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(Camila Cabello as Tiffany Felix)
.Harry.
Journi dropped me off at the bar where I left my unofficially claimed motorcycle, and Emilia followed me to it.
"Where are you going?" Journi called out at Emilia.
"If you think I want to sit in your car and hear you talk my f*****g ear off about Harry, then you must be that f*****g stupid," Emilia seethed, not looking at Journi as she climbed on to my bike. Journi rolled her eyes as she closed the window and drove off.
"Is she a s**t talker?" I asked, and Emilia nodded.
"Journi thrives off of being the centre of attention, and she'll do just about anything to stay there," Emilia casually said as she picked at the nail polish on her fingers.
"Anything?" I asked.
"Anything," Emilia said, confirming a definite answer.
"Someone must've f****d her up badly," I said, and averted my attention to the road. When we arrived at the familiar parking lot, I pulled into a Starbucks next to our group therapy building. I am not going to survive this hangover if I don't get some f*****g coffee. I know it's a myth, but I want to distract myself from this horrendous headache and unsatisfying hunger.
"Do you want anything?" I asked, opening the door for Emilia.
"I need like six painkillers, and two shots of espresso, straight," Emilia said, squinting her eyes.
"Well I don't think Starbucks carries painkillers, but I know for a fact they have espresso shots," I said, deciding if I wanted the iced Chai latte or an iced coffee.
"Hello! Are you guys ready to order?" The cashier asked as I fished my wallet out of my pocket.
"Uh, can I get a venti iced coffee with two shots of espresso and three shots of hazelnut?" Emilia asked, taking out her wallet. The cashier asked for her name as Emilia paid and sat down to wait on me. I ordered the same drink with one espresso shot and waited on our drinks with Emilia. The cashier called our names shortly after, and we left, heading inside for group therapy.
Noah is yet again the first one, and I don't know why I'm shocked.
"Whoa, hold the f*****g phone! Please don't tell me slept with her!" Noah yelled, clapping his hands and laughed.
"Who the f**k says hold the phone? Who are you? My deadbeat mother?" Emilia said, sitting down right next to me.
"I'd much rather be your deadbeat mother than sleep with you," Noah said, knowing damn well he more than crossed the line.
"f**k you," I spat at him, defending Emilia. I know what it's like to grow up with not only one, but two deadbeat parents.
"Oh, how cute. When's the wedding?" Noah teasingly asked with a smile, tempting me to rearrange his perfectly flawless teeth.
"Whose wedding?"
Shit.
"Harry and Emilia's, that's who," Noah said as Sophia sat down across from me.
"You're getting married?" She asked, hurt evident in her voice.
"What the f**k? No!" I hissed.
"Oh, good," Sophia said, making me scoff.
"Get the f*****g hint bombshell wanna be," I said, quoting Emilia's words.
"It's never gonna happen, just like Regina George said about the word fetch, so do yourself a favour and let it go." Ignoring her is going to be harder than I thought if Sophia's that deranged.
"Not even a slight chance?" Sophia asked, and the thoughts racing through my mind can not form the simplest of questions for the way I feel about Sophia's impressive stupidity.
"Where the f**k did you pull that from? I am sure you didn't hear that from me. Look, I had fun, but if you think I can make a commitment to be in a f*****g relationship before a reasonable sleep schedule, then you've lost your damned mind." I said, trying not to laugh at Sophia's expense, but she's making it next to impossible to keep my thoughts to myself.
"Have you always been a narcissistic asshole?" Sophia asked at Atlas walked in.
"Have you always been a need little cunt who throws herself at the wrong people?" I argued.
"You're f*****g sick. You know that, right? You come in and wiggle your way into a girl's pants and think it's okay to pretend nothing happened, or pretend there wasn't any real connection." Sophia spat, making Emilia giggle to herself.
"I'm the one wiggling into girl's pants? I don't know if you remember everything we did, but last I checked, you're the one who questioned why I didn't take you inside my house. You're the one who instigated it, and I sure as hell wasn't planning on passing that up, so my f*****g condolences if you thought I was looking for a trophy wife." I said as Journi walked in.
"What'd I miss?" She asked, taking a seat next to Atlas, who was trying his hardest not to lose it.
"Harry called out Sophia's bullshit better than any of us could imagine," Noah said.
"Ah, got it," Journi responded while shooting mental daggers at me.
"At least you didn't have to hear Emilia practically announce to the world that Harry's f*****g her." Journi clearly has no boundaries.
"That's my boy!" Noah exclaimed, making Journi roll her eyes.
"Oh I'm sorry, did you want me to cry about it and tell him he's a piece of s**t? Hate to break it to you, Journi, but all of us are piece's of s**t," Noah cooly states.
