The Pirate and the Pup ✅

Part 9: What Happened to a Second Chance?

They sent me back. They sent me back to the freaking Isle! What happened to a second chance? Why would Ben send me back? Why would Carlos let them?!

I angrily glared at Harry, who had insisted on coming back with me.

"Why didn't you stay in Auradon? I thought you were a goody-two-shoes," I said.

"I'm an Isle boy," Harry said. "I'm never going to be like them."

"The Auradon kids or Mal's stupid group?" I asked, crossing my arms.

"Both," Harry said, a smirk appearing on his lips.

I shook my head and looked away from his bright blue eyes that stared into my own. That is until I had to ask the question that burned inside of me.

"Why did you say you want to be good?" I asked, looking over at Harry once again. "Was it because I said the thing about love?"

Harry looked at me, then out the window as if deep in thought.

"I'm not asking how to solve world hunger, I'm just asking a simple question," I said, growing impatient.

"Yes, it was what you said," Harry said, getting a little angry.

"Why are you overreacting?" I asked. "I just said something small. There is no reason you need to get mad at me."

"I'm not-" Harry stopped and sighed.

"You're not what?" I asked.

"Nothing," Harry said, ending our conversation there.

"Are you two done fighting back there?" the limo driver asked.

"Yes," I said.

"Good because we're here," the limo driver said. "Now, please get out."

I sighed, grabbed my bag, and got out of the limo, not even looking back. I walked down the alley and to Ursula's Fish and Chips shop wanting to see Uma.

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"Uma, I need to talk to you," I said, walking into the Fish and Chips shop.

"You're back?" Uma asked.

"Yeah, and I seriously need to talk to you," I said.

"About what?" Uma asked.

"About another certain pirate," I said.

"Is it Harry?" Gil asked.

"Yes, Gil. I need to talk to Uma about Harry," I said.

"Can I listen too?" Gil asked. "I never get included."

"Sure, Gil," I said. "Now can we please go talk somewhere more private?"

"Yeah," Uma said. "Follow me."

Gil and I followed Uma into the kitchen before I exploded.

"Harry is such a jerk!" I said, making Uma and Gil turn and look at me.

"What do you mean?" Uma asked, looking at me confused.

"He doesn't care about anyone else! He doesn't care about how anyone feels, it's only him!" I said. "And it makes me hate him even more!"

"What are you saying?" Gil asked.

"Harry likes me and didn't have the audacity to tell me until Mal and her mom were fighting about good vs bad," I said.

"He likes you?" Uma asked, not as shocked as I thought she would be.

"Yeah," I said.

"That's crazy," Uma said.

"Okay, why don't you sound as confused as I do?" I asked.

"Uma and I knew that Harry likes you," Gil blurted.

I turned my head to look at Gil. "What?"

"We already knew Harry likes you," Gil repeated.

"I thought you guys didn't like him," I said.

"We don't but-" Uma started.

"But nothing," I said, interrupting Uma. "We hate him."

"Actually, I don't hate him," Gil said.

"You don't hate him?" I asked.

"No," Uma said. "And I think you should give him a chance too."

"No," I said. "He's given me so many reasons to hate him and this talk isn't helping."

"Then leave," Uma said. "Leave and calm down. When you're calm, come back and talk to us like a normal person."

"Fine," I said, leaving the kitchen and walking out of the Fish and Chips shop.