"You picked a dance with the devil and you lucked out."—Chase Atlantic.
Chapter Theme Song: ‘Swim’ by Chase Atlantic.
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Harmony
“He drank from your straw?” April puts a black dress, draped on a hanger, over her form as she stands in front of the mirror, cocking her head to the side contemplatively.
The dress looks extremely skimpy and leaves nothing to the imagination. The sleeves are laced-covered, and the cleavage and back area are widely low-cut. One bad shift and her chest will be displayed for the whole world to see.
She seems to be going somewhere, and I solemnly hope she does not try to drag me along like last night. I am not up for meeting anymore handsome, creepy boys.
It is as if my words have just sunken it as she turns to look at me, her eyes wide with disbelief. “He drank from your straw?!”
I nod. Well, welcome back to e
•• Blaze “Oh, Shit!” I laugh, as Cole spits out alcohol onto the hard table, unable to keep it down as liquid flows through his nostrils. I shift away from the surface of puke as the brunette on my lap shakes her head in disgust. “I give up, I give in,” he says between breaths, and my lips spread in a grin. “I can see that. My money.” I stretch my hand out, and he sighs, digging into his trousers with a pained face. James stands next to me, laughing his face off whilst awfully chewing on a straw. Would you believe me if I told you that I hate being here, at this party, around all these people? I can’t pinpoint one person in this room that I genuinely like. James is alright, but I can’t feel that brotherly love that other people feel for their bros. My heart is just void, and all I can think about right now is how this brunette’s rear is pressing the life out of my dick. “You sons of bitches should know that yo
•• Harmony I place my pencil and crayons down, pleased with what I have produced. It has been a while since I have exercised the talent, so I am appalled that my skills are still the same. I smile to myself as I tilt my head, staring proudly at the accurate piece. I intended to draw just a pair of blue eyes, but now Blaze’s entire upper body is on the paper. My photographic memory has saved his image so clearly in my head and I could not resist the urge to carve more than just his eyes. It’s scary how precise the illustration is, that I can feel butterflies gathering around in the pit of my stomach. I stare into the eyes of the sketch, my cheeks becoming flammable once again. “Don’t let him near you” “You will regret it” I flash my head. Drawing an image of him does not mean that I am interested in him. I am sure. Now that I’ve proven to myself that my talent is still present, I shoul
“So you brought out the best of me. A part of me I’ve never seen. You took my soul and wiped it clean. Our love was made for movie scenes.”—Emma Bale. Chapter Theme Song: ‘All I Want’ by Emma Bale. (A/N: ^please listen the above song at the scene where Harmony sings it in the chapter :) •• Harmony The light of dawn seeps into my room, the hot sun scorching my face and forcing me out of slumber. I sit up in bed craggily, promptly noticing that the room is quiet and empty. Drifting sleepy orbs to the nightstand, I realize that a small note sits there. I reach over for it, wiping drool from my mouth with the back of my hand. Didn’t wake you up cause I wasn’t sure if you had an early class. I left early, see ya latez :) —April. Luckily, I don’t have literature until nine, or else I would have been tardy for my firs
•• Harmony “So another thing you need to know is that the food here is nasty as hell,” Mal informs as we walk from the theatre, and I chuckle as I look up at him, listening keenly to every word of advice he’s giving me. He has been here for two years now, so he’s a lot more familiar with the environment. Hence, his words are gospel for me, I need to take everything in like a vacuum. So far, his personality is golden, and it’s really refreshing to finally meet someone here who seems level-headed and collective. No offense, April. I crinkle my nose with a smile, gripping my straps while swinging in my strides. “I have tried the sandwich from their snack bar, it’s not so bad.” “The snack bar isn’t bad, but the cafeteria? Is awful. I think Pat needs to get us better lunches.” And we chuckle. During our shared laughter, my eyes spot an open room, and inside holds a shiny black piano. A stab of nost
“I’m jealous, I’m overzealous. When I’m down I get real down. When I’m high I don’t come down. I get angry, baby, believe me. I could love you just like that and I can leave you just as fast.” —Julia Michaels. Chapter Theme Song: ‘Issues’ by Julia Michaels. •• Harmony The car is silent as we propel along the slippery road, the sound of rain splattering against metal and the faded roars of passing vehicles filling the frigid void. I had no idea the ride to the mall would be this long. I am dying of anxiety being in this tiny space next to him, and the fact that he’s half-naked makes this situation even more nerve-wracking. I quietly puff air from my cheeks, rubbing my palms along my legs in restlessness. Blaze glances over at me and softly smiles before focusing back to the road. “So, who taught you to play the piano?” I gaze at him at the posi
** Harmony I place my palm over my head and hurry toward his vehicle, quickly pulling the door and sliding in. I wipe water from my clothes as I look over at him. His expression is stern and unsmiling, and I shrink in my seat. “Are you okay?” “The man is perfectly fine, he can work to earn an income, so I have no idea why you just gave him your money,” he starts, turning his glare at me. I take notice of how dark his pupils have become, and he seems a lot different than who he was thirty minutes ago. “It’s called caring,” I answer. “Or being stupid. He has two legs, just like us. Everyone is trying to find their way in life, he should get up and try too, not fair for him to take other people’s hard-working money.” I drop my gaze to the plastic bag in my lap. He has a point but there is no danger in giving. I won’t apologize for being softhearted; I feel like Blaze just lacks compassion. He sighs when h
"Terrors don’t prey on innocent victims."—Imagine Dragons. Chapter Theme Song: ‘Bad Liar’ by Imagine Dragons. •• Blaze “Yo, where have you been?!” James glances at me from the PS4 game he’s playing on the small couch, the loud game system reverberating throughout the cramped dorm room. “You’ve been MIA all morning.” Instead of responding with words, I coil my fingers under my T-shirt and tug it over my head, fluffing it into a ball before sailing it straight into his face. He hisses and grabs it from next to him, keeping his eyes on his game as he blindly throws it across the room. It lands on the floor and I shake my head as I drop my bag of snacks and car keys on the table. Nasty fucker. Making my way to the mini kitchen, I kick the garment out of my way as I stifle a loud yawn. I open the fridge and retrieve a bottle of cool water before nudging the door cl
•• Third-person Pov “Hey wait up, Harmony!” Stopping in her tracks, she looks around with shirred brows to see Malcolm scurrying up the hall toward her. A smile graces her lips as her small features pipes up in a blink. She hasn’t seen him since Literature class. Even though she has only met him a few days ago, she cannot deny how comfortable she is with him. He is one of the only three males that she doesn’t feel unsettled around—her dad and Collum completing the shortlist. They don’t give off that intimidating vibe that Blaze and other members of the masculine gender does. Malcolm comes to a stop in front of her, catching his breath tiredly. Harmony giggles at the state he is in as he braces his back dramatically. “Hey.” “Hey.” She smiles. “They have this-uh...” He blows his cheeks out, and she chuckles. “Breathe and talk slowly.” “The music club is opening today; their first meet. I