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Chapter 3

HAROU

I somehow managed to run in to the bathroom, splashing my face with what I thought was warm water- WRONG. It was ice cold. "AARGH!" well that certainly woke me up. I managed to brush my teeth and comb my hair at the same time- well, sort of at least. I wished I had enough time to actually ASK what the girl was doing before I woke up- but I had to go to school in 18 minutes. It was going to be a close one... If I even made it that is.

I rushed outside, water dripping down on my front from my hair. The girl was nowhere to be seen. I shrugged, guess she left I. Wait- I didn't have time to shrug! I didn't even have time to dry my hair! Instead I quickly ran in to my room, pulling out a pair of dark blue jeans and a random gray t shirt. All the flurry of moving around had my body screaming with pain from yesterday's wounds, not to mention despair, as I realized my favourite basketball shirt had a gaping hole in the center. I groaned. The shirt was from a friend of mine. Grabbing my school back pack and my iPhone, I jumped outside the apartment- perfectly slamming into mystery girl.

Oof! We fell forward together, me landing on top of her. EMBARRASSING MUCH? "ow- get off!" she complained, her face turning red. I somehow knew my face was even a deeper shade of red than hers. "sorry." I apologized, quickly helping her up. "why are you in such a hurry?" was she honestly asking me that? "school... Duh?" her jaw dropped open. "seriously? You were nearly beaten to death... And you're afraid you'll be late for school?" "well.. Yeah." I said stupidly, trying to get past her. But everytime I tried to swerve around her, she'd move in my way. WTF? "do you mind?" I snapped in annoyance. Surprisingly, she smiled, as if an idea came to her mind. "can I come with you?" the fuc*? This day just keeps getting better and better. "no?" I gritted my teeth as she kept blocking my way. Man, she was pretty damn fast for a beaten up chick. "well, I'm not moving till you say so." she said with a smirk. "shove off will you?" I finally broke, ignoring her and just pushed her out of the way.

And I was suddenly in midair.

WHAM! My back slammed into the pavement, colors flashing before my eyes. I spluttered, gasping for air. "that wasn't very nice you know." she pouted, half amused half worried. "..." I was honestly freaked out by that point. "well? Can I tag along?" "..." I did not know what to say.

"Harou? What the hell are you doing on the floor?" God, kill me now. I mentally face palmed myself as my sister towered over me. Dark circles clinging below her eyes like a vampire... And the suspicious smell of alcohol stinging my nose. "and who's the girl?" "no one." I lied. "yeah right-" she stopped, eyes widening. You didn't bring her over to our house!" "no-" "oh my gosh I am so telling on mom- did you two use protection? No weird stuff like-" she trailed off, listing every single embarrassing possibility. I nearly began to cry right there. "Tiffany for the last time, we did NOT have sex!" I groaned as I stood up, my face as red as a tomato. "like hell you didn't-" "actually, I'm just a classmate of his, I came here to walk to school together." Mystery girl was pretty darn good at lying, well, better than me at least. "ooooh!" Tifany began to giggle like a maniac. "a girlfriend huh?" the only thing that stopped myself from jumping off the 17th floor building was the fact that I was attending a Paramore concert next week. "haha no, I doubt Harou would be generous enough to accept me." mystery girl laughed, and guess what? She knew MY NAME. How? I had no idea.

Even my sister seemed completely shocked at the innocent tone of the sweet angelic girl in front of her. "oh... Okay." she blinked. "y-yeah.." I trailed off, a thousand questions running through my mind. "well... I have better things to do than talk to you dork." she returned to her usual self, and slammed the door behind us. Leaving us two in the corridor.

"... Can I come with you now?" I sighed. "sure. Whatever." she beamed, and I just realized- she had changed clothes, and the clothes looked awfully familiar... "wait, are those MY clothes?" I pointed to her midnight blue skinny jeans and a gray paramore hoodie. "yup." she chirped, as if it was completely normal for her to change into MY clothes. "I- you-" I spluttered. "you know what, forget it. This is so messed up I can't even say anything." I sighed as she laughed. "well, at least I got you out of trouble." she pointed out inside the elevator. "gee thanks, now care to explain yourself?" I asked as we got out of the elevator and headed towards my school. I was so late it wasn't even funny.

