The Lost Angels

Chapter Three

Harmony had been talking to one of her girlfriends when the bartender placed a drink in front of her. She looked up at the blonde and shook her head.

"I didn't order this," she said frankly.

"Oh I know," the blonde replied in a slightly perky manner. "I never get an order wrong. But you see that hot guy down there," she pointed a long way down the counter, where a boy with thick, longish curly brown hair was sitting. He was staring at the ceiling, an innocent look plastered on his face. "He did and if I were you, I'd get myself acquainted." She winked before turning away to tend to other customers.

Behind her, her friend sucked in her breath.

"Girl, I don't know what it is about him, but that boy always sets me on fire."

Harmony turned around in her seat to look at the girl.

"Thought you didn't like white boys, Janie."

"I didn't till I saw him. Girl, he's hella hella fine."

"Well, if you're gonna start liking 'em, you better not start on him. He ain't nothin'."

"Why you hating on a guy that just bought you a drink? Go do what Blondie said. Go get acquainted."

Harmony rolled her eyes. "I'll be right back."

"Don't worry about it. I'm about to go dance anyway." Janie smiled. "So you just take your time."

"Janie," Harmony was surprised. "Did it cross your mind that I already have a boyfriend?"

The open-minded girl shrugged. "What loverboy don't know won't hurt him," she worded her favorite motto before standing up and walking away.

Harmony shook her head. Her best friend was twisted, but she still had the biggest heart. Sighing, she rose and walked toward the handsome boy, taking the drink with her.

"Thought I told you stalking was illegal," she stated dryly as she took the seat beside him.

"It isn't if they like it," he replied lightly. "Besides, I'm not stalking. I'm being friendly."

"Yeah? And how come you can't be friendly when Micheal's around?"

He was silent for a moment. Then he took a drink from his glass.

"Cause I don't think you want me to."

Harmony didn't reply. She looked down at her drink.

"Pina coloda," she said. "My favorite drink." She turned her gaze on him suspiciously. "How'd you know?"

"Micheal worships you, Mona," Randy shrugged. "I know a lot."

"Yeah?" Harmony smiled and raised the drink to her lips. "Well, he hardly tells me anything about you." She took a small sip and placed the glass down.

"Yeah," Randy said quietly. He looked so sad just then that she was almost sorry she said it.

"But when he does, it's always something funny or sentimental...like something off a Hallmark card. Like the time when y'all were little kids and Micheal was being bullied by this big girl who was a grade head of y'all. He told me one day after she pushed him off the jungle gym--the bitch--that you went right up to her and pulled her little pigtails then kicked her in the stomach. He said even though you got grounded and had to write an apology letter, you didn't regret it. That's wad made me want to meet you in the first place. I felt that someone who loved Micheal enough to do something like that at that age couldn't be all bad."

"You used to hate me, right?" he asked, amused. One of his elbows rested on the counter and he was leaning his head in his hand, staring at her with those startling green eyes.

"Like hell. Remember at the beginning of school, when you told everybody I was racist?" Harmony looked away, smiling softly. "Nobody would have anything to do with me for two months. All the white kids were writing me all sorts of notes, asking me 'What have I don't to you?' Then came the gum in my hair and this girl 'accidentally' tripped me in the cafeteria, spilling chili on my brand new white blouse." Harmony shook her head. "God, I wanted to kill you."

Randy laughed. "Yeah, I'm real sorry about that. I only did it because you wouldn't talk to me on the first day in Algebra."

She looked at him incredulously.

"Only because you wouldn't quit shaking my desk!"

"Only because you wouldn't give me a piece of gum and I knew you had some, Mona, 'cause I saw the pack before you put it in your purse."

"That was for Janie! I owed her a pack because she won this stupid ass bet we made." Harmony suddenly laughed. "Eight weeks of exile all because of gum."

"Yeah, I feel like an ass now." Randy smiled at her, shamefaced.

Harmony smiled back, but didn't reply. An awkward silence fell over them. She stared into her drink thoughtfully. He gazed sadly at the counter. Then the current band playing began to play a slow soft rock song. Randy turned to Harmony.

