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LUNA'S POV

I must've changed my clothes for like the billionth time already.

"Oh my God, what is wrong with you?" I mumbled to myself, stepping in different positions in my dress as I stared at myself from the mirror.

Then there was a knock on my door.

"Luna?"

Shit.

"Um, just a second, mom!" I blurted out.

I quickly threw on my bathrobe and closed it, before grabbing the whole pile of clothes from my bed and shoving them under it.

"Luna, what are you doing? I'm coming in."

I cleared my throat and quickly leaned towards my night table, as if I was just chilling.

"Wassup?" I asked.

Mom was wearing a black skintight dress and her hair was curled as she eyed me suspiciously.

"Taking a shower?" She asked.

"Yeah I was just about to hop in bath." I shrugged and flashed her a tiny fake smile.

"Okay," mom said, staring at me again.

"Well, I just wanted to tell you that I'm going out with a friend." She said.

"A friend?" I blurted out. "Like, a guy?"

She snorted.

"Not like that." She said. "I'm just... meeting up with an old friend."

I stared at her but then nodded.

"Okay," I said. "Have fun."

She nodded back at me.

"I have my phone, so... call me if you need to." She said. "I'll be home around eleven."

"Uh-huh," I said.

Though I wasn't really planning on calling mom from my date with Roman.

"Bye," she said.

"Bye," I waved lightly.

Then she walked out of my room and closed the door.

I let out a sigh of relief— but I knew she wasn't out of the house yet.

I walked over to the window and watched as she walked towards her car; and as assumed, she turned around to glanced into my room once more.

I smiled and waved again.

She gave me a small smile before walking in her car and driving off.

Then I dropped my bathrobe and glanced at the clock— 6.25pm.

Roman and I were supposed to meet at seven, so there was still time.


HARPER'S POV

"Bobby, this is the third time you've ditched me already!" I blurted out to the phone as I sat by myself in the diner.

"I'm sorry baby, it's just—"

"You've got practice." I mumbled, already knowing how he'd end the sentence. "I know."

"I'm sorry. I'll make this up to you, okay?"

"Whatever." I said. "Bye."

Then I hung up, sighed and placed my phone on the table.

I drummed my fingers on the table as I stared at the half empty milkshake in front of me.

"This seat taken?"

I lifted my gaze and saw Peter.

I stared at him for a moment before holding my hand out towards the other side of my booth.

"Suit yourself." I spoke, and he smiled lightly before sitting down.

"What are you doing here alone?" He asked.

"I wasn't supposed to be alone," I said, now twirling the straw of my milkshake around in the glass with my fingers. "But my boyfriend ditched me. Third time this week."

"Shiiiiiiit." Peter said. "Why?"

"Football practice." I said.

"Right." He said. "You do know that's a common reason for cheating, right?"

I shot him a scowl.

"But of course your boyfriend isn't a cheater." He nodded.

"What are you doing here alone?" I asked.

"I'm supposed to meet a girl." He shrugged.

"Wow," I said. "Where is she? In your head?"

He chuckled.

"No. she's running late."

I snorted and smiled lightly.

"That's a common reason for ditching." I joked.

He smirked.

"Hey have you heard anything about that Christina girl?" I asked, now stopping the straw twirling.

He shook his head. "I haven't."

"I hope she's okay," I mumbled.

Then the diner door opened again, a blonde, super skinny chick walking in.

I recognized her; Letha Godfrey.

Peter turned his head around as Letha glanced around the place; and as she saw him, a smile took over her face.

I raised a brow as the girl started walking towards the table.

"Letha Godfrey's your friend?" I asked.

"Yeah," Peter said.

"Hey!" Letha smiled to Peter.

Then she turned her gaze to me, a little unsure how to react.

"Have a nice time," I just said, standing up fast. "I was just leaving."

Then she smiled lightly at me. Probably just out of politeness.

