Strings Of Harmony

♫17♫ I Really Fail At Parodies...Like Seriously

Chapter Seventeen

I Really Fail At Parodies—Like Seriously

Carson’s eyes widened in shock as he assessed the damage I had inflicted upon him.

“Oh my god, that felt so good!” I muttered, as I shook my hand, trying to get rid of the pain that had accompanied with my hitting Carson. I closed my eyes for a second as I tried to calm down my anger.

When I opened them, I found a pissed-looking Carson glaring at me. He just stood there silently, rubbing his jaw.

“What the hell, Carson?” I shouted, as I leaned in closer to him. “That was totally uncalled for!”

“Well someone needed to give you the coldhearted truth—you’re a bitch, Juliet!” he shouted back, as he dropped the hand that was rubbing his jaw.

“Then say it to my face instead of singing a song about me! Great, when people find out that that song was about me, then my whole entire social reputation will be ruined, all thanks to you.”

“Oh man!” I heard Erving say through fits of laughter. “I think this is the first time I’ve ever seen him get hit by a girl!”

“I know right? I wish I had this caught on tape and all,” replied Sterling, who was also laughing.

However, seeing as how Carson and I had our eyes only fixated on each other, we were too occupied to even give Sterling and Erving a second glance.

“Hey, why don’t you guys have hate sex already? I mean, isn’t hate sex supposed to solve everything?” Erving started to laugh even harder.

Carson and I turned to glare at Erving and at the same time, we both shouted, “Shut up!”

Erving stopped laughing and looked at us surprisingly. “What did I tell you, Sterling? It’s like they were meant to be together!”

Sterling frowned. “Really?”

“Alright, whatever, I’m so done with you guys!” I angrily shouted. I turned around and was about to stomp away from them when I bumped into something hard and warm. “Oomph!” I stumbled back a few steps as I tilted my head up to see who it was I had bumped into.

“Oh um, hey Hyde!” I said, in a rather squeaky voice.

Crap, I am so dead right now.

Hyde glared at me. He had his arms crossed and he gave me one of his ‘what-did-you-just-do?’ look.

I gulped. I felt so tiny under his gaze even though he’s only three inches taller than me.

“Is he okay?” Hyde finally asked, as his eyes shifted to something behind me.

“Huh?” I asked, confused, as I spun around to see who he was looking at. “Oh him.” I looked at Carson, who was rubbing his face in pain. “He tripped and slammed his face onto the ground,” I lied.

I heard Sterling bite back another laugh as Erving, who had less self-control than did Sterling, burst out laughing again.

“Oh yeah,” Erving laughed out. “You know how he is—he’s really clumsy.”

“So clumsy in fact, he tripped over his imaginary shoelaces,” added Sterling, as he nodded his head at Carson’s non-existent shoelaced shoes.

“You know what? Why don’t you guys all shut the hell up?” growled Carson, as he stormed away from us. He didn’t even bother to look at me as he roughly pushed past me.