too much for you and everything went down hill because like I was telling you from the start, you needed to leave her alone-"

"Is that what you're doing with Oliver? Leaving him alone?"

I froze. "..He asked to be left alone-"

"So you left him. He has no one-"

"He has Danny. And she can't seem to understand that he doesn't want the help-"

"He needs the help, Flynn."

I took a deep breath. "Okay..I know that he needs it, but why should I be the one to help him? I was trying, Harley. I begged him to tell me what was going on. He said nothing. Literally."

"Eva wanted help. She asked us for help. He may not say it, but he wants you to help him. You of all people should know what it's like to be depressed."

I frowned. "I just..I can't handle this all over again."

"I know," Harley hugged me. "And I'm sorry that you're going through this again. But all you have to do is call me and we'll talk about it."

I rolled my eyes and shook my head.

She looked up at me. "Why are you shaking your head?"

"Harley, it's thanksgiving. Our parents are in the next room and we've already made enough noise. Let's not make it seem like we're fighting-"

"But we are fighting,"she stepped back. "All we do is argue whenever I call-"

"You call? Harley, you never call me. I was always the one to call you. And when I did, you were either tired or never had time to talk-"

"I spoke."

"Really?"

"Yeah-"

"What about the time when you told me that you were coming back home for thanksgiving last week?"

"I didn't tell...Oh."

"Exactly. All you do is listen and I doubt you really do. Half of the time I hear snoring on the other end. I'm tired of this."

She looked at me. "Are you..breaking up with me?"

I put my hand on my forehead then I shook my head. I sighed. "No..I'm not sure."

"You've never been sure." She shook her hands, wetting me a bit, then she walked out of the kitchen.

I slammed the knife down in the cutting board, getting my hand in the process. "Oww!,"I cried out looking at the cut.

Mrs. Branson rushed into the kitchen. She looked at me hand. "Oh Flynn."

She opened the cupboard and took out the first aid kit. "Come here."

I walked over to her.

She held my hand and wiped off the blood then she put peroxide on the wound.

I hissed and turned away. Tears filled my eyes.

"I've cleaned worse than this on you and you have never cried before...Is this about you and Harley?"

I sulked. "I love her. I can't...break up with her."

She put the bandaid on my hand. "I love both of you but if it has to be done, then get it over with." She walked out of the kitchen.

I climbed up on the counter and sat down leaning my head against the cupboard. Harley and I were fine. We just had to fix things.