Beauty and the Beast?

He's feared, no one has the courage to talk to this boy, besides his few friends. He's known as the bad boy at his school, not a bad boy, the bad boy. Everyone thought he couldn't change-well- that was until Grace Belle moved to town. Something triggers both of them and they realize, they have a connection. Grace and Harry both start hanging around one another and well, maybe that's not all so good. Harry's danger, and his life is a danger to anyone around him, especially someone he's in love with. Now he has to figure out a way to keep Grace safe, but that might not work considering, she might be in more danger than imagined. Plus what would happen if Grace and Harry both made little side romances that might mean more than you would guess.


2. Chapter 2


 ~Grace's P.O.V~

  "How was school?" my father asked. It was mandatory for him to do so.

  "It was fine, it's no New York though," I complained.

   "I only moved us out here because I know what's best for you and me,"

  "Yeah, pulling me away from the one thing I loved? That doesn't seem the least bit okay," I said.

  "Grace, I know things have been hard since your mother passed away but you don't stop living just because you hit a big bump in the road," my dad said. I looked down at my lap knowing he was right, I just couldn't help but feel betrayed in a way, I don't know how I could make it any better.

 "I know, dad, it's just hard. I've never started over like this," I said getting up and walking up to my room. I took a shower and changed into my pajamas. I stayed in my room for the rest of the evening reading a book. 'To Kill A Mocking Bird', my all time favourite book. I've read this four or five times and I'm not going to get bored of it anytime soon. I was reading away until I saw something out my window. I was on the second floor and I had a balcony, a gift from my dad. I put the book down and studied the figure behind my white curtains. I grabbed the sharpest weapon I could trying not to be obvious and the weapon I could get was a sharp pencil from my lovely collection. I approached the door and twisted the knob slowly just to have my mouth covered.

  "Don't make a sound, Grace," the person doing this was Harry. I gulped as he guided me inside the room. He finally sat me down on the bed and I stabbed his arm with the pencil. He just laughed. "I've been through more pain than this, but cute attempt," he laughed removing the pencil. Finally, he removed his hand.

  "What the hell? How do you know where I live? What are you even doing here?' II whisper yelled.

  "I'll answer one question at a time," he replied. I blinked for a moment and he was gone. What the hell was this? I looked at him once today and I'm already seeing him sneak into my house.

 "Grace, who are you talking to?" my father said from the stairway.

  "No one, my TV's on," I replied running to hot the TV's power button.

 "Alright, there's a girl on the phone, she says her name is Maya?" my dad said.

 "Okay! I got it!" I said half cheerfully to make sure he wasn't thinking I was as crazy as I thought I was. If that even makes sense. I picked up the phone in the hallway and brought it to my room. Luckily, it was Maya.


 "Right here!" she said excitedly. We began chatting away, actually Maya did, I said the occasional 'Yeah' and 'Hmmms'. We then, hung up, which was a bit of a relief. I looked over around the room to make sure I didn't miss anything around me and then I saw it. The broken pencil I used in an attempt to hurt Harry. It had a bit of blood going down it but not much. I felt as if I was about to have a panic attack. Something happened with that pencil (Even though I sound like a child). Something happened and he wasn't even here. I wonder why that would even happen, itès not like heed come in my life anyway.

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