[@Luna Amore]

[color=a187be]"Well I mean I wasn't expectin' an apology."[/color]  Harley replied under her breath, merely keeping her eyes on her book so as not to draw any more attention to herself.  [color=a187be]"But...well...you did kinda scar my backside a little.  It's alright though, Nat.  You were just being honest.
 I ain't gonna get mad over petty shit like that.  Oh and uh... Sorry if I'm bein' a bit moody right now.  I'll uh...I'll tell you after class."[/color]  There was a slight hesitation to her voice, as though she wasn't willing to tell Nat anything, but if she didn't, it was just going to bug her all day.

Looking down at her book and reading along, she sighed to herself, a dull frown etched across her lips.  Something was definitely bothering her and she knew it.

[i][color=a187be]Aww c'mon!  First I get the call about Jack and now I think I done pissed off my camera buddy!  This day cannot get any worse, can it?[/color][/i]

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Mr. Felton looked worried.  "Maybe we should take him back to the nurse and let him rest.  I'll call his parents again and see if they're coming to pick him up."

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As soon as she skated into the parking lot, she noticed first off his crappy car.  Darren was leaning against the driver side door smoking a cigarette, as always that crazy, pissed off look on his grizzled, sunken face.  His eyes were bloodshot with dark circles underneath, rough, almost leathery skin pocked with several gross looking sores, some covered on his arms by sleeves of tattoos, and he was wearing clothes that looked like they haven't been washed in years.  Helena knew he was already hitting the hard shit again, the bad shit.

Slowly, and cautiously she approached, hoping the bastard wouldn't notice her, but too late as he flicked his cig away and turned to face her.

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[color=ed1c24]"Well if it ain't Pipi Fucking Longstockings!  What the hell took you so long?"[/color]  His voice was harsh and raspy as he hacked a cough and spat out a glob of bile.  That alone almost made Helena puke, coupled with his ratlike eyes glaring at her.

Grimacing, she returned quietly, [color=f7941d]"I was on my way when you texted me, man.  Cut me some slack!"[/color]

[color=ed1c24]"Tch!  Whatever... Just give me my fucking money."[/color]  Darren scoffed then held out his hand with an expectant look.

Helena, at first she hesitated, slowly reaching into her pocket and pulling out a wad of hundred dollar bills, unwilling to just set them in Darren's greasy palm.

[i][color=f7941d]Great... How the fuck am I gonna get out of this city when this dickhead is bleeding me dry?[/color][/i]

[color=ed1c24]"Today bitch!"[/color]  Darren snarled.

[color=f7941d]"W-wait!"[/color]  Helena drew her hand back.  [color=f7941d]"What about my cut?  You said I could keep at least half of what I got paid."[/color]

Darren's eyes narrowed at her like two sharp slits, like the eyes of a viper coiling back to strike.  He spat at her, [color=ed1c24]"Cut schmut, slut!  Now gimme that fucking money, NOW!"[/color]  Forcefully he wrenched the money out of Helena's hand.

Helena stumbled backwards, yelling, [color=f7941d]"Okay!  Fine!  Take it you fucking asshole!"[/color]  She glared at him and turned to walk away, but as she did, she paused momentarily.

Darren laughed, rather menacingly as he sauntered up to her from behind.  Carefully, Helena turned around, her face ripe with worry.

[color=f7941d]"What?  What's so funny?"[/color]

[color=ed1c24]"You.  Stupid.  Bitch."[/color]  Darren snickered holding up the five hundred dollars Helena [i]owed[/i] him.  [color=ed1c24]"This it?  This is all you got?"[/color]  She didn't like that look in his eyes.

Backing up slowly, she stammered a nervous response, [color=f7941d]"W-whoa!  Wait a minute, Darren!  You said I owed you five hundred!  There it is"[/color]

[color=ed1c24]"WRONG BITCH!"[/color]  Suddenly Darren grabbed her, slamming her against the side of his car.  Helena heard a click...and there it was sticking in her face...mere inches from her eye.

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With one hand, Darren held her by her scrawny neck, his other holding the knife too damn close to her as he barked, seething with rage, [color=ed1c24]"Interest!  It grows over time!  You owed me five hundo eight weeks ago!  Now you owe me a grand!  So where's the rest bitch?!  Huh?! 
You holding out on me?!"[/color]

[color=f7941d]"A grand?!  That's bullshit!"[/color]  Helena managed to spat despite her windpipe being crushed.  [color=f7941d]"I...I only owed you five!"[/color]

[color=ed1c24]"You've got till fucking Thursday, bitch!  THURSDAY to get my other five, or I'll gut you like a fucking deer!  You feel me?!"[/color]

Finally he let her go.  Helena fell to her knees on the pavement, gasping for air.  She looked up Darren with eyes burning as he slipped his knofe and the cash, all the money she had, into his pocket and got in his car and drove away kicking up a cloud of smog that stung her face.

[color=f7941d][i]Fuck...this...place![/i][/color]  She thought...