Summary: Why was Harper so vehement about Alex going out with Dean? [Jarper]
Warning: Cursing, mentions of rape, underage alcohol consumption
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"I just can't help it! You just say his name and these things come out!" Harper Finkle exclaimed when her best friend, Alex Russo, gave her a questioning look about her behavior.
Rolling her eyes, Alex turned around and walked away from her friend, heading to her locker. Harper trailed behind. "Chill, Harp. I'll be okay. He won't do anything to me. We'll just be at the skating rink, skating. Nothing else." Alex explained, attempting to calm her anxious comrade down. No such luck.
The moment that the one and only Dean walked over to the two, Harper tensed quickly, drawing herself quite a ways away from the duo. Her jaw set and fists clenched, she watched the exchange.
Alex did not seem to notice the way that Harper's eyes became ice-like, the way that her lips were pursed and pale. She did not notice that when Dean called Harper "what's-her-face," a disgusted look came across the redhead's face.
What she did notice, however, was that when Dean had gone, Harper was nowhere to be found.
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"Hey Harper." Justin Russo greeted Harper as she trudged into the Waverly Sub Station that afternoon, shoulders slumped and head low.
"Hey Justin." she replied, waving half-heartedly as she took a seat at the counter, where Justin was reading a book.
The black haired male looked up from his reading, a concerned look upon his face. "What's wrong?" he asked.
"Nothing. I'm just worried is all. Alex is going to the skating rink with Dean, after I tried to tell her not to. He's dangerous!" Harper explained, brows furrowed and fists clenched in frustration.
Justin frowned. "Not that I don't totally agree, but why do you think he's so dangerous?" he asked; the question had been bugging him for quite some time.
Harper immediately recoiled, jumping from her seat. "What?! Didn't you hear what I've been telling Alex? Temporary tattoos! C'mon! Hey, I left something in Alex's room, could I go get it?" she stammered, running to the stairs.
Justin stood for a moment before making up his mind and rushing after the fleeing girl, informing his father of his departure. "Harper!" he called once he was in the living room. The girl was just running up the steps to the bedrooms.
Justin immediately bolted after her, taking the steps two at a time. "Harper!"
Since the home wasn't all that big, Justin easily caught up to hr, grabbing her arm as she came upon Alex's bedroom. "Harper, what did he do?" Justin demanded, feeling his blood at the mere thought of Dean hurting Harper.
"Nothing! He didn't do anything! Justin, let it go." Harper shouted, struggling in his grip.
"You're lying." Justin stated, voice stern. His grip stayed firm, despite the thrashing redhead in his arms.
"I'm not! Justin, please let go!!"
"No! Harper, please tell me. If he did anything to you, so help me, I'll kill him." Justin pleaded, voice quiet. Silence.
Suddenly, Harper's face crumpled and tears built up in her eyes. Seconds later, she fell against Justin, sobs racking her body. "H-He…he…"
"What did he do, Harper?" Justin asked softly, a lump building in his throat.
"He…r-raped me." Harper confessed, voice barely audible.