Chapter 13

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Harry's P.O.V.

Charlie called me over to his house. Did I want to go???

No.

But he told me that I hadn't been around as much, and as much as I wanted to tell him to fuck off, I needed to get out. I dropped Alex home, hoping that she would be there when I was finished doing whatever Charlie wanted me for.

I knocked on the door when I got to the front of Jake's house and he didn't answer. I knocked again and nobody came to the door. This was fucking ridiculous. He calls me over and he's not even ho-

"HARRY!!!" I looked over to see Charlie on the side of the house. I walked over to him and then followed him out into his backyard. There had to be 8 other fucking people there.

"Oh, look who showed up." Dave waved his hand through the air towards me. Dave would be here. He was practically the follower of the group, always looking to hang with one of us.

I shook my head and then sat down, pushing some of the hair from my forehead. I tuned out the rest of the comments from the rest of the group, m eyes scanning over all of the people, until I got to a familiar blond.

"Iris???" I spoke without knowing. The girl turned and looked at me, and it was Iris.

"Harry???" She brought her hand up to her mouth dramatically, sitting up in the chair, before laughing and then falling back down. She stared at me and waited for me to respond.

"Why are you here???" I had to know how the hell she got back here, even remotely close to campus.

"Is that the first thing you ask after not seeing me for like almost a year???" She scoffed and then pushed her hair from her forehead behind her ear, a habit she most likely picked up from me.

"So you want to have a normal conversation after a year???" I realized that everyone was watching us. All 7 of the rest of this nosey ass group.

"Can you not deal with that out here???" Charlie asked and narrowed his eyes at us.

"Fuck off." I stood up and walked inside, Iris following behind me. Once we got inside, I got straight to the point. "How did you get back here???"

"My dad got me back on campus." She held her hands up before I could reply and then continued. "After the whole incident with me getting kicked off of campus, my dad talked to whoever he needed and he got me back on."

"Why are you back???" Iris was trouble in the flesh and she was the last thing I needed right now. She could've gotten me kicked off of campus with her for the stupid ass stunt she pulled on the teachers in the art building.

"I wanted to be back with you guys." She pulled herself up onto the counter. "Especially you."

"Iris," I groaned.

"Oh, come on. Don't tell me you forgot about everything we did." She hopped off of the counter so that she could stand in front of me. "Harry," she let her fingers trace over my shirt where she knew my tattoos were.

"No." I couldn't do this crap. I pulled her hands away from me and then put them at her side.

"Why not???" She looked me straight in the eyes. Her eyes were something that always drove me crazy but I couldn't let it get to me. I did not want to get involved with her again.

"Because," I walked across the living room floor and I pulled at my hair when I heard her footsteps behind me. "I dont want to do this again. It was done when you left and its not starting again."

"What are you guys doing in here???" Dave peeked his head through the back door.

"Nothing." I glared at him to leave but he stayed with his head in the door.

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