She will risk it all
Chapter 21
Harry quickly pushed me behind him. I knew that man.
"Nice to see you again, Jess." I was shaking with fear.
"Hello again, brother." I mumbled.
"I do have a name, you know?" He questioned. He was glaring at Harry, who was glaring back.
"Oh yeah! it's douche bag! Nice to see you again!" I joked. Harry smirked at that comment, and my brother took a few more steps down the stairs, and stopped when his feet touched the floor.
"It's Tyson." He mumbled. "Will you introduce me to your little gay-ass friend?" Harry pushed me even further back.
"What's it to you?" I asked.
"Well, it could save his life." He replied. An evil grin spread across his face.
"No, it won't. I know you like the back of my hand, Tyson. And, your lying." I hissed.
"Fine then." He took a few steps around us, and Harry kept eyeing him the whole time.
"I didn't write that, you know." He pointed to the wall. "Or I didn't touch your friends."
I laughed at the thought.
"Oh really? Because, I caught you!" I yelled.
He raised his hands. " Do I have a weapon on me? Or spray paint?" He didn't. He didn't when I caught him, either.
"Look, I am here to help you, Jess. And, we haven't seen eachother in years!" He exclaimed.
"No, because you were a jerk. And you haven't changed."
"That was years ago!!! I was 15! Cut me slack!" he shouted.
I shook my head.
"You hit my best friend. WITH A FREAKING HAMMER!!" I screamed.
"I didn't mean it!!"
"How could you not mean it!?" Harry asked.
"I was drunk that night. Jordan forgave me!"
"Well, I didn't! And I haven't seen Jordan since either!" I yelled.
"Well, she is in as much danger as you." Mumbled Tyson.
"Nice to see you again, Jess." I was shaking with fear.
"Hello again, brother." I mumbled.
"I do have a name, you know?" He questioned. He was glaring at Harry, who was glaring back.
"Oh yeah! it's douche bag! Nice to see you again!" I joked. Harry smirked at that comment, and my brother took a few more steps down the stairs, and stopped when his feet touched the floor.
"It's Tyson." He mumbled. "Will you introduce me to your little gay-ass friend?" Harry pushed me even further back.
"What's it to you?" I asked.
"Well, it could save his life." He replied. An evil grin spread across his face.
"No, it won't. I know you like the back of my hand, Tyson. And, your lying." I hissed.
"Fine then." He took a few steps around us, and Harry kept eyeing him the whole time.
"I didn't write that, you know." He pointed to the wall. "Or I didn't touch your friends."
I laughed at the thought.
"Oh really? Because, I caught you!" I yelled.
He raised his hands. " Do I have a weapon on me? Or spray paint?" He didn't. He didn't when I caught him, either.
"Look, I am here to help you, Jess. And, we haven't seen eachother in years!" He exclaimed.
"No, because you were a jerk. And you haven't changed."
"That was years ago!!! I was 15! Cut me slack!" he shouted.
I shook my head.
"You hit my best friend. WITH A FREAKING HAMMER!!" I screamed.
"I didn't mean it!!"
"How could you not mean it!?" Harry asked.
"I was drunk that night. Jordan forgave me!"
"Well, I didn't! And I haven't seen Jordan since either!" I yelled.
"Well, she is in as much danger as you." Mumbled Tyson.
^_^ I'm sure it was.
8/18/13