It was now 6, and Stacy allowed me to go home. Harry and Dylan were still at the table, but as I was leaving I over heard them talk about Layla. Layla was Dylan's sister.
Her and I used to be good friends, but we grew apart and stuff happened and now were sworn enemies and lets just take a second to eavesdrop, shall we? "Eh, Layla's been alright. She still talks non stop about you." Dylan said. For some reason, I felt... jealous. "Really now?" Harry asked. "Yeah. If I had a dollar for every time she mentioned your name I would be richer than Bill Gates." He laughed, and Harry laughed along with him.
"Well, I'd love to see her again." Harry said. I began to clench my fists. "Well, you're in luck. She is on her way down. Layla and I are spending her summer break here for a while." Dylan said.
I swear I could have flipped a table right then. I saw Harry look over to me. I quickly yanked the door open and ran out. As I was walking I double checked that I had everything. "Phone, keys, wallet." I said, checking for the most important things I brought with me.
I made it back to my apartment after walking from the diner. My feet were hurting, so I quickly took off my shoes.
"I need a new pair." I said looking at how torn up they were.
I made dinner before sitting on the couch and watching T.V for a bit. I had put in a movie I found in one of the cases.
There was a knock on my door, so I paused the movie and sat my plate on the coffee table.
"Can I help you?" I asked opening the door, expecting it to be Harry.
"Yes, actually. You haven't paid you're rent for the month." A man said. He was Billy, Angie's dad.
"What do you mean I haven't paid my rent? I paid it last week!" I exclaimed in anger. "Well it sais here that you haven't." He said, looking over the clip board in his hand. "Oh, yeah? Well, maybe you should double check over your shit before saying I didn't pay my rent." I slammed the door. I was not in the mood for this.
But then I opened it back up to saying something else. "And if you still don't believe me ask Jamie down the hall. She was with me when we both paid our rent." I then closed the door again. Jamie was a very good friend, though we don't really talk much. But we get along.
I walked back over to the couch and finished my dinner.
I was passed out on the couch when I heard a knock at the door. I jumped at the sudden noise and rubbed my eyes before getting up to answer the door. "What?" I said as I opened the door.
"Ooh, someone's grumpy." Harry said. "I'm tired." I mumbled to him. "Why don't you take a nap or something then?" He asked. I looked over to the couch, then back at him. "I already did."
Harry shook his head with a smile. "You're funny, Em'." He said. "Thanks?" I questioned. "May I come in?" He asked. "Sure." I let go of the door and walked over to the couch. The T.V. was still on, so I turned it off.
"You didn't close the door." I groaned silently and went to close it myself. "Oh, sorry." He said.
"So..." Harry began. He looked over to me. "So... what?" I asked. "I don't know. Thought you may have had something." He shrugged. I sighed as I stared at him.
"What?" He asked. "Nothing." I shook my head. He gave me a suspicious look. "Why'd you run off?" He asked. "Hmm?" I asked.
"When I looked over to you at the diner, you ran out." He explained. "Oh... I got off work, and I wanted to get home." I said, but not the whole truth. "No other reason?" He questioned. "Nope." I lied, as I crossed my arms.
"Well, anyways... Dylan and Layla are going to stay at my place for the summer, if you wanted to visit them." - "No, thanks. I'm fine." I said quickly, looking at my socks on my feet. "Oh, it makes since now." Harry smirked. "What makes since?" I asked, raising my head to look at him. I gave him a confused look. "You're jealous." His smirk grew.
"J-jealous? Jealous about what?" I asked, stuttering and shifting. "You're jealous that I'll spend more time with Dylan, instead with you." He laughed, as if he had figured everything out. I had no emotion at first, but then I said, sarcastically: "Yep, that's exactly what's wrong. Amazing how you figured that out, I am so mind blown right now."
Apparently he could tell I was using sarcasm. "Is that not what's wrong?" He asked. I just shrugged as I looked away.
Harry's phone began ringing. "Hello?" He asked answering it. "Hey, Harry. I got Layla, and were almost back to you apartment. See you soon." Dylan said before hanging up.
"You should get heading back." I said. "I want finish our conversation first." He said, taking a seat next to me on the couch. "We're already finished." I said. "No we're not." He protested.
"What's wrong? What's bothering you?" He asked. Man, I swear he can read me like an open book. I shrugged and mumbled as low as I could. "Layla."
"What?" He asked unable to hear me.
"Nothing, just nothing." I said. "No, its something." He said. "Just forget about it Harry. I'm sure Dylan and Layla will be at your apartment at any moment." I said.
He sighed and got up to walk to the door. "I'm going to find out what's bothering you, Emma." He said, before walking out of the door.
I sighed and slouched back on the couch, rubbing my hands down my face.