"You have to be fucking kidding me!" Sam screamed in my ear.
"Sam calm down," Harry tried to budge in.
"Hey how about you shut the fuck up! You're the delinquent that got the damn idea in her head in the first place!"
"Sam knock it off!" I screamed back at her. I could hear footsteps pattering down the wood floor of her hallway, I must have woke up her parents.
"Hey we need to go," Harry said, reading my mind.
"I'm sorry, Sam. I'll call you every time I have the chance," I said to her as I crawled out the window. "I love you."
"I love you too. Stay safe, please," she told me with a worried look in her eyes. I nodded my head to say the final goodbye.
Harry and I sprinted to the car, making sure to be quiet the whole way.
I wondered where we would go. We had this great idea to run off with each other, away from all of our problems, but it seemed like it would just cause more. How would we pay for gas? food? shelter? What would I do with my future without a high school diploma? How would I ever become the lawyer I always dreamed of being?
"It'll all be okay, I promise," Harry spoke through my thoughts. "I wouldn't ever let anything happen to you."
"But that's just it. I want things to happen to me. You know, like graduating," I argued.
He shook his head, "I still want to graduate, and you're going to. Just because we're not living with our parents doesn't mean we aren't capable of graduating high school," he paused to gather his thoughts. "Let's go get some breakfast and we'll talk about where we're gonna go."
"Harry it's like 2 in the morning," I said, wondering what place would be open this early.
"Perkins is open all night, we'll go there," it seemed like he already had his mind set.
The ride to Perkins was full of silence other than the 1975 CD playing in the background. Harry's entire car was full of used, broken, and damaged CD's that he didn't seem to want to pick up. Looking at them, I could tell that he lived on alternative music. I was always more of a rock girl, but I could settle for this.
We both ordered a stack of blueberry pancakes with a side of hashbrowns. The waitress was hitting on Harry, which pissed me off. If it pissed me off, I couldn't even imagine how Harry's girlfriend would feel.
Shit.
Harry's girlfriend.
"What about your girlfriend?" I questioned him.
"She won't miss me," he spoke as if it was nothing.
I paused, shocked, "What do you mean she won't miss you?"
"She has all of her boy toys or whatever they're called. We just date for the label," he told me with a mouth full of pancakes.
"Wait so you mean you guys never actually cared for each other?" I was so confused and so done with Harry. Did he really think that he could just use girls like that? No wonder half of the school hated him.
"Nah, we just fucked."
"Harry!" I whispered across the table, letting him know that he was way too loud.
He began to giggle at me, "I'm just kidding. Well... kinda," his face went blank. "She thought we were dating for the label, but you know how one person always falls for the other in a situation like that," he leaned back in the booth. "Unfortunately, I was the one that ended up falling for her." He started to fidget with his hands in his lap, the gesture that showed me that he was thinking.
I didn't know what to say to him, he seemed so fragile at that moment. If I said one wrong thing, he would break down and start crying, or at least it seemed. "I'm sorry," is the only thing I could get out of my mouth.
"No don't apologize, it was my stupidity anyways. I shouldn't have tried to use a girl like that," he admitted. "Please don't think of me like this by the way. I promise I'm not a douche like I seem to be."
He stared at me with a pleading expression, waiting for a response. "Well hopefully you can prove that," I said, sliding out of the booth and walking out of the door.
