Part Four


Harlan glanced over to where Astra was sitting. She was leaning against the post, her posture limp. She was hugging her knees with her head leaning on her legs. Her black hair lay like a web around her, the wavy ponytails hung distanced from each other, flowing down her back, arms and legs.
Harlan walked over to her, his dark trainers silent as he moved. As he got closer he could hear her breathe heavier than usual, obviously upset. When he got up next to her he crouched down, his knees taking the support of his knees.
Astra looked up at the sound of rustling and was face to face with him. He could see her heavy mascara was blotchier than usual and the corner of her eyes were pinkish.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing," She answered fiercly, "And since when did you care?"
"Hey, I don't. But I may have to put up with you for awhile yet so I don't want to be stuck with Ms Grouchy."
"Tough.Luck," She practically growled.
"Chill! 'K? Just because you're all stuck up on Kane, who's too busy fiddling Miss Airhead USA over there," He signalled to across the room where Carmine was sitting, "Does not make me your verbal vodoo doll, got it?"
"So sorry, didn't realise the planet had made the sun redundant and started revolving around you and your twisted little lies. You'll get my congratulations letter in the post, I'm sure."
"Bich," He mutter as he turned and started to walkaway.
"Woof."
"Sob. How could I live without you?"
"Bite me."
Harlan showed his teeth, "Anytime." He turned back and walked away. Astra sighed in annoyance, could be be any more of an obnoxious arse-hole? She wasn't sure it was possible.