The Bad Boy

Chapter 29

        Stephanie's P.O.V.

       A girl with hair that has been bleached blonde with blue and purple highlights jumps into Harry's arms, wrapping her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck.

        "Gem, you've gotten heavy." Harry grunts.

        She untangles her legs from his waist and he sets her on the groound, but she pulls him in for another hug. I notice her clothes, which are rather eccentric. She wears a red and white stripe dress which would normally be too short but she has sewn red tyes of different patterns to the bottom and sleeves. It is actually rather cute, but aside from that, WHO THE F*** IS THIS CHICK?

        I clear my throat and cross my arms, cocking my hip to one side.

        "Oh, um Gem, i'd like you to meet my girlfriend Stephanie." He says and gestures to me.

        "Hi." She says and holds out her hand. "I'm Harry's younger sister. In age anyway, not maturity. It's nice to meet you."

        "Hi." I say and shake her hand. Now that I know they're related, she is actually quite pretty. "I love your dress."

        "Thanks!" She says, beaming, "I made it myself."

        "Gem is going to a fashion college." Harry says.

        "So, where were you guys heading?" Gemma asks. "Oh, and also HOW DID YOU END UP WITH MY BROTHER?"

        "Excuse me?" Harry asks.

        "Well, no offense but you're all you and she's all nice and stuff." Gemma says.

        "Christ, why does everyone think she is such a nice girl because she ISN'T," He says and holds up his phone. On it I assume is a picture of me in the pink dress or something like that.

        When he turns it to my face i see a picture of me in the pink dress, twerking.

        "ONE TIME HAROLD ONE TIME!" I say.

        "It's no biggie. Everyone's done that." She says.

        Harry smacks his face with his hand. "I can't win," He mumbles.

        "Anyways, we were heading to the boardwalk." I say.

        "OH MY GOSH!" She squeals. "I haven't been there in forever."

        "You should come with us!" I say and I start to say something else but my phone starts playing "18" and of course the lyric is "She's got a naughty tattoo in a place that I want to get to but my mom still drives me to school."

        I pick it up and press answer.

        "What do you want dipshit?" I ask, and Gemma looks shocked.

        "Where are you?!" He asks, sounding rather pissed.

        "Oh, um in front of Harry's house, is that a problem? Oh and Gemma is here." I say.

        "You have got to be shitting me?! Why did you just leave?" He asks.

        "I shit you not. And get over it sissy, Start walking, you can get a taxi two miles from where you are at right now. Harry and I are going to the boiardwalk, so byeee dipshit." I say and hang up.

        Harry is laughing and Gemma just looks lost.

        "It's better not to ask," I tell her and Harry nods, agreeing with me.