"Oops," I then said, leaning to grab my milkshake and finishing it with one suck, and then placing the empty glass on Max's tray who just happened to walk past and gave me an eye roll.

"Bye." I then smirked at the two of them and walked away.

"Who was she?" I heard Letha ask.

"A girl from our school," Peter said, most likely with a shrug.


LUNA'S POV

I was standing in front of the cinema; ended up wearing a loose white dress and a jean jacket, brown leather boots on my feet.

My arms were wrapped around my frame— I was freezing, but was obviously too proud to admit the fact that it was my own mistake for not wearing a pair of jeans or something.

Then I noticed a news paper on the ground and stared at the front page.

With a frown I squinted my eyes to read the headline.

ANOTHER YOUNG FEMALE BODY FOUND DEAD

"Hey," I then heard a voice and turned around, seeing Roman.

A smile grew to my lips.

"Hey," I said.

"You look good," he complimented and I chuckled, glancing away.

"Thanks." I said.

He was wearing a new-looking leather jacket.

"Nice jacket." I complimented back.

"Thanks. It's new." He smirked.

Of course.

"Well, should we go?" He asked, holding his hand out towards the cinema.

"What exactly are we going to see?" I asked, starting to walk.

"Killer klowns from outer space." He said.

"What?" I chuckled.

"Yeah!" He smirked. "They're having a Halloween movie special week."

I let out a laugh.

"Oh my Gosh." I mumbled as we were now standing in line towards the cashier desk.

"What? You afraid of clowns?" He asked.

I just glanced at him, and he let out a laugh.

"Seriously? You're afraid of clowns?" He was amused.

"Shut up." I mumbled, turning my gaze to the left, towards the popcorn selling booth.

"I'm gonna go get popcorn. You want some?" I asked.

"Let's split." He said.

"Okay sure," I said, and started to walk in there.

"Hey, can I have a medium bowl of popcorn aaaaand two bubbly waters. Thanks." I said and slid the five dollars on the desk. She handed me the gas-waters immediately.

"Thanks."

I waited for the girl to hand me my popcorns, when somebody spoke from behind me.

"You do know those make you fat, right?"

I raised my brows and turned around ready to call this douche out— but gasped lightly.

Johnny was staring at me.

"Johnny?" I asked.

"Hey," he said. "What's up?"

"What's up?" I asked, confused. "When'd you get out of the hospital?"

"Last night." He shrugged. "What are you doing here?"

I stared at him for a moment and then swallowed.

"I'm seeing a movie." I said.

"With who?"

"None of your business." I said.

"Here are your popcorns, miss." The girl spoke and I smiled lightly at her and grabbed the bowl from her.

"I gotta go," I said to Johnny and started to walk, but he grabbed my wrist.

"With who, Luna?" He spat. "Did I give you a permission to start dating again?"

I stared at him with a dropped jaw.

"I don't need your permission for anything, asshole— let go of me," I spat.

He narrowed his eyes and roughly let go of my wrist.

"What's going on?"

Roman walked over to us, staring at Johnny.

"Oh you gotta be kidding me," Johnny shook his head and then turned his gaze to me, letting out a laugh.

"Roman Godfrey?" He asked. "Damn. Well, just hope she'll give you pussy. I had to wait and wait and wait... for nothing."

He leaned towards me as he whispered the last words, my eyes narrowing at him.

And suddenly Roman hit him.

My jaw dropped.

"What the fuck?" Johnny blurted out, holding his lip.

"You— get out of here!" A security guy walked over to us.

"You speak to her again and you'll find out there's more where that came from," Roman spat to Johnny.

"Okay tough boy, let's go," the security guy grabbed Roman from the shoulder.

"I can walk by myself, thank you." Roman just said and shook him off.

My mouth was still open, as I glanced at Johnny one more time before rushing after Roman.


We were now sitting outside in front of the cinema, on the pavement, the popcorn bowl between us.

"I'm sorry," Roman spoke.

I glanced at him.

"That I ruined the date." He clarified.

