I stared at him for quite some time, and Harry never left my side.

"Why would I care." I mumbled. I really didn't. Yes, Jordan was my best friend.. but.. since that thing with Tyson, she refused to talk to me.

I walked to the couch and sat down, turning on the television. He flicked to music, and turned it up way to loud.

Harry, walked over to the tele, and took the plug out. Tyson got up, and stood so close to Harry, that their noses were about to touch.

"Listen mate, you should NEVER turn the TV off when I am watching it? Got it?" Tyson accused.

Harry didn't speak, he just glared at him. Tyson walked beside me, and rested his arm on my shoulder. Harry was alert, but I sent him a smile.

"Tyson, I haven't seen you in ages, okay? And for a good reason. You are rude, abnoxous, and a doucebag. You know where the door is, obviously." I snapped. I moved his hand off my shoulder, and walked back to Harry.

Tyson gave a little smirk.

"And you can be a bitch at times, so I guess we are even?" He declared.

"Oi! Don't call her a bitch!!" Harry warned. "Or else."

Tyson laughed.

"Or what mate? You will call your gang?"

"That's exactly what I'll do." He replied.

Notes

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