[Song for the chapter:
Bad girls- M.I.A]Tori's P.O.V
"NO!"
You'd think it was Harper screaming after I ask her to go on a date with that asshole Terry, but you'd be wrong. 'Cause that's me screaming after Harper said she had no problem going on a date with him.
"Why do you mean 'No'?" Harper asks, looking at me from her windowsill with a cigarette clutched between her index and middle fingers.
"Wha- you have absolutely no problem with going on a date with Terry?" I ask, jumping up from her bed.
Harper and I came back to her house after she found me crying my eyes out. The ride home was silent as I promised to tell her everything once we got home, and she took advantage of that silence by cussing and shit-talking about Terry and how she'll kill him.
"No," She shrugs, breathing out a puff of smoke, "I won't let him fuck with you."
"But you have a boyfriend!" I feel like pulling my hair out.
"It's not an actual date-date, it's like hanging out or something."
"But-"
"What do you want me to say. huh?" Harper puts out the cigarette on an ashtray neatly placed on her dressing table. "You want me to say, No? You want me to leave you in your mess so you can mess it up more? Cause I'm not doing that! I'm not gonna stand idly as Terry tears your reputation apart in front of everyone and brings you down. Cause like it or not I'm your friend and that's what friends are for."
By the time Harper's done with her speech her face is inches away from my face, I just gulp and nod. I did not want to bring out the angry Harper today.
"Did he text you?" She asks sitting down on the bed, I take out my phone and sit next to her.
I go to my DMs to see Terry actually sent me a message. Harper takes my phone and makes sure that he'll get rid of any and every evidence of that pic and video ever-existing right in front of her. And that he won't tell anyone about this "date". Terry had two conditions, one, he wanted the date to be today at 7 and the other being-
"The black dress you wore on 7th August?" I read out the message aloud.
"How does he know what I wore on 7th August?" Harper also addresses her confusion.
"Your Instagram?" I suggest.
After scrolling through Harper's Instagram for a post of 7th August, we come up empty-handed and just ask Terry which dress.
"Alex's Snapchat story? Where do we find Alex's Snapchat story?" I grit my teeth.
"I got it." She says after a few moments, "That dirty asshole, I'm gonna kill him after this whole thing."
Harper storms in her closet and brings out a black dress and my jaw almost hits the floor, because of how short the dress is.
"Don't ask me why I own this." She warns me.
"Why do you own this?" I exclaim not being able to keep a straight face.
I know for a fact we're just overreacting, cause I've seen Harper wear worse but Terry does seem like a bit of a pervert for asking her to wear this.
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