"Can I have a dance?" he asked uncertain.

She looked at him but quickly turned away.

"A dance? To this song?" she said tonelessly.

"That's what I'm asking."

Harmony turned to him, anger written all over her face.

"Why don't you get it? You're Micheal's best friend, I'm his girlfriend--"

"It's not like I just confessed an undying love for you, Mona," he replied calmly.

She considered him for a moment. "This song," she said quietly, "you know the one you hear playing, is our song!"

"And about fifty other people's. Look, I'm just asking for a dance. You could at least be nice enough to say, 'No thanks, I don't dance' instead of taking the offensive."

She stared at him then shook her head. "All right, you win. You can dance with me."

"Well, good," Randy said, grinning. He hopped off his stool and extended a hand to her. Harmony looked at him quizzically, but took his had anyway. He lead her to the dance floor where only a few couples were dancing; nobody they knew. Thank God, she thought. The last thing she wanted was for someone to get the wrong idea about her and Randy and tell Micheal.

Randy stopped and pulled her close to him. Automatically, she wrapped her arms around his neck, but was barely touching him. She closed her eyes and tried to imagine it was Micheal that was holding her. But just as she was picturing his face, his intense brown eyes turned green, his straight black hair became a curly brown and his innocent smile transformed into a teasing smirk.

Harmony opened her eyes, horrified. She had had a "thing" for Randy for quite some time, but she hadn't expected it to blossom into anything. She sighed and rested her chin on his shoulder. It wasn't love she was feeling. Micheal, sweet poetry, passionate letters, charm beyond belief, that was love. Randy was nothing but a tolerable like.

Then out of nowhere, he said, "You know, it was me who liked you first."

At that moment her whole world became a destructive chaos.

"Why are you telling me this?" she asked quietly.

"I just wanted you to know."

Harmony fell quiet. She felt something thumping quickly against her chest. Was it his heart or hers? She couldn't tell. All she knew was she didn't want to love him, not if it meant hurting Micheal.

"Mona," he said softly. She was too afraid to answer, too upset to meet his eyes. "Can I kiss you?"

No, no, no, she screamed inside. You can't. This is wrong, a sin--isn't it? I love Micheal, I belong to him. You have no right--

But she lifted her head away from his shoulder anyway, and gazed into his surprisingly gentle eyes. The look he held in them was, to Harmony's devastation, love. Soft and deep and sincere. It was an inviting stare, he wanted her to come in, but did she?

Their lips were centimeters apart when Harmony's conscience kicked in.

"Micheal," she murmured, breaking away from him.

"What--" Randy looked confused.

"I think we should go find Micheal now," Harmony spoke clearly and looked boldly into her eyes.

Randy didn't recoil under her intense stare. A look of pain flashed across his face. "Right. It's almost curfew anyway."

They decided to look upstairs for him, knowing he'd be where pool was located. But he wasn't in any of the pool rooms. Someone from the last pool room told them that he'd last seen Micheal go into a private room with "this really hot brunette." Harmony thanked him coldly and marched out with Randy following close, trying to reason with her.

"C'mon, Mony. That could mean anything," he was saying while she checked a room that was full of smoke.

"Like..."

"Um...maybe their just hanging out. You know, talking."

Harmony rolled her eyes. "Really, Randy, you make me feel so much better."

They stopped in front of a dark yellow door labeled "Privacy, please."

"Guess we found him. Open the door."

"No."

"Why?"

"What if I see something I'll regret? What if he ain't even in there? What if the door's locked?"

It was Randy's turn to roll his eyes. "Only one way to find out." He grasped the doorknob and turned it before Harmony could say another worried word. The door swung open, revealing a large room filled with several people. It looked as though they were having their own party. Music blasted through the stereos, food and trash covered the floor, people were making out in the back.

"See Micheal anywhere?" Randy asked as they stepped into the room.

"No."