I snorted, grabbing a popcorn and placing it to my mouth.

"Well I mean, you hit Johnny," I said. "I guess it's okay."

Silence.

"I've actually seen Killer Klowns From Outer Space." I confessed.

"Really?" He asked, amused. "I thought you were afraid of clowns."

"Yeah, that's the reason why." I said. "It was my brother's favorite movie."

"You have a brother?" He frowned.

"Notice past tense." I said. "He's dead."

His lips parted.

"Oh," he said.

"Yeah." I said.

"How?" He asked.

I just stared at him for a moment and he understood not to ask further questions.

"I'm sorry." He said.

"It's okay," I said.

"No, I... I shouldn't have importuned." He said.

"It's an automatic following question." I shrugged.

I then sipped my water.

"I'm sorry I ruined tonight." He apologized again.

"Really, Roman, it's okay," I said. "At least I'm not trapped inside my house."

"How'd your mom let you leave anyways?" He asked, now grabbing some popcorn himself.

"She thinks I'm home." I said. "And she's out herself and won't be back till eleven."

He nodded.

I turned my gaze away, drumming my heels on the ground.

I could feel his gaze on me.

"Hey do you wanna do something cool?" He asked.

I turned my head back towards him.

"Like what?" I asked.

He smirked and got up, offering me his hand.

"Come on, I'll show you," he said, and I stared at him for a moment before smiling and grabbing his hand, allowing him to pull me up.


Teresa walked inside the old pub; it was a thirty-five minute drive from Hemlock Grove.

She glanced around for a moment before making her way towards the last table on the left, where a dark-haired, charismatic looking man sat alone, a glass of whiskey in front of him.

Without a word Teresa sat down opposite him and stripped off her jacket.

The man lifted his gaze, a smirk growing to his lips.

"Teresa Lavenders." He spoke with a husky voice. "It's been years."

He glanced at her better.

"You haven't aged a day." He said.

"Thank you, Leon," Teresa smiled.

Leon snapped his fingers at a waitress.

"One red wine, please." He ordered and the woman took off with a nod.

"Shall we order food also?" Teresa asked.

"Sure. The beef here is terrific." Leon smirked.


LUNA'S POV

"Are you aware that this place is closed?", I asked me and Roman were standing in front of the local Halloween carnival. "It's past eight."

He turned his head towards me.

"Yes, but I'm a Godfrey." He said. "You wanna go?"

I stared at him.

"Are you trying to buy me, mr. Godfrey?" I joked, crossing my arms in front of my chest.

"Oh I would never," he said.

Silence.

"Could I though?" He tilted his head lightly.

I let out a laugh and he started to smile.

"Come on, there's not even anyone working there," I said.

"Well let's go find out," he said, starting to walk but I stayed on my place.

He turned around and stared at me.

"You coming?" He asked.

I stared at him and rolled my eyes amusedly.

"Fine, pimp." I joked and he smirked happily as we started to walk towards the gates together.


We spent the next hour and half inside the carnival— there wasn't anyone working there, but we went through the mirror house and Roman won me a unicorn stuffed animal from one of the toy-machines; and there was a carousel that worked with a two dollar bill. It only lasted for like fifteen seconds but Roman kept on running back to it to keep on placing the money in.

"No no no stop—" I laughed as he was about to go and pay for another round. "All that popcorn is gonna get up soon if I stay on this pony for one more ride."

Roman chuckled as I jumped down from the horse I was on top of, and then he offered me a hand down from the whole thing.

"Thanks," I said.

"What do you wanna do now?" He asked as he let go of me.

"How about we sit?" I asked and started to walked towards the bench opposite us.

He rushed after me and we both sat down.

I glanced around the place.

"You know, this is the first time I've went to a carnival in like ten years." I said.

"Really?" Roman asked.

"Yeah," I said, turning my gaze back to him.

"Mom doesn't like them." I said.

"Why?" He asked, confused.

