1 Chapter One (2/2)

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After four classes, I finally got to sit down and enjoy some peace and quiet, while eating my lunch. Guess that's to much to ask for considering Carrie just had to walk over to where I was sitting.

”Oh hey Paris, I noticed you're sitting here by yourself. Did your boys finally realize what street trash looks like?” She said in her usual snot nose attitude.

”Oh, sweetie, they've always known what it looks like. That's why they don't hang out with you.” I said, not even sparing her a glance as I sipped my water. She simply scoffed and walked away. Carrie and I used to be friends back in fourth grade, then I started hanging out with the King brothers in fifth grade and she lost it then decided to reinvent herself. So, I don't particularly spare call her my friend anymore. After Carrie walked away, Harrison walked over to the table and dropped the his tray on the table.

”Why didn't you text me that it happened again?” He said and I could feel his eyes on me.

”Because it wasn't as bad as the other one.” I said, not wanting to look up at him.

”Look at me Paris.” He said before sitting down beside me. I turned my head towards his direction just barely looking up at him. He scares me sometimes, can you blame me?

”The only reason I act like this is because I care about you and don't want anything to happen to you. I love you more than you'll ever know Paris.” He said before pulling me into a hug and resting his chin on my head.

”....I don't know if I should be shocked that Harrison isn't mad for once, or scared because of that exact fact that he's not mad..” Jerome said as he and Nicholas came over to the table and Harrison quickly pulled out of the hug he started and launched me away from him to the point I fell off the bench.

”Damn her lightweight ass...” Harrison said as he sat there before I stood up and moved to the opposite side of the table from him which caused a cofused look to cross his face.

”Because you launched me off the side of the table...” I said before he even asked which brought him to chuckle.

I watched as Nicholas and Jerome exchanged looks with each other and then Harrison caught on to their, what I swore to be, triplet internal monolauge.

”What are you guys talking about now, in your little triplet mind sharing thingy?” I asked and they all looked up at me.

”Nothing that concerns you little one.” Harris said in what sounded like a cold voice but wasn't meant to be.

”It's just home matters Paris, nothing to worry about.” Nicholas chimmed in and Jerome nudged his side hard which caused Nick to glare at him.

”Oh relax you two.” Harris said, dropping his hand on the table, before looking up at me.

”You're not to come next door to the house tonight. Understand?” He said in his strict tone. I was used to this, if they told me not to come over next door then I obliged, I never put up an argument.

”Yes, I got it. Only emergencies.” I said and watched Harris' strict face turn into a smile.

”Good.” He said just before the lunch bell rang, and thanks to it being a half day, the school day was over. I rode home with Jerome, Nicholas, and Harrison since we're next door neighbors. When they dropped me off they reminded me not to come over tonight and I nodded my head then grabbed my backpack and walked into my house, placing my keys on the key rack and went upstairs. I usually have the house to myself when I get home. My grandpa is usually out playing card games with his friends and my grandma still hasn't retired so again, usually home alone till 8:00. I walked into my bedroom and saw a present on my bed that said it was from my parents. When I opened the box, the first thing I saw was a card and when I opened it, an explanation of their cancer story was on the card, followed by, 'Happy birthday, love mom and dad.' yesterday was my birthday, why was this just put onto my bed? I shrugged the question off and opened the box to see a beautiful burgundy, long sleeved form fitting dress that looked like it would come down to just above my knees. It was plain, no rhinestones, or sequins, or laces or anything like that which I loved, my parents knew my taste so well, I've always been more of a elegant but plain type of girl. A smile spread across my face as I moved a hand across the soft material. I looked over at my alarm clock besides my bed and saw the time was 2:30. A text from Megan came in and when I read through it, she invited me to a party. 'Guess this baby is getting action tonight.' I thought to myself before laying the dress on my bed and hopping into the shower. Can't, wait.