"explain what?" she lied innocently. "I don't know, maybe something like... HOW YOU KNOW MY NAME?" "easy, I heard you thinking 'Harou Darien, what the hell have you gotten into now'." "..." "next?" she smiled, as if enjoying my face contort from annoyed to complete confusion. "you read my mind." she nodded, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "but I can't read EVERYTHING on your mind- just some parts." "..." "next?" she grinned. I totally gave up. Either this girl was flipping nuts, or I was having the most vivid, craziest dream I've ever had. "what's your name?" she thought about it. I mean, COME ON, who has to think to answer a question like that? "Angel." she whispered quietly. Looking around as if expecting someone to come attacking us. Like yesterday. "Angel?" "Yup!" "last name?" she had to think about that one as well. "Ride." she finally said. "..." "are you done with your questions?" "your name is Angel Ride. You can read minds of other people, pillar drive a guy without breaking a sweat, and you just stole my favorite hoodie." "pretty much." "..." "can I ask YOU something?" "like?" "how old are you?" "sixteen... You?" I just realized she looked like she might be a junior, or a senior- maybe she was one of those total a-hole seniors that pulled pranks on all the freshman and sophomores. "S-sixteen." she stuttered, and my faint hope of some ordinariness went out the window. "cool." I managed to say. I glanced at my wrist watch.

8:30. I sighed. So much for catching the school bus.

"thanks." Angel said after a few minutes of walking in silence. "for what?" "everything... I'd probably be dead if it weren't for you." "no problem." I shrugged. She kept staring at me, as if there was something on my face. I squirmed uncomfortably. "Angel, are you sure you want to just... Barge in to our school?" "well, why not?" "don't you like, have your own school to go to?" "not really." "What? Where do you live then?" I asked in exasperation. "..." it was the first time she didn't answer me back. "oh..." to my dismay, she began to look like as if she'd cry her eyes out. "Hey! It's okay, I'm not going to turn you over to the police or anything." I tried to cheer her up. But tears began to fall.

And then out of nowhere, she flung her arms around me, and began to sob tearfully into my shoulder... I couldn't help but feel sorry for the girl... I didn't even know what her problem was, but I could feel that she had gone through some serious stuff, the way she cried... I've never seen anyone cry like that.

I sort of put my arms around her, awkwardly returning the hug. "it's okay Angel." I comforted her. "I'm sorry for being so rude earlier." I added. I noticed how everyone passing by the park was staring at us. I bit my lip. Oh crap, if my mom gets a whiff of this- I'd be dead for sure. I couldn't just ditch her though, I needed to find something to cheer her up, and fast.

"Angel.." I called her name softly. "it doesn't matter if you don't have a home, you can always come to ours- I mean, that's what friends are for right?" wow that was corny. Super hand-curdling-corny. But she finally looked up, and the way she looked- all teary eyed and lips wavering, she looked like a 7 year old. "really? You think of me... As a friend?" "well, I guess... We're not exactly strangers are we? We went through a life or death experience, successfully thwarted my evil sister-" she giggled, causing me to break a smile of my own. "and since you seem to trust me, it's only natural I trust you." she nodded. "I do." I felt squirmy again. This kind of conversation wasn't exactly my forte.

But after that conversation, Angel looked a lot more cheerful than before, maybe that was all she needed; a friend who she could actually depend on. It made me glad I could help her, but sort of uncomfortable as well- I wasn't really the 'popular' guy at school... It made me feel like I was betraying her or something.

I sighed as we nearly reached the school gates. This morning had been one hell of a ride. I glanced at Angel skipping in happiness. Then silently thought to myself; 'but maybe it was worth it.'