"Well...that was amusing." Julie said as we sat down on the table drinking punch.
"Yeah." I sipped my drink. "I was totally unprepared for the rap battle. I wasn't expecting it."
Julie took a sip and coughed. "Yeah but it seemed like she was ready for it. You really hate Monica don't you?"
I scoffed and looked away.
I know, I know Monica is famous and blah blah yada yada yada but I despise her for being the mastermind behind her friends demise and plays the whole 'I am sorry' part.
Pathetic.
And I the worst part?
My dad downloaded that game for me as a Christmas present.
If his plans were to stop me from asking him for presents on that holiday then mission accomplished.
Fuck you dad.
"I won't recommend that game to a psychopath." I ruefully say.
Julie hummed. "At least the other rap battles sound nice."157Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡiLUup7UW1F
I grinned. "Who do you think is going to win this one!"
Julie shrugged. "I don't know. Matilda?"
"You're just saying that because you haven't watched Stranger Things."
"I lost interest in Netflix after they cancelled my favorite show." then she sat up. "Have you seen Lucas?"
I shook my head and looked around the crowed.
I know Lucas. If he was here, he will be dressed up as Spiderman or Batman or Doctor Strange.
I took out my phone and called him.
He didn't pick up.
My gut feeling perked up and I glared at my phone
Screw this and screw his mom.
"Come on Julie," I say standing up.
"Where are we going?" she asked.
"To Lucas' place."
Julie panicked. "You want to go over to his place looking like that?"
"I don't give a fuck about that! Lets go!"
I guess my voice scared her into silence because she said nothing as we walked out of the auditorium. Once we were out of the school's building we looked around for a ride.
"Shit! I didn't bring my wallet." I said.
Julie whipped out her phone to call her mom but a shadow scared the crap out of us.
"Boo!"
We squealed and saw Peter in his Huggy Wuggy costume grinning.
"Going home early Darling?" he asked.
Then I remembered something. "Peter you have a van right?"
He smiled. "Yep,"
"Can you take us to Lucas' place?"
His smile faded. "Why?"
"Just do it!"
Soon we were all pilled into Peter's van and on our way to his house. As soon as we get there, I go to the door and try to open it.
It was locked.
"Ms. Witchette?" I bang on the door again. "Ms. Witchette open the door."
"Maybe she's not in?" Peter suggested.
I take a step back, and look at the house. It was dark as usual but his bedroom light was turned on.
A red flag.
His mother would blow her casket if she saw that and I bet my two pennies she is inside the house.
And what's with that shadow in the attic?
"I'm calling the police." Julie said.
Peter rolled his eyes and folded his arms. "Is that really important?"
I know that was the right thing to do but the nearest police station was really far away from the his place and he might be in danger.
I thought long and hard until I remembered who I am.
I am Harley fucking Quinn!
The queen on Gotham fucking City!
Now to get something to break open the door.
Pity I left my mallet at home.
How about a grenade launcher?
Illegal.
How about climbing to his bedroom?
Bingo!
I run around the house and started climbing the wall. Peter panicked begging me to come down and Julie was yelling at me but I ignore them.
Harley Quinn never lets her friends down.
Never.
I get there and break open the window but his wasn't in his room.
"Lucas?"
No response so I open his bedroom door and run down the stairs.
"Lucas? Lucas where are you?"
Still no response. I look around the house for a while until I get to the attic...
"Lu...Lucas?"
I burst into tears.
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