6:49 am the clock read this time. I hurried to my table and grabbed my phone. I went under the table, grabbed my white all-stars, and slipped my feet inside.
As I pushed open the door of my room, standing there was a cheater of the year, my father.
The blood drained from my face. I hadn’t seen him since the divorce back in 2009.
I pushed past him, rolling my eyes. He trailed behind me like a lost puppy.
“Coy, we got to talk,” he said sternly.
“No thanks, I have school, send me a text instead,” I said like an annoyed mother.
“For God’s sake, stop there! I am your father!” He shouted in anger.
I stopped in my tracks and turned around preparing myself for his abusive, psychopathic self.
“What do you want?” I said as I crossed my arms.
I had a goddamn plan to carry out and if I didn’t leave in the next few minutes, I’d be late. And because it’s Harper, she’ll get carried away in the gifts and fake love.
“Coy, your credit card bill is getting ridiculously high. If you want to continue having one, slow down. And what were you even doing at the supply shop? Planning to murder a man?” He made a squeezed face.
“Something like that. Anyways, are you done?” I said putting out my hand and motioning my head.
He kept quiet and continued staring at me. Two minutes passed by and he was still standing in silence.
I turned my back and began walking down the stairs. When I was halfway down, my back arched inside, ankle twisted, and I tumbled down the stairs.
He pushed me.
My head hit the cold ground when I finally reach the bottom. I turned to look up at the top of the steps and saw the same brown-headed 6’2 white man standing. He was no longer angry or frustrated, rather happy.
I stood up and dusted off my clothes, making sure it was still white and intact. I grabbed my phone, which was now near the shoe rack instead of inside my pocket. A small dent had been formed on the back.
I took a long breathing session, trying to avoid shouting. After placing my phone in my back pocket, again, I grabbed my backpack and keys, opened the door, and flipped him the damn bird.
Chapter 18
I arrive at the school at exactly 6:53 am. My face is still red, but less noticeable than before.
I walked to my locker and opened it. I dropped my keys and bag inside, then grabbed the bear, chocolate, and my books.
“You ready?” I heard a girl say as I closed my locker.
Ugh, it was Tia (no offense, love ya).
“Yes!” I shouted happily.
“Me too,” Tia replied.
We began walking to Harper’s locker, trying to calm our nerves.
As we reach the corner, my heart almost fell into my ass. I took a deep breath and Tia and I continued walking.
Harper’s locker was open, so she couldn’t see us unless she closed it. The cameras were already in our pockets. They were roundish and flat, but they were still small enough to fit in our pockets.
Tia and I approached her locker, and right as we got there she walked out from behind her locker and shined the brightest, whitest, widest smile.
“Hey girls,” Harper said cluelessly.
“Hey!” Tia and I both said smiling back.
I pulled out the bear and the Hershey chocolate from my backpack, nudging at Tia as well so she would stay calm.
“It’s from Tia and me,” I said boldly, still holding the demonic fake smile on my face.
As I handed her the bear, I tapped the eye twice in order to activate the footage taper.
“Oh my god!” Tears streamed from Harper’s eyes that were once so cold to us.
“I’m so grateful! Thank you!” She said, pulling us into a tight hug.
Quickly, I pushed away, still maintaining my smile, and pulling Tia with me.
Harper still kept a smile, not knowing that we had pulled out. She looked down at the bear and chocolates one last time, before opening the cracked locker, and placing it inside perfectly.
My heart was beating her not to close my locker, and as she was about to, our part two appeared, Jonas.
“Bye Harper!” I said grabbing Tia and running around the corner.
I could honestly tell, that she hardly noticed.
As Tia and I peered around the corner, I saw the intimacy of them. It was never how I’d seen Harper and Nick. Maybe what we were doing would help her, rather than hurt her. Maybe she actually wanted to be with Jonas, not just for the sole purpose of hurting Nick.
As I continued staring, I observed two things about their ‘not so secret’ but ‘secret’ relationship.
Number one, Jonas paid an awful lot of attention to Harper. And trust me, when I’m saying that’s hard, I mean, that’s hard! The girl can blab.
And number two, he was affectionate towards her. When she was with Nick, the highest thing you would ever see them do was hold hands.
I turn to Tia, unable to think of what to say when the words just burst out of my mouth.
“Tia, I can’t do it. I just can’t, we are going to carry out the plan, but it is only going to Nic. No other person can ever know about it. This girl was terrible to us, but she’s changing…” I paused, “And… we’ve gotta accept it.” The sentence followed with a very long
