Harley's POV
I quickly shuffled along in the over crowded hallway, only an inch given to move every moment or so. I sighed to myself in irritation. I was going to be late at this rate. I finally made it to my class, late as I had predicted. I plopped down in my desk and waited to get chewed out by my English teacher. Instead of paying attention to her words as she did, I felt eyes on me. A suffocating stare from the front of the classroom. I met the eyes and inhaled sharply. A boy, his hair was tinted green and a grin on his pale lips. I felt my heart stop and I held my breathe as we continued the stare down.
"Harleen!"
The teacher slammed her hand on my desk, causing my eyes to dart back up to hers.
"Do you understand, Ms. Quinn?"
She inquired. I blushed in embarrassment, I hated it when people called me that...
"Yes ma'am, I apologize. It will never happen again."
I told her plainly. She narrowed her eyes only for a moment before returning to the front by the white bored next to that boy. She cleared her throat before speaking.
"Class, we have a knew student to this school. His name is J-"
"You can just call me Joker."
He said, still grinning at me.
"A-alright. This is Joker. Please take a seat anywhere."
She said. He grinned even more, almost like the Cheshire Cat on steroids. I swallowed hard and he walked forward, taking a seat next to me. I could feel him starring at me again and I refused to look back at him. He turned fully towards me.
"What's your name again, blonde?"
He inquired with a small laugh. I rolled my eyes and turned to him with a fake smile.
"Harleen Quinnzel."
I told him. He chuckled.
"I like that name, Harleen Quinnzel. Rework it a little and you get "Harley Quinn."
He laughed again. I half smiled.
"Yeah, like the clown character, harlequin. I know. I've heard it before."
I told him.
"It's a name that puts a smile on my face!"
He told me. I nodded. He smiled and faced forward again. That was the end of that. After English, I went to my locker to trade out my books for my next classes. On the top shelf, there was a rose in a small vase with a note tied to the stem.
"Come and see me at lunch. -J"
I smirked at the note and closed my locker, the rose in my hand. I waited anxiously for lunch to come. We got out at 11:33 and it was now 11:32. 11:33 was so far away, come on damn it! The bell rang and I bolted out of my class to the court yard. I didn't have to search for too long before I spotted "J". I bit my lip and walked over to him calmly. He smiled at me almost kindly. I handed him the note from my locker.
"Wanna tell me how this got in my locker?"
I asked. He giggled.
"I put it there."
He answered simply. I crossed my arms.
"I'm sure the school principle would be interested to know how you got into my locker..."
I threatened. He smirked.
"If you were going to tell, you would've already done it."
He replied, smiling now. I smiled too, in defeat.
"I suppose you're right."
I told him. He scooted over and patter the spot next to him for me to sit. I did so.
"And you didn't tell because?"
He inquired. I frowned for a moment, thinking of a reason.
"It doesn't really worry me that you got into my locker. So why bother?"
I retorted, he grinned.
"Hehe I like you attitude Ms. Quinn. What would I have to do to get inside of your head I wonder..."
He said, rubbing his chin. I smiled.
"I'll let you inside my world if you'll let me inside of yours..."
I shrugged. He smirked. I had a feeling that he was mentally unstable. And being the psychology nut that I was, I wanted to understand what was inside of his head.
"It's a deal, ."
He chuckled, shaking my hand firmly. I gestured for him to go first. He sighed and looked up to the sky, as if for the answers.
"Y'know, my dad beats me up pretty bad. Every time I get out of line, WHAM! Or sometimes I'll just be sitting there, doing nothing. POW! Pops sure does like the grape, ya see."
He told me, his tone emotionless.
"Uh huh?"
"There was only one time I've ever seen my father smile. We were at the circus and the clowns were running around, pulling their pants down. He laughed and laughed, I'm sure he busted a gut. One day, when he came back from work, I ran up to him. I was wearing his pants and I dropped them to my ankles. "Pops look! My pants fell down!" I said, laughing."
I began to laugh. Tears welled in my eyes from sadness, not from laughing. Though, you couldn't tell from looking. He stopped laughing.
"Then he broke my nose..."
He continued in a sad tone. My laughing died in my throat. I frowned and regained my composer. He looked up at me and smiled a bit.
"But, that's just the down side to comedy. You're always taking hits from those who just don't get the joke. What about you, Ms. Quinn?"
He asked. I sighed and thought.
"My mother and father used to beat me. Until I was about four actually. Then I was taken away. I started hurting myself and others and according to the state, I was dangerous and needed to be institutionalized. I was until I was twelve. Then I went into foster care. My new family is nice enough, though, the woman drinks and the man is spineless..."
I hissed through my teeth. I caught Joker grinning out of the corner of my eye.
"Hmmm we make a perfect pair, don't we, Harley?"
He inquired, matching up the scars on his four arms to the ones on mine. I clicked my tongue.
"Just because we have scars doesn't make us a perfect pair."
I scoffed, standing up. He began to laugh, the sound was a bit frightening.
"You've got fight in you. I like that. But I must say Ms. Quinn, I don't give up that easily. Besides, I do enjoy a bit of a hunt."
He stood and winked at me. He passed me and I sighed.
'What kind of feeling is this? It's like I can't breathe when I'm around him...'
I asked myself. I shook it off and continued off to my next class.