*Destiny’s POV*

“We need to talk,” He says, his hands jammed in the pockets of his pants. His jaws were clenched so tightly, as he looked down at me, its like they were sowed down.

I nod, slowly getting up to see him at eye level. I narrow my eyes at him, as I wait for what he has to say to me. Letting out a bowl of air, he runs his fingers through his hair, looking away. I noticed that he had trouble maintaining eye contact with me.

“I need you to stop being dramatic about everything, especially around Bella. I don’t want you telling her anything. Whatever you’re doing, is not getting my attention. So, just drop it, okay? I can’t have you causing problems between Bella and me.” He says, as his muscles tense and looks slightly agitated. “By the way. It’s not the same place.” He sill isn’t making any eye contact with me.

Just before he can leave, I say, “Listen. Curly. I really couldn’t care less about your relationship with Bella. And I sure as hell don’t care if I’m getting your attention or not. So, don’t get too cocky thinking I still give a damn about what you do, because frankly, I don’t.” I look at him dead in the eye. “You can take her to whatever damn place you want. It really doesn’t phase me. So, why don’t you keep your relationship out of my face, because it’s not getting my attention, either.” I drop the charm bracelet in his hands, and leave, pushing passed him.

Getting far enough from Harry, I take in a deep breath. I pull out my phone and dial a number. “Hey? Mom? Can you pick me up? I can’t be at school today. Can I go to Owen’s house?” I say, my mom obviously picking up on the distress in my voice.

“Destiny, baby, I’m in downtown right now, but I’ll be there as soon as possible. Why Owen’s house though? Is he not at school?” Mom replies, as I hear her driving.

“He’s at home. Sick.”

“That’s okay with him? For you to go over there?”

“Yes.”

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