Magnolia in May [H.S]

Part forty-one.

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Harry

The night of the banquet...

"And how do you know me?" I inquire, Florian looks at me with an impish undertone. Deep blue eyes that at first glance almost looked like fake contacts.

He chuckles pushing back his blonde hair. This guy's smug manner was starting to get on my nerves. I just wanted to go back to the table and talk to Meg. Maybe pull her outside after the speeches to steal kisses from her lips. "Oh, I don't. I know Magnolia though..." This only makes me think back to the night she and Indie fought over this dude. But why? 

I scoff with obvious intent. Rolling on my heels with pure boredom from chatting with this guy. "Yeah, everyone knows Meg, she's kind of a hot spot around this neck of the woods." He grins with his blinding smile, nodding his head with a snooty face plastered there.

"Seems like it." I subtly rolled my eyes in agreement, waiting for him to elaborate so I could leave. Though, I was really curious about him- what he had to do with Meg- I didn't have the time for this shit. And I wanted to see her up on the stage in her stunning dress. Smile at our secret little escapade, while knowing I had left a hickey on her collarbone. "Sure does." I fake a smile back, mustering all of the politeness I had in me, not very much was left.

"Right I'm gonna. Go." I flee away slowly, Florian grabs my wrist. I grimace, pulling his grasp from mine. He's lucky I'm in a good mood or I'd use his face as a punching bag. I take the high road, scoffing at the fact he dared to touch me. 

"Wait! We have things to discuss." Seriously, do I need to kick the shit out of him, like catch on? "Yeah, okay pal." I saunter further like before. He picks up after me, rushing with frazzled words.

"I'm sure people including Meg would love to know about the mounds of medical bills that you were drowning in after your little accident. More importantly what lengths you go to dig yourself out of them." What the fuck. How does he know about that? All my emotions poured over me, but most forefront was rage. I had gone from calm to slightly ticked to - now fuming with anger in seconds.  

I remind myself of the girl waiting for me, knowing If I had gotten into a fight with this prick it might ruin things. So I do what's the most level-headed- leaving the situation. "Go fuck yourself!" I turn around to leave for the third time and stop when he begins talking again.

"Look, I'm just gonna cut the bullshit and flat out say why I'm here. I know you're close with Magnolia- whether you're gonna admit or not- I know. I also know about her addiction, that fact I could get her kicked out of competitive skating for drug abuse. Among many other taboo things that should stay a secret." Now that's where I draw the fucking line, talk shit about me- fine but when it comes to Meg- I'll have him on his ass. My fists curl, by now my heart rate is through the roof. Pumping adrenaline through my body in a force to fight this twat. 

He keeps on blabbering, I listen. I'm not about to go and let this rich boy crush Meg's flowering talent. "Fortunately for you, I have the mentality for keeping these secrets." Think about Meg, the future ahead of her...

"What the fuck do you want?" I seethe, clenching my jaw so tight it hurts. He breaks into a beaming ear-to-ear grin, a look that told me he got exactly what he wanted.

"Think of it as a favor, also you should be thanking me - I could have your career as well as your little toys'." And now I'm starting to realize why Meg didn't want to talk about this fucking pathetic loser. He's a slimy prick.