"When I was seven, my brother and I went to one. There was this new awesome roller coaster named Kamikaze— and everyone wanted to get in it. My brother and I were in the last patch to go in, and..." I turned my gaze away from Roman. "It broke down."

"Oh my God," he said.

"We were in the middle of going upside down when the second part of the ride broke apart from the first one where my brother and I were sitting," I said. "I saw the ride falling and crashing down to the ground and I could see the girl, not a lot older than me, she wasn't even screaming, I don't think she was able to, and, and the look on her face— Jesus, just, pure fear."

Roman didn't say anything.

"Mom was furious that night when we went back home. She yelled at my brother so much for taking me to that roller coaster; going on and on about how it could've been me, what he would've done then..." I mumbled. "I feel like after that mom got super over-protective."

I turned my gaze back towards him.

"I mean, I know that she only does it because she loves me and all, but—"

"You're not seven anymore," he said. "You're allowed to have your own life."

I stared at him.

"Yeah." I said.

Then I glanced at the huge clock on the wall of one of the booths.

"It's almost ten," I said. "We should get going."

"Right," he mumbled, and we got up.


"Now, I can't pretend for longer that you only came here today to meet a burger with me," Leon said, eating the last piece of his beer with the fork, before leaning back in his chair and staring at Teresa.

"What is it you really need?" He asked.

Teresa finished her food and wiped the corners of her mouth with the red napkin.

Then she leaned closer to the man over the table.

"I need to kill an Upir." She said.

Leon's eyebrows shot up.

"You need to kill an Upir?" He asked.

"Yes." She said.

"Why?" He asked.

"Because I don't like one." She said with a shrug, leaning back in her chair. "Well, technically I don't like two, but only one of them is causing harm for my family currently."

"Teresa, I will not give you a spell to killing an Upir because you don't like one," Leon said.

Teresa stared at him and chuckled lightly.

"That boy is about to ruin my daughter's life." She spat, serious now.

"Excuse me?" Leon asked. "Teresa, are you planning on murdering your teenage daughter's boyfriend?"

Teresa shot him a scowl.

"You know how Upirs are. They smell blood; they crave blood." She growled. "We both know exactly how much damage they can do."

Leon scowled back at her.

"Don't we?" Teresa asked again, because she knew Leon was warming up to her request.


LUNA'S POV

Roman stopped the car in front of my house as We Don't Have To Take Our Clothes Off by Ella Eyere played from the radio.

I glanced at my house, then back at Roman, who was already staring at me.

"I had a fun time tonight," I smiled.

"Me too." Roman said.

We just stared at each other and I felt butterflies in my tummy– turning my head away as a blush took over my face.

"I should go," I said, turning my gaze back to Roman and he nodded.

"Goodnight," I said as I opened the seatbelt, about to open the door and step out, but Roman leaned over to my seat and grabbed my face gently, pulling me closer as he placed his lips on mine.

I froze for a second, before moving my lips against his incredibly soft ones.

And then he pulled away, far too soon, leaving me breathless.

"Goodnight." He then smirked, pretty smugly.

"You cocky shit." I just said amused, staring at him.

His smirk only grew larger as I chuckled and finally opened his car door and stepped out.

"See you at school," he said.

"See ya." I smiled and then he drove off.

I stared after his car and bit my lip, before letting out the stupid girliest chuckle and turning around to walk inside to my house.


HARPER'S POV

I was lying on my bed and going through Bobby's Facebook on my phone.

I was going through his friend list, trying to find girls I didn't know— but all of them were familiar faces.

I bit my lip; was I a terrible girlfriend for even giving this a thought?

I shook my head, trying to shake the idea away.

Then I locked my phone and dropped it to the bed, before jumping up and walking to the bathroom to take a shower.


"Luna, I'm home!"

The mother walked in to her house, the smell of all her incenses hitting her nostrils immediately.

"Hey," her blonde daughter walked the stairs down halfway. "Did you have fun with your friend?"

