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Six

Clay's POV

I've been checking on my watch since forever and this girl - no. This woman still isn't showing up from inside her room doing who-knows-what.

"T, I really need to go." I stood up and made my way towards the door.

"No, man. This is a chance for you to apologize to her. This must be some sign or whatever, just get on with it. Then I'll leave you alone." He promised.

I sighed with defeat and tried to drown myself in the stacks of drawings that lay neatly on a corner.

Hmm... these designs were good. Who in their right mind would reject these?

He bedroom door opened and out came Harley. The girl who I used to bully since fourth grade up until our senior year.

I couldn't remember exactly what she did that made me dislike her so much that I practically dedicated every day of my life making her a living hell.

It was fall. The very first day of our Senior year when I pulled up the biggest/worst prank ever. The target was... her.

A couple of friends organize a party and me, being the life of one, was a guest of honor. I remember being the center of attention then and there.

Girls all over the school kept flocking onto me except for one.

Harley.

She isn't smart or sarcastic or anything. She's just, there. Sitting on a corner taking a sip of cola spiked by some dumb jock who was talking casually to her.

We shut every exits that was inside the house and made everyone party harder than before. One by one, the nerds, geeks and the God-girl were all being shoved at the center of the room and were being taunted by everyone.

Some even picked up a few pieces of food and slapped it right into them while some Jocks decided to be more creative. A couple of guys provided some candy beer bottles and started hurling it at the small group in the middle of the dance floor.

During the whole commotion, she just stood there, starring into space. I remember telling everyone to keep on throwing things at them cos they never really "feel". But boy, was I wrong.

She raised her head and looked deliberately at me in the eye but without contempt. Instead, she gave me a look of... I couldn't even explain it then.

Her eyes were brimming with tears and with fear. There would be no Troy to save her because he's at his house having a fever.

She has her own set of friends too but they all disappeared like vapor a year before. In the end, she was alone.

She starred at me as is she was saying "I'm fine" and I panicked. I took some random candy bottle from a drunk cheerleader and hurled it across the room right into her face, knocking her out in an instant.

The whole room fell silent and everyone starred at me with horrified expressions on their faces. One by one, everyone left leaving the "outcasts" and me, stunned.

I can't say that I hated her just because she doesn't like me. The thing is, she's always been this forgiving girl ever since she was in her diapers.

She was the rumored "God-girl". You know, with the bible, praying and all that, and nobody hated her for it.

Just me.

But then, everything changed when the janitor found her in the closet all bloodied up and pale as death. She's been missing for 4 days and she was there all along.

Everyone thought it was me who did the deed to her but, in the end, I was proven innocent. The court ruled her case as an attempted suicide and I was ordered by state not to approach her within a 10-meter radius.

But after that, she's never been see from anyone in Clave Rock High School ever again. Nobody knows what happened to the Clave Rock God-girl or the school.

But now she's here. Right in front of me. Alive and breathing.

She sat on the couch beside Troy, my bestfriend, and took a pillow to her lap. He movements were still the same.

Graceful and with a hint of shyness. If this were 10 years ago, my blood would've boiled already. I looked at her closely and saw a faint scar running on the left side of her forehead. It looks unnoticeable now but I can see it clearly, burning my soul from the inside.

"You still look rocking as ever, Hare." Troy murmured to himself, trying to put on the biggest smile possible and then switching on to his boyish grin, his pupils dilating and all the shit.

"Crap." I said as both pairs of eyes looked at me like I had grown two heads.

Troy likes her...

But why was a small part of me hurting?