Absolutely, Positively, No Harry's Allowed// H.S

Chapter 28

Harry POV

   We pull up in front of the house that I assume belongs to Principal Sanders, and all the blinds are pulled down and the curtains are closed. There's no movement in the house, and doesn't seem to be any lights on.

I wait to see what the plan is, because if there's anything to be said about Knox, it's that he always seems to have a plan. Even if what he does seems impulsive, I strongly believe that he already has something going through his mind to get everyone out of trouble.

It's what makes him so dangerous, he's always countless steps ahead of you and you don't even know it. But that's also what makes him such a good ally, if you're fighting on the same side as him.

"How we doing this?" Dickson asks, still having the brass knuckles on his right fist, and twisting the top of the baseball in his left hand.

    "We're gonna go in and ask him a couple of questions." Knox says, like we're just going over to a friends house to hang. Not like we're breaking into our Principal's house with plans to cause harm to him. All I can hope is that my dad doesn't find out about this shit.

    We all climb out of the car simultaneously, all of us smart enough to know not to slam our doors, not wanting to attract anymore attention to ourselves than necessary.

    I catch Memphis's eye as we make the small walk to the front door. "You can turn back now and stay in the car." She says, causing her brothers to stop walking as well and turn to face us.

    "Why are you so against me going in and doing this with you guys?" I ask her. 

    "Because I don't want this to change anything Harry. This is my life, there's no changing this for me. But this doesn't have to be your life. You can turn around and walk home and no one would ever mention you being here. And you won't have to witness what is about to go down in here. This changes everything." She says.

    I take her face in my hands. "It changes nothing, especially how I feel about you. Principal Sanders is a sick fuck who deserves everything that is about to come to him. I'm in this all the way, stop trying to push me away, because it won't happen again."

     "I'm not trying to push you away, I'm trying to keep you here. And I'm scared something like this will do the exact opposite." She admits.

    I want to say so much, but I know we're pressed for time. And I can feel the impatience coming off her brothers in waves. We will have to speak more on this later. "I'm coming, and I'll be going nowhere regardless of what happens. We'll talk more about it later." I say.

    She finally seems to accept my words with a nod of her head, and we all continue our walk to the front door. Knox steps up on the porch first, turning and twisting the door knob, but it's locked.

    I have about a second to wonder what he's about to do, before he raises his right leg and kicks the door in, the sound of wood crunching heard loudly in the silent of the night.

   I glance around nervously before following them inside. I hear footsteps in the house, and watch as Dickson and Knox split up like their brains are in sync, going opposite ways to catch whoever is running through the house trying to make an escape. I watch as Memphis also walks off, and I trail behind her. I watch as she opens drawers in the kitchen, slamming then when she doesn't see what exactly it is she's looking for. Finally, she opens a drawer and pulls out duct tape and scissors, and then grabs a butcher knife off the counter.

    "Grab a chair from the dining room table and drag into the living room, please." She says, and I walk off to do what she's told me.

    I can hear the thundering footsteps of Dickson, Knox, and who I assume is Principals Sanders on the level of the house above us.