Disclaimer: I do not own WOWP.
Okay, first of all, thank you for all your reviews and comments. I appreciate it. Also, one person commented that I make some grammatical errors, and I really want to apologise for that. I hate it when people make mistakes in their writing too! But, I really do juggle a lot of things together, and I know that that is no excuse, but please bear with me! Sorry!
Justin was lying on his bed, staring at the moving fan. The events of the dance were running through his mind - slowly, painfully. While coming back from the dance, Harper had not refused to sit next to Justin, but she had made sure that no part of her body touched Justin.
The ride way back home had been extremely awkward and silent. Even Max, who usually lived in his own world, sensed the change in the environment, and kept his mouth shut the whole way. Alex kept glancing back and forth between Harper and Justin, trying to figure out the sudden shift in the mood. As for Justin, he chanced a look at Harper every once in a while, but Harper stared straight ahead - her face betraying absolutely no emotion whatsoever.
Justin sighed loudly. Why? Why am I feeling this way? What the hell is wrong with me? He knew that he had not been good to Harper, but as soon as he remembered the way Zeke had kissed Harper, his feelings of guilt faded away immediately.
This is screwed up. I mean, why should I care that Zeke and Harper are getting back together? As a friend, shouldnt I be happy for her? Oh God. That girl is messing with my brain.
Justin twisted and turned in his bed - he was feeling restless. He wanted to know what Harper was doing, right at that moment. He knew trying to find out what she was upto was, potentially, stalker behaviour, but he just...could not control himself.
Heaving himself up from his bed, he snatched his wand out of his bedside table, and whispered, "Gandiloo Pee Poo - Harper".
Immediately, a bubble emerged from the tip of his wand, and travelled out of his room. Justin knew the direction where the bubble was heading - towards Harper's bedroom in the basement. Quickly, Justin took out his mobile and tapped on it twice. A second later, video recording appeared on his mobile. Justin could not help but feel proud of himself. Had Alex or Max tried the complicated spell, they would have messed it up, but, not him.
He shook his head, and concentrated on the video.
What he saw surprised him.
He saw Harper lying on her bed, with bits of tissues strewn all across her bed and the floor. When the bubble came closer to her, Justin saw tears roll down Harper's eyes - which looked red and swollen.
Justin gulped. Why was Harper crying this much? Obviously, he had been a jerk to her, but he couldnt imagine why his words would hurt her to such a great level.
Just then, Justin saw Harper reach for something inside the drawer of her table, and hesitate for a moment, before making up her mind and drawing out her mobile phone.
Why would Harper need her mobile at this time of the hour?, Justin wondered, feeling curious.
Jsutin saw her dial a number, and after a few seconds, heard her whisper, "Hey..Zeke? I am sorry to disturb you at this hour, but I wanted to talk to someone, and I figured who would understand me better than you? Well..Alex would, I guess, but she really does not like getting disturbed when she is sleeping. Um..so I called you. Is that fine?", Harper finished, timidly".
There was silence as Zeke spoke at the other end, and a moment later, Harper smiled sadly and said, "I...um, uh...wanted to talk to you about-"
Justin couldnt take it any longer. He switched off his mobile, knowing that as soon as he does that, the bubble will pop.
She was talking to Zeke. She was in pain - and the person she wanted to talk to was Zeke. Not Alex, not anyone else, but her boyfriend Zeke.
Justin angrily lied down on his bed, and decided that under no conditions whatsoever would he let all this, whatever it was, get to him. He was meant for better things than becoming a part of teenage drama. He will stop caring. HE WILL NOT CARE ANYMORE.
One of the readers of my story, GeorgieM, said 'boys are really clueless'. That sums up my thoughts exactly! They, really, really are, arent they? :-)
Anyways, I know I took a longer time putting up this chapter, longer than I have ever taken, but as I said last time - my college has started, and my teachers do NOT like to see me having fun. That is why they load me up with lots of work. But do not stop reading this story...please!