"I did," she answered, glancing at her daughter.

Luna had washed off her makeup and switched to her pajamas— but Teresa knew.

She had been a witch for 35 years, for crying out loud.

Of course she knew her daughter had went on a date with Roman Godfrey.

"I just boiled some tea," Luna said. "There's still some left in the blue pot."

"Thank you darling." Teresa said, taking off her long jacket and hanging it on the cloth rack.

"Yeah, no problem." Luna nodded. "I'm gonna head to bed."

"Good night," her mother said.

"Good night," Luna smiled, and took off.

Her mother stared after the teenager, before walking to her own bedroom, heels still knocking on the wooden floor of her house.

She walked in to her room and closed the door, walked over to her bed and placed her bag there.

And then she pulled out an old rolled paper, a tiny brown ribbon wrapped around it.

"Do what you gotta do to protect your family."


Luna Lavenders was all smiles the next day.

She smiled when she took the school bus and listened to her favorite band from her earphones; she smiled when she stepped out on her school parking lot— hell, she even smiled during the whole maths class and let out excited gasps when she lifted her hand up and finally figured something out.


LUNA'S POV

"Okay, gag it out."

I glanced at Harper as we sat outside on the school inner yard, eating lunch.

"What?" I asked.

"You've been smiling since, like, 6am." Harper said.

"You haven't been with me before 9," I said amusedly, biting my sandwich.

"Really? It seems longer, because your smiley face is about to start pissing me off real good!" She blurted out.

I laughed.

"Sorry." I said.

"Well can you at least tell me the reason behind it?" She asked.

I smirked at her.

"Roman and I kissed last night."

"What?" Harper blurted out.

"Yeah," I said, sipping my apple juice.

"How was it?" She asked, eyes glowing. "Now that you weren't drunk and burpy."

"It was good," I said.

Harper smiled.

"So are you two, like, a thing now?" She asked, leaning back in her chair and sipping on her water.

"I don't know," I said. "I mean, we kinda just met."

"Well my suggest is, you take baby steps." She said. "Like day one, say hello and smile."

"And day two?" I asked, finishing my sandwich.

"Suck his dick and call him daddy." Harper shrugged.

I laughed.

"Oh my God," I mumbled and Harper just smirked at me.

I collected my trash together and got up.

"I should get going," I said. "I've got this cheerleading thing."

"Right," Harper nodded. "Bring it on."

"Ha-ha." I dryly laughed before turning around and dropping my trash to the bin.


After the practice I was walking out of the school to the parking lot; but stopped once I saw a dark haired girl standing on the hallway that led out.

"You're not gonna get away with it!" She yelled after a boy— who I recognized as Peter.

Then he walked away, the girl staring after her.

"Look, that's Christina!" Some girls whispered as they walked past her, and one of them mimicked screaming; earning giggles from the others.

Christina?

She started to walk down the stairs and I rushed after her.

"Wait!" I called.

She kept on walking.

"Christina, wait!"

She turned around and I approached her.

"How do you know my name?" She asked.

"I... I saw you at the party," I spoke.

"Are you here to mock me?" She asked.

"What?" I frowned.

She stared at me.

"Of course not," I blurted out. "I wanted to ask you if you're okay."

"I'm fine," she spat. "Thank you for the concern."

Then she turned around and walked away.

I stared after her and snorted, shaking my head.

"Kids these days." I mumbled.

Then my phone buzzed.

From; Roman

Come to the diner X

I smiled at my phone; and then felt like I saw a flash.

I frowned and turned my head around— but didn't see anyone with a camera.

Weird.

Then I just started to walk towards the city.


Roman and Peter were sitting at the diner, eating burgers; well, Roman was eating. Peter was just staring at him as he ate his burger and sipped his drink, humming.

"We gotta talk about Christina." Peter then said.

ROMAN'S POV

I lifted my gaze.

"Okey-dokey, what about her?" I asked.

Peter looked weirded out, but didn't mention the reason.

