Chasing Grant

Chapter 1 ~Harley's Harley

A/N I could say that I was having a bit of fun searching up models to represent the characters for this story, but I did get stressed when I couldn't find like the right description I had in my head but oh well. Don't be a silent reader comment your thoughts.

Brandon Logie as Felix Stein (up top or on the side)

Chapter 1 ~Harley's Harley

Crying does not indicate that you are weak. Since birth, it has always been a sign that you are alive. ~Charlette Brente

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Felix's POV

"He wouldn't look or talk to me all day" Harley groaned as we exited our class and headed to lunch. "In Calculus, which I actually bothered to go by the way, he wouldn't even glance at me. To make things worse some jock was totally checking him out and flirting openly with Jett" Harley pouted at the thought of someone else having the attention of his best friend.

I rose an eyebrow "And that's bad why" I asked as we headed to Harley's harley.

He got that motorcycle from his father before his father passed away. The harley was special to Harley I don't think Harley cares for anything as much as he cares for that motorcycle. The motorcycle was all black with dark grey and the only other person allowed to touch it was -well of course- Jett.

Harley stayed a bit quiet before he spoke up "Oh there's nothing wrong with a bit of flirting" he tried to say lightly but there was an underlying tone that said this situation clearly bothered him. "I just wish he didn't ignore me, hell I don't even know what I did wrong" he frowned.

We push the front doors open and walked forward until Harley suddenly stopped. "Harley, what's wr-" I stopped talking when I realized what he was staring at.

His most prized possession was wrecked like someone came and smashed it with a bat repeatedly. "No" he breathed in disbelief "No, no, no" he ran towards his harley with a broken look on his features.

I ran forward just as he fell to his knees in front of his motorcycle. I looked around the parking lot and my eyes landed on a group of guys laughing at the scene. 'They obviously did it' I think scornfully, but right now I can't go seeking vengeance not when my friend needs me. 

"Hey, Harley it's going to be okay" I try to calm him softly. 

Tears flow down his eyes "Get Jett" he sniffles. 

"Harley calm down a bit ok-" 

"I want Jett" he sobs suddenly "Get Jett" he continues to say through his devastating tears. 

In the 13 years that I've known Harley I've never seen him cry. Not when he fell off his bike in kindergarten, or when he fell out of a tree in 1st grade, or when his girlfriend left him in middle school. I didn't even see him cry when his father died sophomore year, but thinking back to all those times Jett was there to comfort him. 

I snapped out of my thoughts as I heard multiple footsteps coming our way. "What the fuck" Brendan cursed as he saw the scene in front of him. 

Tyrell stood next to his boyfriend a pissed of expression as well as an equally worried one on his features. "Who did this" his growled when he saw Harley on the floor crying his eyes out. 

In our group you can't mess with one person and plan on getting away with it. We all became friends the first day of kindergarten and have been close ever since. You mess with one you mess with us all and you don't want that. We were all like family to each other and would hate to see each other down.