Dara's POV

Jesse walked into our apartment as I was studying on our couch, wearing sweatpants, a t-shirt and fuzzy socks. The t-shirt was comfortable and originally belonged to Harry. He had let me wear it when I slept over one night but I accidentally forgot to give it back and I didn't plan to anytime soon.

"Hey," Jesse said. She closed the door approached the couch. I moved my feet, which were propped on a pillow, to the floor so she could sit down. She had just come from her track meet.

"You look tired," I told her. Jesse looked like she could pass out. Her face was flushed with red and wispy locks of hair that had not made it into her ponytail now stuck to her face, wet with sweat.

"I am tired." She held up four fingers. "Four miles straight. No breaks. Ran out of water."

"Damn," I mumbled.

"How about you?" Jesse asked. "How was your day?"

"Boring. No classes today so I sat my ass here, on this couch. All. Day. Long. Studying, sleeping, and doing otherwise nothing."

Jesse untied her sneakers by pulling the ends of the shoelaces. She kicked one sneaker to one side of the room, and the other one landed somewhere under the coffee table. She was obviously out of energy because the normal Jesse would have carefully picked up the sneakers and placed them side-by-side, carefully, on the floor of her closet.

"Ashleigh's going to a frat party tonight," Jesse spoke.

"Again?"

"Mhm. And she wants us to come."

"I don't really know if I'm--" I was cut off by the ringing of my cell phone. It sounded like in the movies, where somebody hits the 'self destruct' button and red lights start flashing, people running around and all hell breaks loose. I liked it. Whenever somebody calls it was like a fucking hurricane was coming and a voice was like Whatever you do, do NOT pick up that phone. And of course, to be defiant, I picked it up anyway.
"Who is it?" my best friend asked.

I picked up the call saying 'hello', then mouthing Harry to Jesse. She rolled her eyes and turned on the television.

"Dara," Harry said. "What are you doing right now?" Harry sounded somewhat bored. This was one of his best moods because this meant he wasn't angry.

"Uh, studying." Jesse turned up the volume of the television high.

"Turn it down!" I whispered.

She didn't listen, she didn't even look at me.

"Well do you want to.." I didn't hear the rest of his sentence because Jesse turned the volume up even higher.

"Jesse!" I whispered. "Sorry, what did you say?"

"What? I can't hear you."

Jesse turned the volume up all the way. I snatched the remote from her hand and muted the television.

"Sorry about that, Harry," I spoke into the phone, glaring at Jesse. "What were you saying?"

"I wanted to know if you were free tonight."

Jesse rolled her eyes. I stuck my tongue out at her. "Yes, I'm free."

"You want to come over then?"

"Uh, sure. I'll be there soon."

Harry and I said our goodbyes as I hung up the phone. Then I looked at Jesse, wide-eyed.

"What the fuck was that for?" I demanded.

"What are you talking about?" she said, sounding bored.

"You were blasting the volume so I couldn't talk to Harry."

"Oh, whatever," she snapped. "You'll have plenty of time to talk to that piece of shit when you go over his place."

I put down the remote, pausing. Jessica almost never got this annoyed. But it wasn't her place to be annoyed, it was mine. She was the one who was being childish, trying to prevent me from talking to Harry!

"Don't call him that," I said.

She turned to me. "Why the fuck not?! You call him that all the time! Then you go back to him! You practically live at his place and not here!"

"If I want to go to Harry's that's my business! Not yours! You don't make decisions for me!"

"Apparently not, because if I did, Harry wouldn't control you like he does!"

Now I was getting angry. "He doesn't fucking control me! If he did, I'd be fucking him every night!"

Jesse raised an eyebrow. "Well, Harry just sounds like a lovely person to be around!" she exclaimed with sarcasm. "I don't understand why you date him! He's rude to you, his friends are rude to you, and yet you still want to be with him!"

"Harry and I are not dating," I stated.

"What a fucking surprise!"

At this point, I was boiled over. I stood up from the couch and closed my book and notebook, sticking my pen into the spiral. I was done with Jesse's sarcastic shit.

"I'm going to Harry's," I told her, walking out of the room.

"Try not to get pregnant!" she hollered after me.

What a bitch, I thought. I know Jesse was just trying to look after me, but sometimes she really ticked me off. The only person I wanted to be around, right now, was Harry. He wouldn't judge me like my roommate was. At least, I hoped, because, to tell the truth, everything she said was true. Harry wasn't the nicest person-- even to me! And his idiot friends... Don't even get me started with them.

Yet I still allow Harry into my life, accepting all the damage he causes, because I wouldn't let him go. He was like a drug: I was addicted, and I just couldn't get enough.

Notes

Thanks for reading! Sorry if there was any mistakes because I typed this fast.