Revulsion (harry au)

Chapter Two

"What's your favorite color?"

"Yellow."

"What's your favorite animal?"

"Red panda."

"What's your favorite food?"

"Pizza."

I continued to ask Harry random questions out of pure boredom. He's so goddamn boring, and he never talks. We're complete opposites. I can already tell he hates me, but that doesn't stop me from questioning him more.

"What's your-" I started but got interrupted by an annoyed Harry.

"Here I've got a question." says Harry.

"Shoot," I reply.

"Why don't you ever shut your damn mouth, you haven't stopped talking since we left!" he fumed.

"True." I mumble.

I was a little taken aback by his statement. Was I that annoying? Why do I always have to ruin friendships. I'm not saying that we were going to be friends, but we could've been if I wasn't so fidgety.

"What's your favorite American football team?" Harry asked.

"But you-"

"What's your favorite American football team?" he repeats.

"Uh, the Miami Dolphins."

"Seriously?"

"Yes seriously, we're doing pretty good this season!"

"Are not!" he shouts.

"Are to!!" I shout back childishly.

"I can't believe you like the Dolphins..." he says shaking his head.

"Well then who do you like?" I retort.

"The Green Bay Packers." he replies proudly.

"Oh my god," I laugh.

"What?! We beat you last weekend!"

"Barely! It was 25-20 and there was three minutes left we almost won,"

"Yeah, almost." he spits.

It got quiet after that. Look at us, having a civilized argument on football. I'm not annoying anymore, go meeee.

"We're here." he mumbles.

I look up to a pizzeria. Wow. Classic. I should've guessed we were coming here after my little questionnaire.

"Harryyyyy." I whine.

"Whaaaat," he replies.

"Why are we at a pizza place?"

"Because I like pizza? I don't know I was craving it."

"We should've gone to chick-fil-a." I pout.

"Fuck that, I'll take pizza over chicken anytime. It should be eat more pizza, not eat more chicken."

I gasp, "How dare you!"

"How dare I what?"

"Criticize the chick-fil-a slogan." I glare at him.

He puts his hands up defensively, "Hey, I'm just a guy that likes pizza."

I open the car door while glaring at him, refraining from sticking my foot up his ass. Nobody, I mean nobody, talks shit about chicken to my face.

We walk in to the pizzeria and sit at a booth.

"What can I help you with today?" the waitress asks.

"There's a lot of stuff you could help me with," Harry winks.

I scoff. What a jerk, why do guys think they can just dehumanize women like that?

She giggles and twirls her soft blonde hair with her pen. Her boobs were huge, probably fake, and her legs were perfect, unlike mine.

"Hey, what did the blonde say when she saw YMCA?" I smile.

"What?" she asks.

"Look they spelled Macy's wrong!" I say sarcastically.

She glared at me and turned to Harry.

"So what can I get for you today?" she smiles.

"I'll have a cola, extra cheese pizza, low on the sauce, and a dozen habanero mango wings." he finishes, closing his menu.

"And for you?" She turns to me with her fake ass smile and fake ass face and fake ass boobs and fake ass ass.

"I'll have a water and a chicken, bacon, and onion pizza." I say plastering a fake smile on my face in return.

"I'll be right back with your orders." she walks away swaying her hips.

I look at Harry and see that he too is following her every move. I see his eyes lower down to her butt.

"Harry!" I slap him across the arm.

"What?!"

"Have some respect!"

"That didn't stop me from looking at your ass." he replies.

I widen my eyes, and so does he.

"That never happened." he says tightening his jaw.

"Agreed." I nod my head.

~

So that happened.

YAYYYYYYY I FINALLY UPDATED WOO GO ME LETS HAVE A PARTY WOOT WOOT

But forreal, this chapter wasn't as long as the last chapter because I didn't want to make it too long or too short so I did it in between. yAY FOR INNOVATION.

Well I hope your happy, this took me two hours of mY LIFE. hA I'm kidding I have no life yay for being social.

I hope you guys enjoyed this time consuming chapter, the next one will be up within the next week, depending on how much schoolwork I'll have.

Don't forget to feed your camels.

xx.