"I am not a piece of s**t you motherfucker," Journi yelled, seething through clenched teeth.
"If you aren't a piece of s**t, then why the f**k are you here? Piece's of s**t don't sit here for fun." Noah said, making a valid point. He's not wrong at all, and I don't know why Journi seems to think she's the best thing out there.
"At least I have my morals," Journi responds while looking at Emilia, Sophia, and I.
"At least I'm having fun," I said, c*****g an eyebrow.
"The devil had fun being the angel of music, but look where his irrational stupidity got him," Journi said, trying to throw religion in my face.
"I bet Lucifer is having more fun than you. I'd have fun terrorizing people into temptation and watch them think they are going to heaven and having the time of their sin filled shitty little life only to die and burn for the rest of eternity." I said, stating facts. Before Journi could protest, Blue walked in. She looked more lively today. Maybe it's because of the make up she doesn't really need.
"Where the f**k did you go yesterday?" Blue asked, barking at me.
"To Mars," I sarcastically respond, knowing she hates it.
"Awe, you should've stayed," Blue retaliated.
"He was with me," Emilia said, blowing our cover.
"I find that hard to believe," Blue said, glancing at me.
"Hey, at least you didn't have to hear them attempting to wake up all Downtown," Journi said, smirking. I want to throw a f*****g chair at her.
"I said get your f*****g hands off of me," A voice rang out, making all of us look up at the boy. Behind him stood a security guard gripping the boy's shirt.
"Do you want to go back to jail?" The security guard asked.
"No, but I would appreciate it if you didn't man-handle me like a little b***h," The boy said, glaring hard into the security guards eyes.
"Now get the f**k off, or I'll do something to make you regret ever laying eyes on me. Sounds like a plan, eh?" The boy said inching closer to the security guards face.
"I'm not scared of you," The boy said, freeing himself from the security guard.
"f*****g bastard," The boy said as the security guard left the room.
"Who the f**k are you supposed to be and why are you here?" Noah asked.
"f**k off." I already like this guy.
"Blue, it's good to see you... again," The boy said.
"f**k off, Ezra," Blue said to the boy named Ezra.
"Damn, it was a joke. Relax, it won't kill you," Ezra said, smirking on her.
"And to answer your question," Ezra started, looking at Noah.
"My names Ezra Klein and I'm here because of my apparent PTSD. I don't blame my mom for putting me here. There's a lot of s**t a ten-year-old shouldn't see." Ezra responds, seemingly uninterested with Noah's nosey arse.
"Like what?" Journi asked.
"Why the f**k would I talk about? I'm not reliving that, thanks but no thanks," Ezra sounded calm and collected, but I can see and feel the rage in his eyes from here.
"Why do you know Blue?" Sophia asked.
"Why do you care why I know her?" Ezra asked, leaning forward in his seat.
"You're the one who outed yourself," Atlas said for Sophia.
"That's fair. We met at a party," Ezra said, looking at Blue.
"And it was wild as fuck." Ezra is taunting her, and I don't like that.
"Come on, Blue, shall we tell them the fun we had." Ezra's pushing her buttons.
"If you think slipping something in my drink is fun, then you're f*****g sick," Blue yelled. Ezra chuckled and sat back, dismissing her.
"It wasn't even that bad," He said still chuckling to himself.
"Of course it was that bad! You're the one who slipped it into mine and ten other peoples drinks! And for what? What was your reward besides getting deported back to f*****g Canada?"
Oh s**t.
"I didn't get deported. That's what you want to believe. I willingly went back. Texas heat is one giant fat f*****g no." Ezra said, and he's not wrong. I don't know why it's warm in December. I thought people were exaggerating, but they weren't. Girls are walking around in barely-there clothes.
"I don't blame you," I said to Ezra.
"What do we have here? Another Brit," Ezra said, looking at me, amused.
"No, I'm South African." I'm dismissing what I said about liking him.
"I'm not uneducated, but I'm pretty sure some ignorant f**k down the street would believe you," Ezra said, and I take it back again, I do like this guy.
"Well, aren't you the mouth one?" Atlas pointed out.
"And I take you're the kid everyone avoids afraid to hurt your feelings because you scream school shooter," Ezra exclaimed.
"Hey, don't talk about that as if you're talking about the weather," Sophia said, growing irritated.
"Why not?" Ezra asked, facing Sophia.
"Because that's not something you can casually talk about," Sophia stated, making me question where the f**k Ellie is.
"Oh, but I can," Ezra said, pushing her buttons.
"And why is that?" Emilia asked before Sophia could respond.
