Harley's back! This was just something I got up to when I was bored. I'll probably write more, it's getting entertaining in my head. Enjoy, review, favorite follow! :)
~HFQ
"And yet another one incorrect, as expect-"
I cut him off. Glaring at him, he stopped with his mouth still forming the last syllable and he closed it, knowing by now not to mess with me.
"Sorry Harleen.." I nodded and went back to my soup, crossing my legs under the lunch table. Having my Toms on, I observed my look. Red Toms with black diamonds sharpied in on, my hair falling around my face. It was curly as usual and I shivered slightly as the air conditioning kicked on. Rumors went around that they kept it on for Waylon Jones: Others said there was a bet going around, seeing if they could kill anyone from the chill in the late November air.
Not even winter yet, it was usually 15 degrees F every day and at night the temperatures went up, which was very unusual. Keeping in your mind that this was Gotham City you were talking about, it kind made sense. But not to Edward. It never made sense unless it had a probable answer.
Placing my tray away, Jack starred at me the table across from ours. I rolled my eyes and stared ahead, placing my tray in the window and walking back, looking down at my shoes. They really were cute.. I doodled on them myself.
Smiling over to Pammy, I nodded in the direction of my ex, Jack. Watching him get agitated by Waylon, I giggled, placing my head down on the table. My eyes searched to a crumb, and I breathed on it to blow it off the plastic surface.
Selina batted her eyes, laughing while Edward continued on with a 'amuzing' story. I could see Pammy starting to lend an ear and I just rolled my eyes. Spinning in my seat, I looked over to Jonathan and smiled. "Hey, did you get any research done last night?"
He nodded and pointed for me to sit next to him. Walking over sneakily since we weren't allowed to move, I squeezed in by him. "All here." He grinned proudly, pushing his thin glasses up to his nose, watching me as my eyes flew across the lines of the notebook paper in my pale hands. "Good! We're totally gonna get an A!" I smiled, and raised my hand for a high five. Being dismissed by the bell, we were escorted into the gym, where class president, Harvey Dent stood.
Music playing in the background, I walked in with Pammy and Edward, trying to pick a good seat on the bleachers. Pushing me to the floor, Waylon and Jack passed us, taking the excat spots we wanted. Pouting, I folded my arms across my chest, standing between the two.
Joan Leeland, the schools nurse, stood and pointed to three padded chairs. "Here you go. Since you three don't have anywhere to sit."
Pam muttered a thank you and I tucked my legs under my lap, leaning against the back. The music stopped and Harvey walked around the stage with the microphone. "There has recently been a great problem to come upon Gotham High.. and we're here to fix it, right here, right now. Would Wayne, Bruce and Cobblepot, Oswald please stand. These are the two suspects for stealing money for a new flag pole!"