Perfect Isn't Weak

6

I'm thinking about entering this book into the Watty's which means I have a lot of working on it to do lmao. Thank you again for reading this and enjoy the chapter...

Rosie

This whole week, I've been looking around at colleges and programs to apply for. Honestly I'm just not sure what I'd like to do in the future, my dad being himself wants me to be some sort of lawyer. I don't want to be, not at all.

Along with that going on this week, all I heard was talk about Connor and Harry's fight this week. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't kinda excited to see it. I've been talking to Harry and going to Livernois when I have the chance to watch him train. He's quite fun, but lately it seems as if Delia, his friend, is kinda bothered by me.

Harry and I have been having a lot of fun with Ester fixing the gym. It's mainly Ester doing all the work and Harry and I making jokes about him. I feel like Harry might be one of those real friends I've been looking for.

"Styles you have to practice! What are you drinking that for?" He shouts at Harry and I taking the bottle of soda out of his hand.

"Oh come on!" Harry pouts looking up at him as he sits on the broken cement besides me.

"I'm not in the mood for cleaning your soda throw up off my floors!" He tugs Harry's curls, I laugh trying to hold it in.

Harry gives me a look that reads 'you're really laughing at me right now'.

"Sorry," I manage say between my laughs as I glance at Harry.

"Get inside!" Ester yells at Harry.

"Five minutes?" Harry asks with a cheesy smile.

He reminded me of when I was a child at the park with my aunt, that's all I'd ever say.

"Three minutes," Ester argues.

"Deal," Harry shakes on.

As soon as Ester is back inside, Harry takes a slurp of my soda, looking back to see if Ester saw him.

"Anyway finish what you were saying," he smirks as she speaks.

That smirk he does kills me, it's so sweet but so seductive. How the fuck is that even possible?

"I'm just not sure what I'd like to do in the future. Do I tell him I just wanna write or do I become a nasty ass lawyer and pay the price for it later?" I say taking a sip of the soda avoiding Harry's eyes as I speak.

"Well if you become a lawyer you can pay the price for anything," his humor has always been so clingy. I let out a fake "HAHA" at his pun.

"But no for real, do what you like. If you wanna write... do it write away," I roll my eyes at his other pun and playfully hit his shoulder. He smiles and takes the soda out of my hand, "well I should go practice before Ester kicks my ass, but I'll catch you around," I nod and give him a smile. I groan and stretch as I pick myself up from sitting on the cement.

"Good luck," I wave bye to him, and start walking towards Jessica's book shop.

On the way I happen to bump into Delia, Harry's friend. The way she rolled her eyes at me was so evident and clear, I'm yet to know what I ever did to her.

My phone tings in my pocket and I look to see it's a text from my aunt.

auntttttiee:come home now, your father is coming and he's gonna ask where you are

me: okay

auntttttiee: hurry please

me: okay