Smooth Criminal

III

Harry stood in a long alley talking to a boy with brown hair that was perfectly combed into a quiff, the sides of his hair were kind of shaved. His facial hair lined along his jaw line and just above his upper lip. He had chocolate brown eyes that showed maturity.

As they stood there deep into their conversation a girl had just passed by catching Harry attention. Suddenly a loud gun shot went of shooting the girl straight in the back causing her to collapse to the floor instantly dying on the spot.

"Was that really necessary?" Harry asked through his clinched teeth.

"I knew it would make you mad?" The mysterious man smirked shoving his gun back into his back pocket walking closer to them. Harry looked at him furiously finally throwing a punch at my bashing his jaw continuing until he was on the ground.

His friend tried pull him off "Harry stop! He's dead" He reminded him trying to pull him away causing Harry to stop. His knuckles covered in blood, his shirt a bit crooked and his hair now messy, his breathing had gotten heavier. He actually killed a man.

I felt my eyes slowly start to flutter open, my vision starting to clear up. I looked around becoming aware of my surroundings and I noticed I was in the shed, I must of fell asleep here last night.

"Bad dream?" I heard a familiar deep raspy voice ask from beside me.

I looked over to find Harry sitting on the ground in the cell, his elbow rested on his knee as he sat in what seemed like a comfortable position. He looked like he hadn't slept at all.

"It was about you, actually"

"Really?"

"You were in an alley with a some brown haired boy and a girl walked past but was shot but a guy...then he taunted you and you got so enraged that you beat him to death" I explained noticing him tense up a little. "What's wrong?"

"That actually happened" I simply said breaking our eye contact.

It made no sense...I could I have had a dream of something that really occurred.

We talked about it for a while then I realized it was Tuesday; I made him some breakfast and went to my room to get ready. All that went through my head was how it was even possible I could dream of something that actually occurred, is it possible? I straightened the part of my hair the turned into loose waves and tried to cover up most of the bruise the man had left on my cheek, when I touched it the pain ran through my cheek making me wince. I'm surprised some of the pain didn't go away yet.

I finally got to the school, it didn't take that long since it was only a few blocks away from my house so I would always make it on time. Today I saw Daisy sitting on one of the benches outside typing away on her phone.

"Hey" I greeted taking a seat beside her. I watched as she stuck her phone back into her back pocket and looked at me and might I say it didn't take her too long to notice the large bruise.

"What happened?" she questioned through a gasp. I couldn't come up with the courage to tell her so I just looked down awkwardly. "You know what...screw it, we're ditching today" she informed me. Is she serious, I have never ditched school...yes I have skipped some days but that's only because of sickness.

"What why?" I questioned clearly not keeping up with her.

"Because you have some problem that you're not telling me" she shouted in a normal tone of voice not trying to attract attention. I just rolled my eyes not wanting to say anything else knowing if I do she will just keeping arguing with me until I finally give up which in this she would just win.

"Come on" with that we both got up and walked to her car.

The day passed by pretty fast. Daisy and I went shopping and might I say the only one who did the shopping was Daisy and when I tried something on she would just hog the mirror which I didn't mind at all. After we went to the arcade and played a few games and got lunch at the food court. When we finally decided to go home it started to rain and we had to race to Daisy's car which was pretty hard to find in the huge parking lot and by the time when got in we were soaked from head to toe.

The car ride back was pretty loud, we had the music on full blast loudly singing along with it, loud enough that the other car around us would blow their horns when they passed by trying to tell us to shut up.

We finally arrived at my house as Daisy pulled up in the drive way.

"Thank you, I really needed that" I thanked giving her a warm smile as she returned it.

"You don't have to thank me you know, you still haven't told me how you got that bruise" she brought up.

I took in a deep breath looking down, I guess I should tell her knowing she would get it out of me but I just don't want her to make a big deal out of it.

I started to explain everything that had happened yesterday from me getting home from school, the argument Harry and the man had, to him leaving. I always slipped in the part of the dream.

"What the hell Grace! Why didn't you think of calling me or your parents!?" She snapped.

"If I called my parents they would have dropped what they were doing and just rushed here only to see if I was okay and I would do that, also if I called you would have instantly called the police or something" I explained raising my voice but making sure I didn't level to her tone.

"We'll of course they could arrest him"

"What's the point" I mumbled under my breath making sure she didn't hear as she was to busy shaking her head and letting out the anger.

"But that dream, that sounds kind of weird...maybe it means something" she spoke up. Maybe it does.