Lost in The City // H.S.

Chapter 36

This night might just be the death of me. If I have to listen to Becca's annoying flirty laugh one more time I might rip out my own hair.

There is desperate and then there is Becca.

We are an hour into the movie although no one is really watching it. Harry pulled me down to sit next to him on the floor and some how Becca found herself on the other side of him. The only thing keeping me from exploding with annoyance is the fact that Piper keeps making mocking faces behind Becca's back every time I catch her eyes from across the living room.

Frustrated that I can't even hear the movie over everyone's talking and with nothing else to distract me I head towards the kitchen for some water. I choose to ignore Harry's eyes that I can feel watching me. Without a word I wander into the kitchen.

There is a fire building in my chest from irritation and I can't find it in me to talk. I'm not mad at him, he hasn't done anything wrong. But I want to keep the attention off myself because Becca's side glares are starting to piss me off.

Just when I thought the night couldn't get any more unbearable the lady of the hour comes strolling into the kitchen behind me.

"You should really just give up already," Becca says with a condescending tone and a glare in my direction.

"What are you talking about?" I bite back turning around to face her not hiding my growing irritation very well.

"Harry." She snaps. "It's never going to happen, okay. So I'd get over it already if I was you." Crossing her arms over her chest she stares me down from across the kitchen, as if she could intimidate me.

I narrow my eyes glaring at her horribly dyed hair and over the top makeup.

The girl really never knows when to quit I swear. The irritation that's been simmering all night is finally boiling over as she continues to give me a smug look.

"Okay, I've been nice to you because frankly I'm not a mean person and you seem to have your own issues you need to deal with. But this isn't high school and I'm not playing whatever game you are into. So leave me the hell alone Becca before I give you a reason to hate me," I snap.

Her eyes widen clearly surprised by my outburst. Considering I have never said more than a few words to the girl before. But what did she think, that she could just walk in here and talk to me like that and I would take it? Not happening. I walk past her knocking my shoulder into hers on purpose as I go.

When I plop back down on the floor next to Harry his eyes automatically scan my face as if he could tell something was wrong the moment I walked into the room.

"What's wrong love?" Harry leans down whispering into my ear, his scent and warm breath on my cheek calm me slightly but do nothing to slow my racing heart.

"Annoying bitches." I mutter under my breath with a huff as I cross my arms over my chest staring straight ahead.

Harry looks at me with wide eyes and his jaw nearly on the floor. I look away from his shocked expression and clench my jaw tightly trying to keep myself from saying anything else I might regret.

He seems to be at a loss for words at my snarky comment but I can't help it. Becca brings out a side of me that I can't control. I haven't had to deal with girls like her since high school and I thought I never would again. But I guess some people never do grow up.

"Do you want me to beat her up for you?" Harry whispers to me.

A teasing smile is tugging on his lips as he looks down at me. I try to keep the scowl on my face because I really am irritated but I can't not laugh when he is looking at me like that.