" Live a little, pudding."
Exactly a millisecond after those exact words left his mouth my fist collided with his face. I'll admit it was completely uncalled for and out of character, too bad, that bitch deserved it. Harley stepped back, slightly shocked. What? Were my actions uncalled for?
" My name is Jocelyn. J-O-C-E-L-Y-N!"
" You never struck me for a Jocelyn, a Taylor? Definitely, but never a Jocelyn."
" If you ever call me pudding, I will sock you in the face. Don't question it, I may be small in size but I can and I will kick your ass."
" Okay, Mike Tyson." Harley's grin stretched from ear to ear. He stepped out in front of me, blocking my path to return back to class. It was unnerving how comfortable he was; obviously someone wasn't popular in the sandbox.
I tried to move around Harley but he once again blocked my attempts at leaving. "Move, Hayley Williams."
Harley scrunched his face obviously offended by my comparison. Harley let out forced laugh and single-handedly grabbed me by the collar of my school blouse and backed me into the wall. His other hand being the only thing between my head and the wall.
" How dare you."
He inched his head close to mine, to the point where I could literally smell what he had for breakfast. I'm guessing scrambled eggs, kidding cause he's vegan. Whoa, did he want to get any closer? Did he not know what personal space was?
I took the time to place both my hands on his shoulders and give him the deepest look I could muster. I cupped both hands behind his neck and stood on my tippy-toes. " Ain't it fun?"
" I do not appreciate your comments. Didn't your mother teach you not to say anything if you didn't have anything nice to say." Harleys growed in my ear and I shivered at the closeness.
" Someone has mummy issues- "
Before I could even finish talking, Harley slipped in hand into the side pocket of my skirt and pulled out my phone. " You don't know what issues are, the only reason you're here is to kindly give me directions to the car park."
I rolled my eyes as Harley continued typing into my phone.
" Harley! Harley! What are you doing here?" I turned to see Selina Kyle strutting down the hallway. Her skirt was a couple inches shorter than I remembered it being this morning when I saw her. The first few buttons of her blouse were undone.
How is it I get flagged for having my shirt tucked in but she somehow managed to walk around like that.
" You're new, how 'bout I show you around, give a-" She then proceeded to run an arm down his bicep," private tour." She winked then continued strutting.
" Taylor, I've been here for two days and they're..."
" Still into you?" I offer, motioning to Selina.
" Keep that mouth shut, before you says something you regret." Harley clenched his jaw and grunted, giving me his best Neanderthal impersonation.
Woah mate, super hot. Oh no! Don't grunt like a fucking homeless man on the street, you know what it does to me.
I snatched my phone out of his hand and shoved it back into my pocket. " Parking lot, take a left and continue until you walk past the office then turn right."
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" Mum, I'm home!" I called out the second I walked through those doors and as expected mum was on the phone. She turned to glare at me before gesturing for me to shut up.
" No, I don't care if you don't have it, I'm having a dinner tonight and he specifically asked for it." She hissed into the phone before ending the call. She let out the most exasperated gasp I'd ever heard as if she'd just had the most frustrating conversation ever. Because complaining on the phone was such hard work.
" Remember we have that dinner, please don't embarrass yourself."
Me? Embarrass myself? Never!
I continued walking as if I don't hear her. Why is it that the only time she talks to me was to criticize me?
I changed into my Pajamas and placed my iPhone onto the speaker, making sure to turn the volume all the way up so that everyone in the house was able hear it. I pulled up my knee socks and began gliding on the wooden floor, holding my hairbrush, singing into it as if it were a microphone.
" Back seat serenade! Dizzy hurricane, oh god I'm sick of sleeping alone."
I continued this for a good couple hour until my favorite song came on.
"Is it still me that makes you sweat? Am I who you think about in bed? When the lights are dim and your hands are shaking as you're sliding off your dress?
Then think of what you did And how I hope to God he was worth it. When the lights are dim and your heart is racing as your fingers touch his skin. I've got more wit, a better kiss, a hotter touch, a better fuck than any boy you'll ever meet, sweetie you had me
Girl I was it, look past the sweat, a better love deserving of exchanging body heat in the passenger seat?"
I sang every line obnoxiously while jumping on my bed. I walked over to the mirror and proceeded to do some weird dance moves, inspired from the music video of Kanye West's 'Gold digger'.
" So testosterone boys and Harlequin girlsaaaahhhhh."
I spotted a very intrigued Harley on my bed.
"Sweet mother, what the hell are you doing here?" I asked, ready to slap him again.
" Well, I just wanted to see you-" He wrapped both arms around my waist.
" Rape! Rape! Mom, your daughter is being sexually assaulted" I called running around, grabbing the nearest thing to me and hauling it in his direction.
My mother sensed my distress and barged through the door.
" What is this racket...Harley, what are you doing in my daughter's bedroom?"
" I apologize, Mrs. Rivera. I got lost on my way to the bathroom."
Bullshit.
