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*

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11. This Is Awkward....

(Hey ust as an author's note if you've read this before, then "Marie Antoinette" has been changed to "jane antoinette." I thought I'd let you know :) )

"Jane, are you ready to go?" I called out to her as she came through the door.

"Yeah, I'm good," she answered. She ran over to me, hastily throwing her bag onto her shoulder. "I called my grandmother and told her I was going out,"

"And what did she say?"

"To have fun, of course!" she exclaimed, raising her hands into the air.

Just then, Harry's black car pulled up to the curb. He rolled his window down and told me to hurry. I jogged down the steps, while Jane slugged behind. She finally got down there, and I opened her door for her, and she climbed in.

I got into the front seat and waved at him. He waved back, the looked at Jane. Whatever happy look he had on his face was gone. Confused, I looked back to find that same shocked look on Jane's face. The look disappeared, and Jane smiled.

"You must be Harry," she introduced.

"That, I am," he replied, smiling as well.

"I'm Jane. It's nice to meet you,"

"Likewise," Harry turned back around and gripped the steering wheel tightly. His eyes started to glow, a light radiating that I'd never seen before in anyone. The color of his eyes at that moment were incomprehensible; that is, I couldn't decide just what emotion he was feeling.

"You okay?" I asked him.

He shook his head. The light in his eyes faded. "Yeah, I'm okay," He drove us off, the speed much over the limit. I instinctively grabbed the "oh shit!" bar ("because when someone makes a sharp turn fast, you grab that bar and yell oh, shit!" my grandmother used to joke) and he slowed down. "Sorry," he apologized.

"It's okay," I forgave him. Harry was unusually quiet. He was normally talkative, speaking his mind about whatever happened during the day. Jane, on the other hand, was nonstop with her mouth. Words flew out faster than Harry was driving, and she narrated situations that I couldn't understand. Harry would laugh when appropriate, but he seemed so.....disconnected.

When we pulled up to his house, I heard a gasp from the back seat. I looked back to find Jane essentially star-struck. She glanced at me and smiled. I smiled back and got out. Harry and Jane didn't move; rather, they only sat, and it looked like they were talking. What were they saying?

I walked back to the door and tapped on the glass. "Aren't you guys coming?" I questioned.

Jane stepped out. "Sorry about that, love. We got caught up in conversation." Harry stepped out as well.

Caught up in conversation? I thought to myself. I shook off the thought and started to move up the walkway. Harry followed me, and Jane was close behind. He laid a hand on my shoulder.
"You okay, Cassidy?" he asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine," I answered. I rubbed my face. "I'm just a little confused,"

"About what?" he asked, opening the front door and stepping aside.

I shook my head. "Nothing," I mumbled.

He sighed. "We'll talk about it later?"

I smiled. "Yeah." We walked into the house. I looked back to find Jane smiling. Not in amazement or shock, like I had, but in peace, like she'd been there before.

We all hung out, mainly playing video games and eating food (of course, I got the human stuff; the vampires liked their food a lot better). I sighed and lifted my slice. I was starting to hate the taste of pizza.

Harry looked at me and laughed ay my disgusted look. I rolled my eyes and took a bite.

"Are you getting tired of pizza?" he asked jokingly.

"That," I agreed. "and the fact that it's not agreeing with my body very well,"

His laughing face dropped. "I forgot," he admitted. "I'm sorry. Do you need anything?"

"Just some water," I answered, standing up. "I'll be right back,"

"Are you sure?" he questioned.

"Of course," I walked out of the living room and into the kitchen. What was going on? Every time I turned around Harry and Jane were talking, leaving me out. What was I? Third wheel? I walked back to the living room and sat down.

Jane's phone started to ring while Harry was saying something (I didn't even bother to listen in on what they were saying). She looked up at Harry and apologized.

"I'm sorry, guys" I've got to go. My grandmother needs me," she explained.

"Do you need us to take you home?" Harry asked, standing up.

Us, I thought. Now he includes me.

"There's no time," she answered. "I think running will be faster," She came over and hugged us. "I've had so much fun. Thanks for inviting me over,"

"You're welcome," we said simultaneously. She ran out of the house.

Harry and I sat in silence until my phone beeped. I looked down to find a text message from Marie: "Come home, please."

I looked up at Harry. "I think it's time for me to go home, too," I laughed.

He smiled. "I'll take you home."

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We drove home, not speaking once. What was up with him. He seemed so disconnected from me, but when Jane comes in all of the sudden he's a social butterfly.

When he pulled up to my house, I asked, "What's going on between you and Jane?"

He gave me a confused look. "What do you mean?"

"You've been really distant when it was just us, but when it comes to Jane, you're all of the sudden back in the game," I stepped out of the car and leaned in on the window. "I just want to know what's happening. I felt so third wheel at your house today,"

"I'm sorry," he apologized. "I didn't mean to make you feel that way,"

I sighed, resting my head on my hands. "I know you didn't. I forgive you,"

We sat in silence until Harry finally said, "You know what happened to Sarea?"

"Yeah," I answered. "Didn't she die?"

He gave me a sad look. "I guess not."

I back up and he sped away. I was so confused. "What the hell is that suppose to mean?" I shouted after him. He could hear me, but he didn't respond. He just drove away, ignoring me. I sighed. Could it be true that his best from his past was alive?

Or, worse, could I be replaced by her?

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