"Um, I saw her today." He said. "And she told me I wasn't gonna get away with it."

I frowned.

"Get away with what?"

"My thoughts exactly." Peter said. "Dude, she probably still thinks I'm a werewolf!"

"Don't you mean knows?" I tilted my head.

He narrowed his eyes.

"Okay, sorry," I mumbled.

"What if she goes bubbling about it to the cops?" he asked. "There's another body found, and—"

I wasn't really listening to him anymore, as I saw Luna walking in, wearing her cheerleading skirt and a Hemlock Grove high school sweatshirt.

A smile grew on my face. She looked cute.

"Hello? Roman?" Peter asked, but Luna was already walking over to our table.

"Hey," she smiled.

"Hey," I basically purred as she sat next to me on the long booth-sofa, and I threw an arm over her shoulder, pulling her into a kiss.

I completely forgot about Peter, and when I turned my gaze back to him, he was gaping.

"Hi." Luna awkwardly said.

"Hello," Peter said before raising his brows at me.

I cleared my throat.

"So, um..." I mumbled, trying to turn the conversation back to Christina.

"Are you two like a couple now?" Peter asked.

Oh God.

"I talked to that girl," Luna changed the subject.

God— could she be any more perfect?

"What girl?" I asked.

"The girl from the party," she said. "Christina."

"Really? When?" Peter asked. "Did she say anything about me?"

"No," Luna said. "But I heard her yell after you."

Silence.

"You're never gonna get away with it?" She said. "Get away with what? I mean why would she say that?"

"Okay slow down with the questions, okay, Nancy Drew?" Peter snapped at Luna.

Luna stared at him, waiting.

Peter sighed.

"She... she has this idea that I might be a... werewolf." Peter mumbled.

I turned my head towards Luna, waiting to see her reaction.

She burst out laughing; I was surprised.

"She what?" She asked.

Then she realized we weren't laughing.

"You're not kidding?" She asked.

"Luna, you're a witch." I said, in a are-you-for-real way.

She stared back at me.

"Yeah, and I only learned it like a week ago so excuse me for not immediately digging deeper to the world of supernatural and understanding that there can also be such things as werewolves." She said, gently shoving my arm from around her shoulder. She was annoyed at me.

"You did think I was a vampire." I reminded.

"Yeah but then I figured you probably shopped at Hot Topic," she shrugged.

"So you think there can be witches but not werewolves?" Peter asked.

Luna turned her gaze towards him, and stared at him.

Then she didn't say anything, just leaned back in her chair.

"Wow." She said.

"But you can't tell anyone about this, okay?" Peter asked. "Not anyone. Not Harper, not your mother—"

"Okay," Luna cut him off.

Peter stared at her and so did I.

"I won't," she said. "Promise."

There was another moment of silence before Peter nodded.

"Thank you." He said.

"Don't mention it," Luna mumbled.

For a moment I felt kinda bad— she looked like she wasn't really ready to swallow information like this. Unlike me; I just thought it was super badass my BFF was a werewolf.

"Hey Luna," said a voice, all three of us lifting our heads.

"Hey Max," Luna said tiredly but with a small smile.

"Can I um... can I get you something?" He asked, glancing at me and then Peter.

"I'm fine thanks." Luna said.

"Okay," Max nodded. "Um, tell me if you change your mind."

"Sure."

Then he took off with a nervous smile.

"Who was that?" I asked immediately.

"Harper's big brother." Luna answered.

"Oh." I said.

Then she leaned over to grab a fry from my plate.


LUNA'S POV

"So, let me get this straight," I said to Roman as we were walking in the city.

"Peter's a werewolf. I'm a witch." I said, glancing at him. "But you...?"

"Still not a vampire, no," he said, amused.

"Then why'd you ask me if I would be afraid of you?" I frowned. "If you weren't a sparkly type of a vampire but like a real deal."

"I wanted to fool around," he said.

I stared at him.

