Forgotten

Chapter 6- What's Our Names?

Six months passed since the abandoners left. Six months passed since they chose being good over freedom. Over us. Six months passed since Uma and I became friends. But, arguably most important of all, four months passed since Harry and I became a couple.

It was glorious. Girls practically begged Harry to break up with me, but every girl was threatened to be hooked by Harry himself if they ever spoke ill of me. I cherished every moment with him, from small smiles as we passed each other on the ship to dates under the stars where no one could bother us. He was my weakness. And worth it.

Harry walked into the Shoppe, dropping his sword in a barrel. I couldn't help but notice the red piece of cloth wrapped around it, recognizing who mastered the sword. He had a cocky smile on his face. I smirked, intending to wipe it off, and kicked a chair toward him. He caught it and walked over to me, tilting my chin up to get a smile out of me.

"Nice try, my fire." He kissed me before sitting down.

Uma flicked on the TV, and I saw my sister standing there with her disgusting boyfriend. I couldn't believe Ben had fallen in love with my sister, especially after she admitted to spelling him to get the wand. Who would stay with someone who only wanted you for power? And Ben wasn't even cute. Harry noticed my jaw clench and held my hand.

Uma, probably feeling my anger, threw a piece of food from the tray at the TV, landing right on my sister's face. Oh, how I wish she could feel that in real life. Her and her fake blonde hair. Everything was fake about her now. Even her smile. Every date with Ben was posed and perfected for the camera. How I wish everyone would know that.

"Poser," Uma muttered.

"Traitor!" Harry added.

Uma looked around, frustrated that no one was reacting. "Hello?"

Immediately, everyone threw food at the screen. Mostly in fear of Uma hurting them.

Harry hopped over the table and swiped at the food. "Oh, how I'd love to wipe the smiles off their faces. Know what I mean?" He licked the food off of his fingers.

The three of us looked down the table. The son of Gaston was eating eggs, like usual.

"Gil! You want to quit choking down yolks and get with the program?" Uma yelled.

"What they said," Gil said, his mouth full of food.

"That little traitor. Who left us in the dirt," Uma said angrily.

"Who turned her back on evil," Harry added.

"Who said you weren't big or bad enough to be in her gang," Gil said from the counter.

Uma and Harry turned to him angrily, while he just stood there innocently. "Back when we were kids. Come on, you guys remember. She called her Shrimpy and the name just kind of-"

Uma reached out to Harry, a sort of warning to Gil. "Stuck," he said nervously.

"That snooty little witch. Who grabbed everything she wanted and left us nothing." Uma looked at me.

I thought back to six months ago, when Uma thought of me as her foe. She saw me as more of an equal now, with how much the Isle feared us and how powerful we were together. Even though she didn't say it, she was grateful for every shift I worked with her. She even stated, in a mumble, that she was happy Harry and I were together.

"No, she left you that sandbox and told you you could have the shrimp-"

I pounded my fist on the table. "I need you to stop talking." My eyes flashed like a warning.

"Look, we have her turf now. They can stay in Bore-adon-"

"Harry, that's her turf now! And I want it too. We should not be getting her leftovers," Uma said, taking a deep breath to keep from raging. "Son of Hook, son of Gaston, and us, most of all, daughter of Hades, and daughter of Ursula," she said.