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Chapter 03 - Harry

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                                                            03.

                                                      ●•Harry•●

Amusing. Certainly that was the word that described the beginning of that fight. The black-haired guy was no matching to the grumpy one right in front o him. To be quite honest, I wasn’t even paying any attention until they ended up on the floor hitting each other; I was just too busy talking to Mark and Davie about the dinner last night with my family which, by the way, they “couldn’t” go because of some commitment they had with their Xbox at home.

I knew they were just trying to avoid the embarrassing questions my parents always made about their girlfriends (not exactly girlfriends, they were just hooking up, one of the reasons why they never wanted to talk about it with adults), the complaints they always made about their childish behavior and all those questionnaires about why they weren’t studying anything at university yet.

My family wasn’t exactly pleasant, and I was pretty aware of that, but at least I thought they’d go to give me some support when my mum started to complain about how lazy I was becoming and how I needed some incentive to move on with my boring life. Her “incentive” was also known as a girlfriend, Charlotte Husher, to be more specific. Charlie was a great girl; she liked to study, was damn pretty and sweet and always helped people. She was also the daughter of my mom’s best friend since high school, and that’s why she wanted me to be with her so badly. But I wasn’t ready for a relationship yet and she couldn’t understand that; that’s why I needed the lads but they preferred to avoid all the embarrassment and just stay home laughing at the thought of me completely alone with my family.

I only stopped complaining with them about how tiresome last night was when we heard people murmuring about those two boys on the floor and I couldn’t stop myself from enjoying that. It was actually quite funny how the tiny guy tried to react to the punches of the moody one.

“Ten bucks the big guy is gonna end at the floor,” Davie dared and I couldn’t ever refuse a bet. He always liked to play the different one and go against everything logical and he always ended up broke because of that.

“C’mon look at that guy he’s like a mouse fighting with an elephant. I’m in” Mark laughed and I just agreed, looking at Davie as if saying “man, you never learn, do you?”

The next few minutes were quite distracting, and we kept staring at the guys for a while, murmuring things to each other and trying to find out how long would it still take for the tiny one to start begging for mercy; particularly I thought it’d be pretty soon, since his face was already bleeding like hell. Amusement didn’t take long though; a few seconds later a girl approached them and she seemed really worried. Maybe she was dating the bloody guy. Yeah, I’d be worried if I was her; he’d be lucky if he made out that fight alive.

But she surprised us when she got closer to the big guy, fear running through her eyes; not fear for her, nor for the smiley-bloody guy, but fear for him. For some reason she was afraid for that huge elephant who was about to kill someone out in public, with a lot of scared and amused witnesses.

She yelled something at him but by the time we couldn’t hear anything but everyone’s whispers melting together and creating a completely uncomfortable buzz to our ears. I watched for a while, trying to understand what she was doing, until the guy got really pissed and turned to her, pushing her fragile body against the tables.