LOVE OR HOPE?

Chapter Seven

HAROLD'S POV:

"Fuck!!!!" I blurted when I tried to touch my nose,that girl is incredibly good at punching, no doubt. I could feel my fucking broken nose.

Jesus.

I wasn't expecting much though, she looked like the violent type even with all that beautiful body.

Wait what?

I don't even want to think about that fucking aspect of her, She's still a bloody asshole. I moved closer to the large mirror in my room and tried to check my poor nose out.

I'd come home yesterday with my nose still bleeding and my worried aunt kept pestering me. "Did you get into a fight, Harold-"  I continued to ignore her till I climbed the stairs and got to the front of my room.

"I need my privacy" I scoffed in fustration and opened the door to my room. I didn't want to unleash my pained ass at any one, I had also threatened Ted not to tell his parents what had happened or that he even saw Alyssa at the beach.

So much for trying to start a Saturday by going to the beach and enjoying the calm breeze from the oceans.

She thinks I'm on to her?, There's no way I fucking care about that bitch. There was just something about her that reminded me of who I am and I hated it. I couldn't specify what it was or what it still is but I fucking hated it.

She was wearing a pink tank top and a jean bum short. Damn,she looked so sexy. Her brown legs were spotless and her hair looked wild and fucking beautiful-

Why the hell does these thoughts keep coming to my fucking head?, I hit my forehead with my right palm and shaked my head like she would actually fly away from it.

I climbed down the stairs to get a cup of warm milk and my phone rang from my pocket,I checked the Caller ID and groaned.

"Hey Baby."

I tilted my head backwards to rest on the wall. "I told you to stop calling me that."

"Okay, I'm sorry." She said quickly. "How are you doing?"

"I'm about to get really busy, if you don't mind?"

"You are always busy each time I call you." She lowered her voice, sadly. " I'm starting to feel like you really don't want to talk to me"

" I don't. " I retorted bluntly.

" You know that no matter how angry you try to be towards me, I'll always be your mother and nothing will ever change that."

" That is my only regret."

" You can't just talk to me like that, Harold!"

"Stop calling me! You can't just barge into my life at fourteen and tell me that you are mother. "

" But you've known that for up to six years now, Harold! You are twenty for chrissakes!"

" Fuck time, then! You visited me twice when I was fourteen and you never looked back."

" I told you my reasons, Harold. I'm always so busy and plus, you never pick up my video calls, I'm always trying to FaceTime you. " She said, raising her voice now.I could feel her fucking fustration. Who cares?

"FaceTime me?" I asked sarcastically. "And why would I pick up? I've only seen you twice in my entire life and you are still a fucking stranger to me" You may forever be.

" Don't cuss at your mother!!, You've seen me twice but must've seen me countless times on TV! "

" And you think that counts? " I shouted in anger. God, she was so fucking irritating!

" Harold-" I hung up. To hell with you!!

I sighed and slowly slid from the wall to the floor.

"Aaaaaarrrrghhhh!" I grunted in anger and threw my phone away. I got up and tried to punch the fucking wall. My mind trailed off to Alyssa again.

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"Hey!" The slim girl with nerdy glasses said as she waved at me, trying to look as excited as possible.

Aren't these Alyssa's friends and isn't the one beside her supposed to be Tracey?, I overheard Ted telling Maurice about his new friend at the beach who was named Tracey.

I nodded my head at them.

"Should we come in or-" She raised her eyebrows inquisitively.

I opened the door widely and they both stepped in, my surprised look was still very obvious and they were fucking ignoring it, I dipped my hands into my pocket and stared at them,They were the last people on my mind that I could have expected when I heard several knocks on the door.

"I'm Mia." The nerdy glasses-looking girl finally said.

"I'm Tracey. We are Alyssa's friends. Can you remember us? We all met yesterday." Lord,She was wearing too much fucking make up,was she on her way to some kinda fashion show or something?, her red lipstick was as shiny as her red heels.

I nodded again."Harold." I muttered."And Yes I do. Is there a problem?"

"No actually. How's your bleeding nose? We are so sorry for Alyssa's behavior yesterday, She isn't always like that." I could tell by the way she pushed in her glasses up the bridge of her nose and trying to look elsewhere that she was fucking lying.

"She's a really great girl. Okay in short, We just pretty much came to invite you to her birthday day party that is coming up next week Friday. " Tracey said, handing out an invitation card to me.

I gazed at it for a moment.

"And just why would I want to come to her birthday party? To give me more reason to bleed? " I scoffed sarcastically.

" No please, It's a surprise party. She doesn't even know about it, We'd really like it if you would make it and see the other side of her" Mia smiled.

" Oh really? There's another fucking side of her apart from being a real bitch? I'm eager to see it's non-existence" I collected the invitation card and went through it.

" Are you always so sarcastic?" Tracey asked.

I shrugged.

"Would you be able to find your way around?" Shiny lipstick asked again." It's at my place, We could pick you up if you want."

"I have a car.* I bored my eyes into hers, She's going to be a fucking proud bitch, I don't like her.

"I'll know my way around"

"Great. See you there." Mia replied with a hint of victory in her voice as she led Tracey out.

I stared at the invitation card one more fucking time.

"See you soon, Bitch." I smirked.

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