Chapter 8.☽

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"Ari!" My mom screams.

Shit. I guess she's home.

"Yes?" I run into the living room to see my dad holding Harry by the forearm.
"Who's this!" My father screams.
"That's Harry, he was tired and didn't have a place to stay so I let him stay the night." I squeak.
"What did we tell you about boys in the house! I thought you would've learned from that mistake with Michael. I'm disappointed in you." He lets go of Harry.
"Steph is here too, dad." I look up.
"Ok." Is all he says as he walks away into the kitchen.
"We'll go." I quietly say but get no response.

I walk into my room, getting my coat on, getting Steph and Harry, and walk out the door.

"Your father is really disappointed in you." My mom frowns as we walk out the door.

"Sorry." Harry says, shivering.
"It's ok. Hey, I thought you got used to the weather?" I laugh.
"It's still cold though."

We get into my car and head down the street.

"Where to?" I ask.
"I gotta head home, so you can just drop me off." Steph explains.
"Ok." I say as I turn down her street.
"Leave me alone with Harry why don't you." I laugh as she gets out.
"You love it!" She yells as she disappears through her front door.

"So, where to?" I turn to Harry who is now in the front seat.
"You can drop me off at the corner you picked me up on." He looks out the window.
"No, c'mon we're getting along now!" I laugh.
"No, we are not." He clenches his jaw.

I look down, backing out of her driveway and start to head towards the shitty neighborhood we picked him up in.

We reach the corner he was previously at and I bring the car to a stop.

"Thanks." He says, getting out of the car.

He heads towards the group of guys he was standing with as they hand him something which kind of looks like..
is that a joint?

Well who is he fooling, I bet he smokes that everyday..

As I snap out of my thoughts, I hear a tap at my window.

"Huh?" I roll it down, revealing Harry and the group of guys around him.
"Hey, want to go to lunch with us?" The guy with the black hair asks.
"Really?" I ask in astonishment.
"Yea man."
"Harry, you don't mind?" I turn to him.
"I guess one meal isn't that bad." He rolls his eyes.
"But you're paying!" He says as the two guys laugh.

I roll my eyes in disgust and get out of the car.

"Olala!" The red haired guy whistles.
"Shut up." I say, opening the door.
"Feisty one you got there Harry." He teases.
"I don't 'got' her." He growls.
"Ok man, chill."

We enter the dark restaurant and are greeted the same way as yesterday.

"Hi, booth or table?" The waiter asks, this time a man.
"Can we sit at the bar?" The dark haired guys asks.
"Sure, right this way." The waiter says and leads us towards the bar.

The red haired guy sits down next to the dark haired guy, who are on my left, and Harry on my right.

"Hey can I get a beer!" Harry demands.
"Same down here!" The two guys yell.
"By the way, those two assholes are Jace and Andy." Harry toasts his beer to them.

About an hour later of talking, we all head out.

"Alright Harry, see you later man, we gotta go." Jace waves us off.

Without an answer, Harry turns around and walks off.

"Hey wait up!" I yell after him.
"What?" He turns around.
"You're leaving?"
"Uh, yea." He says with a cocky tone.
"Why don't we do something? Maybe I can make up for what I owe you?" I offer.
"Hmm.." He thinks.
"Don't know."
"Why not? What do I owe you? What do you want?" I ask.
"Well I could use a nice blowjob, haven't had one of those in a while, but you probably won't do that, so I'm leaving." He turns back around.
"Wait." I stop him.
"Well I won't do that necessarily, but I could do something else?" I offer again.
"Like what?"
"What do you want?" I ask.
"A lot of things but you won't do any." He looks off at a guy being thrown out of a trashy strip club.

He chuckles lightly at the event and turns back to me.

"So what do you want?" I ask, trying to get him to hurry.
"Depends." He pressures.
"Come on I haven't got all day!" I shiver.
"Don't rush me or I will make you suck my dick." He threatens.

Or is that a threat?

"Hmm, I want you to take me to the strip club, the one that piece of shit just got thrown out of."
"Ok." I say.
"You didn't let me finish." He continues.
"They let you sign up, and I want you to dance." He evily smiles.
"No that's gross up there!" I yell.
"Then bye." He turns around again.
"Fine." I give in.

He rubs his hands together as we enter the nasty smelling strip club.

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