"Because I'm a f*****g survivor. You all want to know why I'm all kinds of f****d up, so there it is. Imagine seeing your classmate bleed out right next to you dead. Now imagine yourself struggling to breathe with your own wounds, focusing on not dying as a f*****g ten-year-old. That s**t stays with you," Ezra said.
"Bullshit," Sophia called out. Ezra shook his head while unbuttoning his shirt, similar to mine.
"Dude, what the f**k!" Noah yelled. All of us were staring at Ezra as he left his shirt unbuttoned as my eyes glanced over his chest, freezing the blood in my veins. He stood up and crouched down in front of Sophia.
"Do you see that?" He asked her, showing her three bullet wounds on his chest. He took off the rest of his shirt and Emilia sucked in a sharp breath. Ezra has an additional five bullet wounds on his back with a few scars from stab wounds.
Sophia stared wide-eyed at Ezra's chest.
"I asked you a question. I asked, do you see that?" Ezra's voice was a little too calm and collected.
"Y-yeah," Sophia stuttered, unable to remove her eyes from her unwanted view.
"Now, tell me it's bullshit again. I f*****g dare you, princess," Ezra challenged. My god, he's all kinds of f****d up.
"It's n-not bulls-s**t," Sophia incoherently said.
"Maybe instead of doubting, ask some questions first, honey," Ezra said, and Ellie finally walked in.
"Sorry I'm late guys, there was an accident on the highway." Ellie chimed, sitting down and getting herself situated.
"Oh, hello, you must be Ezra," Ellie said, acknowledging him.
"Right, you are," Ezra said, sitting back down and fixing his shirt.
"Okay, so, tell us a little about yourself," Ellie said, getting her clipboard and pen ready. Ezra went on about where he's from and why he's here. Ellie had a hard time hiding her shock at the mention of every parent's worst nightmare. No one wants to hear about an active shooter in a school. It's f*****g morbid and disturbing.
He also mentions he knows Blue and then went on how and why he knows her, exposing their past history. Blue was having a hard time hearing all this s**t Ezra brought up about their unconventional relationship.
"Are you happy to see her again?" Ellie asked Ezra, and he nodded.
"Yeah, it is good to see her again."
"What about you, Blue? Is it good to see Ezra again?" Ellie asked Blue as she struggled.
"I don't give a ratsass," Blue snapped, glaring at Ezra.
"Funny, you're the one who pursued me, and now you don't give a s**t?" Ezra whined, pretending he's offended.
"Life is full of completely avoidable mistakes." Blues snarky remark made Ezra chuckle.
"What's the f*****g problem?" I asked word vomiting. Ezra looked between Blue and me as his lips turned up in a smirk.
"Well, aren't you guys cute," He said.
"Is there anything going on in between the two of you? I endorse it," Ezra said, taunting us.
"No," Blue and I said simultaneously.
"Whatever helps you sleep at night." Ezra chimed.
Once the hour was up, I bolted out.
"I'm gonna go with Journi," Emilia said and went with Journi.
"Harry!" Blue's voice rang out, stopping me from getting on my motorcycle.
"What?" I asked as she lightly jogged over.
"Can I go with you?" She asked.
"You didn't drive?" I asked as she shook her head.
"No, I took the bus," She said, her voice soft.
"Oh, get on," I said, and she complied, putting on my spare helmet. Her small arms wrapped around my waist as I shoved the key into the ignition. I drove off back to my dads, and the traffic was surprisingly light.
"Thank you for bringing her home," My dad said, opening the front door.
"I swear to god if she isn't safe here, I'm gonna f**k you up," I seethed in my dads face.
"Why wouldn't she be safe?" He challenged.
"I don't know what you did to f**k up our family, but I'm guessing enough for you leave mine and mums arse and run away without so much of a f*****g goodbye. All I know, mum doesn't flip her s**t about the little things anymore. She was scared of you, and she's still living in fear!" I yelled, pulling Blue behind me.
"I know you don't trust me," He started.
"You're damn right, I don't," I said, cutting him off.
"But, I need you to trust me enough to believe I'm not putting Blue's life at risk." He said, trying to sound vulnerable and open.
"I'll do that when I start hearing some f*****g answers about what the f**k happened. And if you can't, then I don't see any valid reason to trust you. You are so f*****g repudiating, it sickens me." I spat at him.
"You're not ready to know anything," My dad said.
"That is not for you to decide. We are both adults in age, but you're acting like a f*****g middle schooler." I want to sock this cunt in the face.
"Blue, let's go," My dad said, dismissing me. Blue looked back at me as she went with my dad.
I will find out what the f**k my dad did to her and our family if it's the last thing I do.
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