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Chapter 9

"Here." Harry says to me handing me a half empty carton of eggs.

"I am not doing that." I say gesturing to the other kids who were throwing eggs at at the home.

"Oh come on Nezbit. Don't be a buzz kill."

"Light's on!" Someone yells.

Every one scatters to their cars.

Harry grabs me pulling me along with him. I get in he back seat of his car, and some girl who had been driving with us, gets in the passenger seat. We speed off.

She laughs. "Dude, we should have prank week every weekend!" She pauses. "What time is it?"

"Two." Harry answer.

"Fuck!" She huffs. "Could you take me home?"

"Yeah, sure." Harry nods, "What way."

"Left."

~*~

"Thanks for the ride." The girl says.

"No problem." He answers. "Nezbit, you can get up here."

I unbuckle my seat belt, get out the car, open the passenger door, and get in. Just as I was bucking my seat belt, Harry went to turn the radio station and an unfinished pop can spilled on me. I managed to move quickly enough to where it didn't get on my jacket, and barely on my pants, but it was all over my shirt.

"Shit!" Harry says, while quickly opening the glove box. He pulls out some napkins and hand them to me.

He pops the trunk and goes to get something from it.

He comes back with a plain white t-shirt. "Here." He says. "Put this on. Hurry up though, because it's cold out here."

He slams the door shut.

Well then.

I take off my jacket and shirt, and throw Harry's on. The shirt was very large, but it was alright for until we got to the frat house. I try to wipe off the extra soda off of me with the dry part of my shirt. I knock on Harry's window so he can get in, and he did.

Luke's POV

Sit on the bed in Harry's room. When they get back I'll kill him, I swear I will. He's such a prick!

The door opens and finally, a familiar hazel eyes meet mine. A tall mass of shit follows behind her.

I scan her change of clothes, Harry's clothes. He didn't!

I immediately get up and go slam him against the wall.

"What the hell-" He begins to say.

"Play date, huh?!" I yell in his face. "What the fuck does that mean, Harry?!"

He stares for a moment, then a smile appears on his face.

"She's a fifteen year old, innocent, kid, you fucking pervert! You think you can just run off with her and rip her damn shirt off, and I wouldn't do anything?!"

"Em, actually-" Harry chuckles, "She took her own shirt off."

"You did this voluntarily?!"

"No, I-"

That's all I needed to know.

"Harry, I swear-"

"Well you didn't want her to be sticky did you?" He smiles.

Finally I punch him him the face, causing him to stumble to the floor. Believe me, I would love to say it felt good to do that, but it didn't. Punching his face was like punching a brick wall.

"Ow." Harry grunts. "Luke it was because I had coke."

"You did cocaine in front of her too?!" I yell about to punch him again.

Harry puts a hand up to block me.

"No, Luke!" Nezbit says.

"It was fucking soda!" Harry snaps. "I spilled it on her by accident, and I had a shirt in my trunk. I was out of the car. Okay?" He shakes his head. "When she changed I didn't even see her damn stomach!"

"Ehh, what?" I ask looking to Nezbit.

"Yeah." She nods.

Well this is not a good spot I've gotten in here.

Nezbit comes over, extending her arm to help Harry up.

"No, he might break my leg if I hold your hand." Harry huffs, lifting himself off the ground.

"Eh, sorry." I say helping him up.

"Well, to be fair, you were basically begging him to punch you." Nezbit defends me.

True. He was, and he received.

"I didn't think be would do it." Harry says.

"Well, he did."

"Ehh, so I'm assuming you'll be wanting us to go now?" I ask.

"Clearly!"

"Oh, come on Harry." Nezbit sighs.

"I'm sure I have to get stitches in my lip and I'll have this damn bruise for at least a week!"

"It's just a little cut."

He has an annoyed expression on his face when he points to the carpet with blood on it. "And I have to pay for that." He finishes.

"Isn't there any other option here?" Nezbit ask.

~*~

Nezbit sits on her suit case near the road.

"Niall," I say into the mouth of the payphone. "Can you come get me?"

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Shoooort. Sorry, finals this week.