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3N.3

"You're Dee? Wow. I'm not surprised anymore. You left me outside for 7, almost 8 hours. You ignored me when we got back to school, and people thought I slept with you to get you to come to Prom with me. No one wanted to be my friend. That's why I ended up with Dre; he was the only one that still talked to me. Redd told me she gave you a black eye. " Harley said, crossing her arms over her chest.

"You were supposed to apologize about it, but you never did. " She said, a frown on her face as he didn't look up from the page. He even had the audacity to ask for her pen and start marking up the pages. She wanted to stab him with the pen, and at the moment she wouldn't mind, she was sure the guard wouldn't care either.

"I'm sorry. I was dumb, and I was such a little boy. I felt bad about it, but I couldn't let my rep go bad by apologizing about it. I told Redd I would, and I even asked for your address. I sat outside your house for three hours, and I couldn't work the courage up actually to go and knock on your door. Then I saw Dre come outside your house and I was so angry I left and decided you didn't mean anything to me. " He said, laying the pen down and looking up from the paper as he slid back the papers.

"Well.. thank you for apologizing. It was long overdue, and I can stop hating Dee and forgive and forget. " She said, putting the paper back in the folder and pulling out a Tupperware bowl.

"Is that what I think it is? That's not Harley's famous pasta salad, is it? " Ice asked, eyes trained on the bowl. Redd always brought a plate for him whenever Harley cooked, she was a culinary genius, and he was genuinely excited. He glanced over at the guard who had been intently watching him. He points to the fork that Harley had, and the guard nodded an okay. He quickly took the fork and the Tupperware, opening it and eating it like it was his last meal.

Harley chuckled softly as she watched him. She knew people enjoyed her cooking but not like this. The food must have been terrible in jail. She would never be able to deal with this.

"Marry me. Seriously, this was the best thing I've ever tasted. You're awesome. Don't tell anyone I got this excited over food or I'll have someone lock you away forever. " The look in his eyes told her that this guy was serious about the things he had just said to her, maybe even the marrying her part.

"I'm too young to be married, ask again in about ten years. " She said, choosing the ignore the second part of the comment he'd made to her. He slid the Tupperware box back to her, the foldable fork inside it. She'd been dying to ask her questions for a day since she got here, in hopes he'd answer them.

"Why'd you choose your brother as your second in command? No offense, he's not too competent on just how to run the gang. " She asked, putting a tape recorder on the table.

"Family always come first. He may not be the best, but he's the only person I feel like would always have my back of things go south. " He said, hands clutched together, laying on the table as they held eye contact. It was like a silent discussion going on in their gazes.

'Can I trust you like that?'

'You can. Can I trust you like that?'

'Why would you ever need to trust me?'

She nods and looks down at the table before looking up at him again.

"I gotta go, class starts soon, and I'm gonna be late if I don't leave now. "