"Sure thing, partner!" Harley nodded with a smile, though she wasn't too happy her next class was a math class. Oh well, at least if she had trouble, her study buddy could get her out of it. Closing her laptop and stowing her things in her bag, Harley stood up and erased the whiteboard as asked.
"So we still up on that trip to Central Park?" She asked. It looked like after her moment of apathy, she was right as rain and the same bubbly cowgirl once again. It felt good actually to get that off her chest, though...she still worried about her brother. "I can't wait!"
"Hmph...Really..." Helena replied muttering. True, even after so long, she still felt her friendship with Jason never really died out, but it would take some time for her to let go of her resentment towards him abandoning her all those years, especially the day of her mom's death. Her voice was still a bit bothersome and aggravated. It was not much towards Jason, but...well...everything in general.
She sighed, turning away from Jason with a frown and facing the Manhattan Skyline. It could always be seen from over the treetops, even in her crappy ass neighborhood. From her pocket, she fished out a crumpled cigarette, clenching it between her lips and lighting it, taking a few drags before continuing. "You...never really made much of an effort in the first place. I mean, I called and texted you I don't know how many times...but you never answered. Guess you had...better things to do, right? But I didn't call you here to guilt trip you."
She turned to face him again. The look in her dark green eyes...it was a familiar one to her, one of pain and desparation. "I need your help, Jason. I hate this fucking city so much, and I want to leave. I can't though, because some fuckhead is always sucking me dry, and dad's still chugging the fucking bottle down blowing what little money we have on booze! I swear, Jase, my life just went to shit after mom died! I fucking hate it here now!" The redhead shook with anger, the tears practically welling in her eyes. She wiped them away on her sleeve and sighed.
"So we still up on that trip to Central Park?" She asked. It looked like after her moment of apathy, she was right as rain and the same bubbly cowgirl once again. It felt good actually to get that off her chest, though...she still worried about her brother. "I can't wait!"
"Hmph...Really..." Helena replied muttering. True, even after so long, she still felt her friendship with Jason never really died out, but it would take some time for her to let go of her resentment towards him abandoning her all those years, especially the day of her mom's death. Her voice was still a bit bothersome and aggravated. It was not much towards Jason, but...well...everything in general.
She sighed, turning away from Jason with a frown and facing the Manhattan Skyline. It could always be seen from over the treetops, even in her crappy ass neighborhood. From her pocket, she fished out a crumpled cigarette, clenching it between her lips and lighting it, taking a few drags before continuing. "You...never really made much of an effort in the first place. I mean, I called and texted you I don't know how many times...but you never answered. Guess you had...better things to do, right? But I didn't call you here to guilt trip you."
She turned to face him again. The look in her dark green eyes...it was a familiar one to her, one of pain and desparation. "I need your help, Jason. I hate this fucking city so much, and I want to leave. I can't though, because some fuckhead is always sucking me dry, and dad's still chugging the fucking bottle down blowing what little money we have on booze! I swear, Jase, my life just went to shit after mom died! I fucking hate it here now!" The redhead shook with anger, the tears practically welling in her eyes. She wiped them away on her sleeve and sighed.