Daily Life of Cylan |harlan•cyrus|

Choker

Harlan wants to kill someone.

Not literally but metaphorically.

Blake knew his mind was wandering, staring at one corner of the club. She bumped his shoulder, a smile tugging her face with amusement.

“Jealous?”

“Stop,” He uttered back. Harlan’s glare didn’t move away even for a slip second. His attention was fixed there, hands starting to curl up into a fist.

Blake took a shot of her drink, her eyes scanning Harlan and glancing back at that corner of the club where Cyrus was talking with a group of girls and boys from their school. Harlan’s face was a mixture of irritation and possessiveness as he watched Cyrus talk and laugh with the group. His eyes roamed over Cyrus' appearance, taking in the way his black tank top hugged his toned body, the way his raven hair fell over his forehead, and the thin black leather choker with a simple cross charm wavering around his neck.

“Isn’t he the popular boy?” Blake stated, clearly minding that would annoy Harlan. Harlan didn’t seem to hear her words, or neither did he care about it.

“Who the fuck gave him that choker?” Harlan said it in a low tone. Blake could feel it in her wolf that Harlan would tear someone up at any time now. She couldn’t help but laugh under her breath, took a sip of her drink, and continued to witness what would happen next. She knew exactly the answer to Harlan’s question. She smirked and took a look at Cyrus.

“He looks good,” Blake commented, feeling Harlan’s stare darting back to her.

“You gave it to him, didn’t you?” Harlan growled.

“I thought you would like it,” she shrugged, pretending to ignore whatever Harlan was irritated about. “We went to an accessories store after school yesterday, he was just accompanying me by chance. I saw him looking at some choker so I bought him one as a gift,” she recalled casually, then she realised something. “Come to think of it, I was wondering why he wasn’t with you that evening, don’t you guys usually go home together?” she questioned. Blake noticed that Harlan's body language had changed. He seemed to be tensing up even more, and his gaze had become even more fixed on Cyrus. She couldn't help but wonder what was going on between the two of them.

She watched Harlan turn back to the bar counter, finally ordering a drink. The bartender gave him what he wanted and Harlan gulped it down in one shot. He let out a sigh, trying to press back his temper.

“Did you guys have a fight or something?” Blake asked, confused, as it was unusual to see Harlan and Cyrus like this.

“No! That’s…yes, we kinda did,” Harlan took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. Now Blake got more interested in the matter. She couldn’t imagine what these two boys would fight about. Judging by what she knew, Harlan could be a pain in the ass sometimes but he knows what he was doing and Cyrus, on the other hand, was never the one to lose his temper. He was more like a sarcastic tongue but she had never seen Cyrus getting mad at Harlan even if the others did.

“What did you do??” she asked.

“Why do you assume I’m in the wrong?” Harlan replied with disbelief written on his face.

“Am I wrong?” Blake said, chuckling, “C’mon, tell me what happened,” she demanded. Harlan looked back where Cyrus was, his expression softening into a defeated look. Blake wanted to capture that but she knew better than that.

“He is ignoring me. It’s been three days,” Harlan finally spoke.

Blake raised an eyebrow. “Cyrus? Ignoring you? Why would he do that?” she asked, genuinely curious.