Chapter 24 The Explosion

Chapter 24 The Explosion


It happened in the main courtyard.

I was walking to third period when I heard Daniel's voice carrying over the morning crowd. Loud and easy and perfectly pitched to reach exactly the right number of ears.

"There he is," Daniel said. "The school's favorite rebel. Tell me Harrison, how does it feel protecting someone who doesn't even know your real name?"

I stopped walking.

The courtyard went quiet the way it always did when a Vale started talking. Students slowed down. Conversations dropped. Heads turned.

Harrison was standing near the fountain. He had his bag over one shoulder and his eyes were already cold. He had seen Daniel coming.

"Walk away Daniel," Harrison said.

"I'm just talking," Daniel said, spreading his hands. He looked around at the growing audience with that easy golden smile. "Can't brothers talk?"

"We're not brothers right now," Harrison said. "We're not anything right now. Walk away."

Daniel took a step closer. "You know what I find interesting?" he said conversationally. "Three years. Three years of the dangerous Harrison Vale. Fights. Suspensions. Burning things. Threatening people." He tilted his head. "And then one scholarship girl walks through the wrong door and suddenly you're carrying her bag and cleaning her wounds and drawing her picture in your private notebook like a lovesick—"

Harrison moved.

Not toward Daniel. He just went completely still in a way that was somehow worse than moving. Every student in the courtyard took an unconscious step back.

"Don't," Harrison said. His voice was very quiet.

"Don't what?" Daniel said. He wasn't backing down. He was performing. Every word calculated for the audience around him. "Don't say what everyone in this school has already figured out? You're in love with her Harrison. The scholarship girl. The ghost. The thief." He laughed. It was a light, easy sound that carried across the whole courtyard. "Father always said you were the weak one. Turns out he was right. All it took was one girl with sad eyes and a sob story to turn you into exactly what he always said you were."

Something broke in Harrison's face.

Not dramatically. Not loudly. It was small and fast and I was the only one close enough to see it. Just a fraction of a second where the armor came completely off and underneath it was a boy who had been called weak by his father for eighteen years and had never once found a way to make it stop hurting.

Then Harrison crossed the courtyard in four steps and grabbed Daniel by the collar.

The crowd gasped.

"Harrison!" I shouted.

"Say it again," Harrison said. His voice was low and shaking. "Say one more word about her."

Daniel looked at the hand on his collar. Then at Harrison's face. And then he smiled. Slowly. Deliberately. The smile of someone who had just gotten exactly what they came for.

"Security!" Daniel called out calmly. "Someone call security please. My brother is having another episode."

"Let go of him!" I pushed through the crowd. "Harrison let go!"

I reached him and grabbed his arm with both hands. His muscles were locked solid under my fingers. He wasn't looking at me. He was looking at Daniel's face with an expression I had never seen on him before. Pure unfiltered rage and underneath it something that looked dangerously close to pain.

"He wants this," I said quietly. Just for Harrison. "This is exactly what he wants. Look at him. He's already won if you don't let go right now."

Harrison's grip tightened for one second.

Then slowly it released.

Daniel straightened his collar with both hands. Unhurried. Satisfied. Like he was adjusting his tie after a pleasant meeting.

Two security guards pushed through the crowd. They looked at Harrison's face and made their decision immediately.

"Mr. Vale," the taller one said. "Come with us please."

"I didn't touch him," Harrison said.

"You grabbed my collar in front of forty witnesses," Daniel said pleasantly. "That's physical intimidation Harrison. That's a code of conduct violation." He looked at the security guards. "I'd like to file a formal complaint."

"Harrison." I stepped in front of him. I looked up at his face. His jaw was so tight it looked like it might crack. His eyes were still on Daniel. "Look at me."

He looked at me.

"Don't say anything else," I said. "Not one word. Just go with them."

Something moved across his face. The rage settled into something colder. More controlled.

He looked at the security guards. He nodded once.

They walked him toward the administration building. The crowd parted to let them through.

Daniel watched them go with his hands in his pockets and his smile perfectly in place.

I turned to face him.

"You planned this from the moment you woke up this morning," I said.

"I just said what everyone was thinking," Daniel said. He looked at me with something that was almost genuine. "He is in love with you Sophie. That's not an attack. That's just the truth."

"And you used it to hurt him," I said.

"I used it to remind the school who Harrison Vale really is," Daniel said. "An unstable boy who grabs people in public spaces when he doesn't get his way." He tilted his head. "How long before they suspend him? A day? Two hours?"

I looked at him for a long moment.

"You know what the difference is between you and Harrison?" I said.

Daniel waited.

"Harrison has been protecting people who never asked him to for four years," I said. "You have been destroying them. And you both grew up in the same house with the same father." I stepped closer. "That's not a family trait Daniel. That's a choice. Every single day that's a choice."

Daniel's smile didn't waver. But something behind his eyes shifted.

I turned away from him and walked toward the administration building.

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Harrison was sitting outside the Dean's office when I got there. His bag was on the floor. His elbows were on his knees. He was staring at the wall across from him.

I sat down next to him.

Neither of us spoke for a moment.

"He knew exactly what to say," Harrison said finally.

"Yes," I said.

"I knew what he was doing and I still—" He stopped.

"I know," I said.

"That's the worst part," Harrison said quietly. "I knew. And it didn't matter."

The Dean's door opened. Dean Miller stood in the doorway. He looked at Harrison with an expression that had been pre-decided before anyone sat down.

"Mr. Vale," the Dean said. "Effective immediately you are suspended for one week pending a full review of this morning's incident."

Harrison nodded. Like he had been expecting it. Like he had maybe been expecting it his whole life.

He stood up. He picked up his bag. He looked at the Dean for a moment and then looked away like the Dean wasn't worth the energy.

He walked toward the exit.

At the door he stopped.

He turned back and looked at me across the empty corridor. Just looked. His face was completely still. His eyes were dark and steady and full of something he still didn't have the words for.

He didn't say anything.

He didn't have to.

The door closed behind him.

I sat alone in the corridor outside the Dean's office and listened to the sound of his footsteps disappearing down the outside steps.

The school was suddenly very quiet.

And very large.

And I was completely alone in it.