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Chapter 8
Harry POV

"What did you say to her?!" Dougie screamed at me after Constance fell backwards, out cold.

"It is NONE of your business! She asked what was wrong! She wanted to know so urgently! I tell her, she faints," I snapped back at his raised tone of voice.

"Harry, what's your problem? You are just nothing but mean to everybody!" he yelled, finally standing up for himself. "I was scared of you at first, but now I just see that you're just a coward in there!"

That hurt me. I wasn't going to let it slide either. "Oh, really? I'M the coward? You're the one who has been spoon fed all he knows. Oh, I'm Dougie! I can do math and science! And, not only that, but you were just rejected by my sister! You're such a loser! That's why I didn't want to work along with you!" I threw at him, one mean remark coming out after the last.

"If I'm such a loser, please, tell me why YOU'RE the one whose only friend is their sister?" he spat out.

"At least I have my sister, Mr. Lonely!" I threw back quickly.

"You're going down now, Judd! I'm going to kill you for that!" he screamed at me, the tears built up in his eyes now streaming down his face. He pushed me backwards off the cart and into the mud. He swung a punch at me and hit me right in the jaw, causing multitudes of pain in my face. He just kept swinging and swinging. I couldn't believe I was being beat up by him. Even though I didn't have much strength left, I decided to reach up, and grab his wrists to stop the hitting. I looked into his eyes and I could see much malice and agony he had for me now. He tried to look away from me. "Dougie," I mumbled.

"What?" he asked, the tears once again streaming down his red cheeks.

"I-I'm sorry. I'm so sorry for all those things I said. I'm sorry for everything that I've done to you. I don't mean them. It's just who I am. I tell myself I don't need anybody else. I tell myself that I'm too good for them, and I don't need them. But in reality, I know deep down that I'm the one nobody needs. I'm a terrible person, and I know it. And if you don't forgive me… I don't think I could forgive myself," I confessed to him, guilt overcoming me.

"H-harry, what do you mean by that?" he asked me, trying to choke back his tears.

"Dougie, will you be my key?" I asked him, half smiling.

He nodded. "Of course I will." He got off of the spot where he was sitting on me and stood up. I also stood up beside him. We awkwardly smiled at each other, and he looked away quickly out of embarrassment.

I turned his chin back to look at me. "Dougie, please look at me," I begged him. His eyes slowly looked back to mine. We looked into each other's eyes for the longest time, and it felt like forever was passing as I peered into the bright blue eyes of the younger boy who stood next to me. I leaned in and quickly pecked a kiss upon his lips. He stood there, frozen in shock. "I-I'm sorry…" I trembled. "I think I'll go wake Constance," I told him, making an excuse to get away from this awkward situation.

"Harry," he stopped me, grabbing onto my wrist.

"What?" I asked, turning around. He snaked his arms around my neck and kissed me again. It wasn't a quick, little kiss either. It was a passionate kiss that meant something to both of us. It meant a lot to me. Since I had first laid my eyes upon the boy, it was what I had wanted. I just didn't know that he did as well.

"Well, boys. It's good to know that I'm now out of this. But Dougie, you got over ME quite quickly," Constance interrupted, now awake behind us.

"I'm not completely over you yet," Dougie winked back at her, making me feel a pang of jealousy toward her, but then again, I always have. She has always gotten everything and taken it all for granted. She would meet a boy, it would be like any other day of the week. She would be given something, it would be like she was expecting it. Why could I never be that lucky? Oh well, I think I've finally met my own boy…