Harley
“She has a photoshoot tomorrow for the cheerleading calendar!" one of the girls yells out as they help their stupid friend to the dorms. Both Benji and I lost in our own little world, we ignore them. Come to think of it, we've always been in our own little world.
Earth spins, the sun rises and sets, but Benji and I have always been side by side, our eyes locked on each other.
“I… I was wrong," I admit, and his lips quirk at the corner. He's loving this.
“Harley Vander, wrong…" he mutters looking out into the campus.
“Don't rub it in, asshole." I nudge him with my elbow. “How? How did all those alters leave, but Farrah stuck around?" I shrug.
Benji sighs, his stance widening.
“Maybe the reason they came to the front was reconciled?" he asks more than answers. Benji has alwa