"Trust me, Luna," he let out a laugh. "I am not a vampire. Swear on my mom."

"You don't like your mom." I said fast.

"Swear on Shelley," he said.

I stared at him and then nodded.

"Fine," I said. "Because I have just started adjusting to myself— now I've gotta wrap my head around the fact I go to the same school with a werewolf, so if I were to find out you really are a vampire within this week..."

He chuckled.

"You won't. I promise." He said. "I'm just a boring regular human."

"You better." I said.

"Mhm," he hummed, suddenly grabbing me from the waist and pushing me against the nearest tree, pressing his lips to mine.

My whole stomach turned around again from the feeling, and I slid my hands up to his neck, pulling him closer.

Then he suddenly pulled away; but only enough to see my face fully.

"Have you noticed that Harper's brother totally likes you, by the way?" He asked.

"I don't think he likes me," I breathed out, really not interested in Max topic now. "Kiss me."

And then I pulled him back towards me, another kiss beginning.


HARPER'S POV

I was driving downtown, about to pick Max from work, but stopped at the red lights.

Probably the sixth ones already.

"Oh man, seriously?!" I blurted out as I held my hand up slightly, before sighing and letting it fall back to the steering wheel.

I glanced towards the street on the left for a second where the candy store was, before turning my gaze back to the road— but wait a minute?

I turned my gaze back, and saw Bobby.

Eating ice cream with some dark haired woman.

My jaw dropped.

Then the lights turned green; I knew it from the honk someone gave me.

I had to drive away, but made a swift turn and parked my car opposite the candy store.

I grabbed my phone from the seat next to me and dialed Bobby, maintaining my gaze on him the whole time.

"What's up?" He answered.

"Heyyyy," I said to the phone, sitting inside my car. "Where are you?"

Please don't lie please don't lie please don't lie.

"Um... I've got practice."

My heart felt like it dropped out of my ass.

"Really?" I asked, voice almost breaking. "Again?"

I let out a nervous chuckle.

"Yeah... The coach is crazy over the fall season."

"Apparently," I nodded.

"I actually gotta go now, but um, can I call you back?" He asked.

I stared at him through teary eyes.

"Um, no, it's okay," I rushed out to say. "Bye."

Then I hung up and dropped my phone on the seat.


LUNA'S POV

I was sitting in the kitchen, eating dinner with my mom.

"Can you pass me the fish?" Mom asked.

Without a word I handed the tray over to her.

Then the doorbell rang.

We both glanced at the door and then turned our gazes to each other.

"I'll go get it," I said and got up, starting to walk towards the door.

It couldn't be Roman, right? I mean, he couldn't have that much of a death wish.

I opened the door and my jaw dropped lightly.

I was faced by Harper; her face was pale and her eyes were puffy and red, tears streaming down her face.

"Harper, what's wrong?" I asked softly, confused.

She stared at me for a moment before starting to sob, her eyes squeezing shut.

"Hey, Harper, it's alright, come here," I blurted out, opening my arms as she walked into them, wrapping her arms around me and crying towards my neck.

"It's alright," I whispered, stroking her back.


"Are you sure this is all you need?"

The young milk-chocolate colored boy slid a file over the table to the woman across from him. They were sat in the very corner of the place.

"Is that all you've got?" The lady asked.

"Well I mean, it's all I've got for the week," he answered.

The woman stared at him, but then nodded.

"Thank you Bobby. You have helped the law of God." She smiled as she got up.

"I damn hope so," Bobby said. "But... are you sure about this? I mean; these kids go to my school. I think they seem like regular kids. One of them's even my friend; Luna. And she's a nice girl."

The woman smiled at him.

"You're so young. So innocent. Wanna believe the best out of everyone... " she murmured.

The boy stared at her.

"Here's your prize." The woman said, handing a small candy box to him— inside it the promised amount of money. "Thank you again, Bobby."

"Can I at least know your name?" The boy asked.

"Clementine." She said with a small smile before walking out.