Scarlett Red

There were two things I knew of for certain:
1. This school was not a normal school
2. I wasn't making it out without sacrificing something.
What I didn't know, though, was who would get me to that point.
All I had was Harry. Was that enough?
*Harry's NOT famous in this*


12. Not Yet.

        What I said about being replaced couldn't have been more true.

Over the next two months, Harry and I drifted apart. For one reason or another, we were both too busy to hang out (I was never busy, actually, because I wasn't hanging out with Harry). Damien and Liam took me under their wings, nurturing me with the friendship I lost from Harry. Neither made moves on me, surprisingly; I guess they both respected me enough to keep me at arm's length when necessary.

Everyday in Biology, I had to deal with Mark and his pessimism. He still hate me (and ruthlessly wished for my death), but went easier on me because of my situation with Harry.

"What exactly happened? Between you and Harry, I mean?" Mark asked suddenly one day.

I was taken aback by that. "I....I don't know,"  I admitted in defeat. "I met a friend, invited her over, and weird things happened,"

He smirked. "So he hooked up with her instead of you?" My jaw dropped, and he laughed. "Yeah, that's his usual self. Though, I'm surprised."


"There was a look in his eyes when he saw you. I'd never seen him look at anyone like that before,"

I was confused. "Go on,"

He sighed. "He'd just gotten over a relationship with a girl who really treated him bad," he explained. "Harry was pretty down about that, too, because he never misbehaved--not around her, or when they were apart."

I still wasn't understanding. "Why would you know about that?" I asked.

He recorded some observations from our experiment onto a table. "Not many people know this, but Harry and I used to be good friends,"

I was shocked. "I didn't think you'd be friends with Harry. You hate each other,"

He chuckled. "I don't hate him as much as he hates me. We had a difference of opinion as to what the purpose of humans was. He believes that they are equal to us, and I believe they are--"

"Inferior?" I interrupted.

"Bingo," he agreed. "I believe that way because I had a terrible childhood before I was turned. I was constantly abused by my parents. It was only after I was turned that they abuse stopped,"

"How'd you manage that?"

"They realized that I could hurt them more than they can hurt me," he concluded.

"Have you ever hurt them?" I asked.

The bell rang. He stood up before answering. "Never. I loved them too much," Mark left, leaving me in shock. I never knew that he felt angry toward me for that reason, that I'd hurt him like his parents had.

I went out to meet Damien and Liam in the hallway. Liam wrapped a strong arm around my shoulder and Damien stood on my other side.

At the end of the day, Damien and Liam dropped me off at my house before going out to "feed themselves." They separated from Harry because of what happened between he and I, and they hadn't told me what had happened.

"You'll tell me what happened when you come back, right?" I asked.

"Of course," they answered before leaving.

I shut the door and went to the kitchen. Marie was standing over the stove, making something that would be eaten later.

"You're not hanging out with Liam and Damien?" she asked.

"In a little while. They had to go out for a bit,"

She caught on. "Oh, okay," She emptied the pot into a bowl and set it aside on the table. She came over and sat beside me at the table. "Whatever happened with you and Harry? You guys used to be such good friends...." She trailed off, lost in thought. She really meant that, too. Marie really liked Harry, and wished that something more could have come of it. She knew the story in its entirety, and, even though she hated it, she always wanted reassurance as to why we separated as friends.

"Jane," I answered. I rested my head on the table. "We were good friends. e was my protector, in many ways, because of what happened with Mark in the beginning."  She nodded. "I feel like he handed that role over to Liam and Damien because he knew that he couldn't fulfill it. Maybe Jane coming back was a bonus," Just as I said that, the door bell rang. "I'll get it," I said, standing up. I went over and opened the door. Oh my God.

It was Harry.

Harry had a sad look plastered onto his face. His eyes were drained, like he hadn't been happy in a long time. To be honest, I hadn't been happy, either. Harry had filled something in me that hadn't been filled in a long time. His absence from my life only made that hole wider.

"Can we talk?" he asked.

"Can we talk?" I repeated. "I don't know, Harry. Are you available?"

He sighed. "Look, Cassidy, I know you're mad--"

"Mad?" I emphasized. "Harry, I'm not mad. I'm sad and heart broken because you replaced me with someone I'd just met. I'm lonely because you seemed to cut me out of your life just as quickly as you super glued me in," I stepped back. "When you told me you were sorry for making me feel like the third wheel, I forgave you. When you said you hadn't meant to do that, I believed you. Now we're here talking about how broken this friendship is compared to how it was before,"

"Cassidy, I'm sorry," he said. I could see tears forming in his eyes.  "But have you ever had someone you were close to die, only to come back to life?" I shook my head.

"But you didn't have to cut me out," I said. "When our friendship was officially over, I thought it was something I'd done. I thought it was all my fault," Tears started to well up in my eyes.

Before anything else could be said, Harry wrapped his arms around me. He hugged me tightly and made it feel like he didn't want to let go.

"I'm really sorry, Cassidy," he answered. "I promised not to ever do that again,"

I sniffed and stepped back. "I accept your apology, but I don't think I can forgive you. It will take time before I can do that. Can you promise me something?" I asked him.  He nodded. "Promise me that no matter who you hand out with, that you are mine,"

He scrunched his eyebrows together. "But we're not dating--"

I smashed my lips to his as a bold statement. Soon his lips were in sync with mine, and we moved as one. His hands slipped around my waist and pulled me closer to him. I wrapped my arms around his neck. He stepped backward, moving us onto the front porch.

"Ahem," I heard behind us. I broke off the kiss and looked over Harry's shoulder. Liam and Damien were standing there, looking like two little kids.

Harry touched his forehead to mine. "I promise that I'm yours,"

Liam and Damien started clapping and whistling in appreciation. Marie came outside, shouting, "WHAT IS ALL THIS NOISE CASSIDY?"  She stopped in the doorway and smiled. I gave her the go away look, but she ignored it. "I knew you two would get on well,"

I laughed.  I turned back to find Harry with a shocked look on his face, like he realized something he wished he hadn't.

"What's wrong?"  I asked.

"I....I'll text you tonight," he replied, and left.


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