Misunderstood

Chapter Nineteen

Sahara’s POV

“Oh shit,” I murmur, walking into the downstairs bedroom and seeing Harper laying back on the bed, being kissed by….Mr. Winchester?

“Um sorry to interrupt,” I continue quietly trying to tiptoe back out of the room but apparently I wasn’t quiet enough. 

“Oh Sahara, um yeah well um, I should probably get back in the living room and help with the plan,” Mr. Winchester mutters straightening his flannel shirt and running his hand through his long hair before pushing past me with a small guilty smile. 

I watch him leave before turning back to Harper who is now sitting up on the bed glaring at me. Now there could be two reasons for this: one, the fact that I just interrupted her steamy make out session with our teacher, or two, the fact that she just found me and her boyfriend making out not twenty minutes ago. 

“So Mr. Winchester huh? Knew it would happen sooner or later.” Better to play it safe. 

“What do you want Sahara?” 

So apparently she is glaring at me for reason number two. 

“Harp, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for any of this to happen with Luke. I just, we were just, I don’t know what to say,” I answer, throwing my hands up in frustration. Why does she want me to explain this. She knows what happened, I mean she witnessed it up stairs earlier. There’s nothing to explain. 

“Do you want to be with Luke?” she asks, and I see that she is looking down at her lap. 

There are so many ways I could answer this question. So many things I could say with so many different consequences so which one do I want to choose. 

“Yes, I think I want to be with Luke,” I sigh barely above a whisper. Maybe she won’t hear me and I will be let off the hook. 

“Fantastic. I am thrilled for both of you,” she answers with a snort of laughter, sarcasm dripping through each word that leaves her mouth. 

“Harper I….I’m sorry. You’re still my best friend,” I try, but she isn’t having any of it. 

“Yeah well go tell that to someone who cares, because I sure as hell don’t.” 

“Harper please, I can’t help that I have feelings for him.” 

“Yeah, but maybe if you had never kissed your best friend’s boyfriend in the first place you would have never had these feelings. Has that thought ever occurred to you?” she asks bitterly and I know that it’s rhetoric. 

“Harp…” I start, but there’s no point in even trying to continue. 

AN: So first of all I am so sorry because this is so short and shitty but I wanted to put something up instead of making you guys keep waiting, and this is all I have at the moment. The next update may be a few days from now because I need to figure out where I want this story to go from here. Sorry, I'm just kind of having writers block at the moment and I have exams this week I really need to study for. Also, I dedicate this chapter to @amnxsia because she was the only one that guessed correctly, she shares my love for Supernatural, and her stories are great so go check her out!

Secondly, I've started a new Ashton and Luke fanfic called 'Boozehound' that I would love all of your guys' feedback on! It's a lot lighter and more joyous than what I usually write so I hope you guys like it!! Also, if you haven't already be sure to check out @Elle_Jay's new story 'Dirty Scandals' because it is amazing! And get ready because her and I have an awesome 5sos collab coming out soon! Anyways enjoy this short excuse of a chapter. Love ya guys -Aly