Fakes, Lies, and Love

Chapter 19

Chapter 19

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HARRY'S POV

         "We're here," I mumble to Carlie. She ended up staying the night last night. I still have no idea where Marcel is. I'm clueless. Well, that is until we get out of the car and walk a few steps. I hear someone wisper something but I couldn't make the words out. I looked over toward Carlie and whaddya know.. Marcel's laughing at her as she gapes up at him in disbelief. He knocked her books out of her hands. I'm pretty gobsmacked too. Why would he do that? And to think that I thought he was innocent. Maybe everyone has been telling the truth. I bet you that Marcel is a crazy-evil lad who is a very good liar.

I shift out of my uncomfortable daze and make my way to help Carlie.

"Hello? You there?" I chuckle while waving my hand in front of her face.

She shakes her head and blinks a few times before looking over at me and nodding.

"Perfectly fine."

"I'm afraid you're lying." I mention.

"Well, I'm not Harry. Can you please get out of my fucking way?" Carlie snaps.

"Woah," my eyes widen a little bit at her attitude. "Just trying to help here.."

"Unfortunately you're not, so.."

I decide and mess with her a little bit to piss her off. "Anything for you, love."

She sends me a glare but I brush it off.

"I wish to see you making your way to my Challenger after school, yeah?" I seductively wink.

She rolls her blue eyes and starts walking away.

"My love! Wait!"

"Shut the fuck up you jackass!" she yells, not looking back.

"Carlie, you forgot your book!" I smirk.

She shakes her head and picks up her pace.

I laugh to myself as I get my bag out of my car, unzip it to put her book in, and sling it over my right shoulder. I have to remember to call Mum after school because it's her birthday... Remember that, Harold. Remember.

~AFTER SCHOOL~

School was so boring today. Well, actually I lied. It's fucking boring everyday.

I remember when I was thirteen and Mum was teaching me Mathematics...

"Mum! Why do I have to learn this stuff?" I complain. "Why can't I go to a real school? Have real teachers? Make real friends?"

Mum shakes her head, annoyed by my complaining. I do this everyday in hopes she'll finally send me to school. Niall says it's fun! So does Jorden and Carlie. Marcel is homeschooled with me so yeah. I met Niall at a film that Mars and I went to once. Jorden and Carlie I met at a roller rink that Ni, Mars and I visited. It was incredible. There's where us five became best friends.

Dad walks through the front door with a huff. "Work was shit again, Anne. When can I retire?"

"You're only fourty-eight, Ken. We need a paycheck every month. A good one at that. I need to stay home and teach the kids; haven't we gone over this conversation every day for the past few months? This is getting a little ridiculous.." my mum sighs.