Vigilante (Camren)

Chapter 2: Shots Fired

The following day, Camila walked alongside Harry on the way to his house. Despite almost losing Sofia the night before, she thought that it was best to leave her at home with a babysitter so she wouldn't be exposed to anymore violence. Harry's house was only a few blocks away from hers, so she wouldn't be too far apart from her sister.

"You're looking pretty happy for one who took a beating yesterday." She said to Harry.

He was smiling like an idiot, which disgusted her completely. Harry wasn't the type to smile randomly, since a smile to him was used more as a way to attract women to himself. Camila didn't care much for Harry, but to go from a hardcore player to a man who's heart had grown ten times its size was a little too much for her. Harry wasn't Harry without being the sarcastic bastard that he always was.

Harry turned to face her and replied, "It's all thanks to you, Camila."

It actually bothered her now that he called her by her middle name, since the real Harry had seemed to disappear only to leave behind some lovesick kid. She actually wished that he'd call her Karla, even though she hated it with every ounce of her being. 

"By how do you mean?" Camila asked him, turning her head in confusion.

"You know what you did." He began. "Because of your help last night, I was able to score a date with Dinah. I've realized that I need to change for the better if I want things to run smoothly between the two of us. I've never felt like this before, and I really think that I can change."

Camila formed a disgusted look on her face at the sound of Harry wanting to change more than he already has. She didn't care much for Harry at all, but if she was going to train with him, she didn't want him to be acting all lovey-dovey the whole time. 

"Honestly, Harry, I find it good that you're trying to change to make things work well between you and Dinah, but you're grossing me out." She admitted to him. "To be honest, I rather think that Dinah would prefer to be with some bad-ass jerk as opposed to someone who is acting like they trying hard not to get coal in their stocking during Christmas time."

"It hurts me that that's how you truly see me." Harry responded, trying to fake feelings of hurt. "And to be honest, I think that it's time for me to grow up. You know? I've come to realize that no one will ever want to hire or date me when I'm walking around like I own the whole world."

Camila sighed and said, "Well, when you put it that way... I'm still disgusted by it. However, I'll respect you for it. Just don't make me gag from your new preppy, snooty boy ways. If you're gonna act like the new Harry, don't do it around me."

"Okay... Karla." He replied, sending her a smirk. "Let's get something to drink before we even think about starting your training. We can stop by this convenience store here." He suggested, pointing to a store called Larry's Convenience.

"Sure, but you don't have water at your house?" Camila asked.

He gazed at her and replied, "Only tap water. My family buys fine wines and beers, do you really think we have bottled water?"

"True." She answered, knowing that his family was huge on purchasing alcohol. Harry didn't just randomly grow up to be a party animal, he was exposed to parties every weekend as a kid from his parents. 

The two walked into Larry's Convenience together, going immediately towards the back of the store where the water was kept. They each grabbed a bottle of Poland Springs water, then made their way to the counter to make their purchase. 

Just as they were about to place their bottles of water on top of the counter, a person with a ski mask and a pistol gun came smashing through the glass door. The man pointed his pistol straight at the woman controlling the cash register and shouted, "Hand me everything in the register, and no one gets hurt!"