They walked around the half crowded room, searching anxiously. One guy, clearly drunk, bumped into Harmony and began to force himself on her. She pushed him away, disgusted. Then she spotted a pair of familiar Nikes sticking out from behind a giant bean bag. Half afraid, half dubious, she took her time approaching it. Upon reaching the bag, she bent down and pushed it aside.

A boy with thick but straight black hair laid face down on the floor. A folded chair was rested on his back. Her heart beating in fear, she fell to her knees beside him. As she said a little prayer before turning him over, he released a deep groan. Relieved beyond belief, she took the chair off him and turned him on his back. He was wearing a painful grimace on his face and there was a long gash on his left cheek that was black with blood. She had been staring at it when Micheal opened his eyes.

"Hello, peace-love," he said, smiling softly. Fresh blood seeped from the wound. Harmony felt dizzy.

"Umm...hey, baby," she said weakly, trying not to faint. "What happened to you?"

"What...what are you talking about?" he asked and Harmony smelled the alcohol on his breath. "I just dozed off after a pool game, that's all."

"Oh okay," she replied, pretending to believe him. She turned her eyes away from him and looked around for Randy. She saw him standing by the door, talking to a dark haired girl.

"Typical," she muttered, feeling an unwanted sting of jealousy. She looked at Micheal. "C'mon, baby. It's getting late."

"Anything for you, my queen," he smiled at her smugly.

Harmony stared at him. She wasn't liking the way he was acting and she wondered what had happened when he had played pool. Or did he even play pool, she thought as he stood up. Looking around, she noticed there were a lot of pretty girls in the room, let alone the party. He could have easily done anything he wanted with her knowing. She remembered someone had seen him with a brunette.

Harmony looked up at Micheal and into his gorgeous face. He was smiling. At her. A sudden shameful guilt swarmed inside her. She had no right to accuse him of anything when she herself had almost made out with his best friend.

"Harmony," he said loudly. "I want you to know something." She waited. He seemed to be having an emotional conflict with himself. His face changed from foolishly happy to desperately sad. She was alarmed to see him begin to cry.

"You are the most beautiful thing in my life. You make me feel like I actually mean something in this god awful world. You're like the stars--you light up my night and turn it into something breathtaking. And when we make love, I swear, you're like an angel--you give me wings."

Harmony blushed slightly. Micheal would never cease to amaze her. He bent down, his face very close to hers. "I know what we have is true love. I know you are my soul mate. And I know you don't won't people knowing ,but I do." She watched in a dazed stupor as her lover stood up once more and faced the room.

"I am madly in love with this woman. She's my complete world. And I just want her to know that if I should ever lose her, I'm dead. So nobody take her away from me."

Part touched and mostly exasperated, Harmony stood up and put an arm around her waist.

"Okay, baby, now that you've told the whole world your heart, I think it's time to go home. She tried to pull him with her but he was rooted to the floor.

"Do you think they understood, Harmony?" he asked, uncertain.

"Yeah. You've made everything crystal clear, babe."

"Do you understand?"

She looked at him. "Of course I do."

"Would you ever leave me?"

"Don't be stupid. I--"

"Mona."

Harmony looked up and saw Randy standing in front of them.

"What's going on?"

"He's drunk, but you wouldn't know anything bout that, would you?" she accused angrily.

Randy's face went blank. "What the hell--"

"Look, I don't have time to chat. Micheal's bleeding--"

"How come?" Randy asked, staring at the gash.

"He doesn't remember--"

"What--what's going on?" Micheal asked, clearly puzzled.

"Me and Randy are going to take you home and clean you up."

"But I'm clean," he insisted meekly. Harmony threw Randy a meaningful look and he went to the other side of Micheal. He put the drunken boy's arm across his shoulder and they lead their friend out the door.

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Phew! Sorry that was so long, but maybe that outta help out the confusion. Her flashbackslong chapters and the presentshort chapters. Sound good to anyone?

Thanks so much for the reviews GlossedLips, Mass Descent, and Squeaker. Sorry it took me so long to update...I just now decided that I would like to continue this story...