"What are you doing?"

"Nothing." Jackson lied, trying to keep a straight face.

"Jackson, stop it." Harley hissed, smacking his hand away. "We're on a bus."

"So?" He countered, sliding his hand up her leg again. "It's a long bus ride."

"Play angry birds or something." She whispered, removing his hand from her lap again. She let out a huff of air when he just raised an eyebrow at her. "I don't know, just occupy your hands."

"I was trying to." Jackson muttered, her cheeks growing red at his words. She brought her knees to her chest and hugged them, resting her chin on her knees.

"My dad is two seats away." Harley snapped quietly, keeping her eyes straight ahead.

"And he should know better when assigning bus seats." He started to move his hand again but she grabbed his wrist, planting his hand firmly in his own lap. "Harley."

"Jackson." She mimicked him, making her voice just a tad whinier. "That's what you sound like right now."

"I do not."

"I just said you did, so yeah obviously."

"Oh please."

"Fight me, Whittemore." Harley narrowed her eyes and glared at him, but he just smirked.

"Kiss me."

"I'm sitting by Danny." She announced, standing up and moving towards the ailse.  She let out a small squeal and covered her mouth when Jackson's hand came in contact with her ass, leaving a harsh stinging sensation afterwards.

"Is there an issue back there?" Her father yelled, making her shake her head frantically.

"Pot holes, Coach." Jackson spoke up, flashing him a wide smile. "She started to get up and almost hit her face on the seat."

"Well then sit down, we'll be at the cross country meet in twenty minutes!"

"Got it." She nodded, moving to sit back down. Harley made it so she tripped slightly, her hand landing on Jackson's 'friend'. He let out a low groan, the girl sitting down and shrugging innocently. "Don't you just hate potholes?"

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"Harley, when are gonna have a girls night?" Lydia complained, pointing her plastic fork at her. "Jackson is practically attached to your hip."

"They're nice hips." Jackson stated as he slid into the bench next to her, leaving a kiss on her cheek. "What are you complaining about now, Martin?"

"How you're depriving her of me." Harley teased lightly, the strawberry blonde rolling her eyes. "I'll talk to my dad and see if Erica and I can come over tonight."

"I thought we were going to the movies tonight?" He questioned, eating a fry as Danny sat between Lydia and Erica.

"Hang out with Danny." The blonde suggested, Danny nodding in response. Harley leaned next to his ear, her nails drumming on his thigh as she whispered. "You get me all to yourself on Saturday, so don't worry."

"So, Danny." Jackson cleared his throat, the girl pulling her hand away with a small smile. "What are we doing tonight?"

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"Nate Archibald could have his way with me any day, to be completely honest." Harley stated, reaching for another licorice.

"I'm assuming that goes for Jackson as well?" Erica teased, throwing a few skittles at her. Lydia just rolled her eyes, cradling her lightly salted popcorn.

"I never quite understood why Nate chose Serena over Blair." She pointed out, wrinkling her nose. "Sure, Serena is blonde and has legs for miles, but Blair is the upper east side princess and is way hotter."

Erica and Harley shared a look over her head, both rolling their eyes.

"I'm sure you'll find a Chuck Bass, Lydia." Erica patted her on the shoulder, Lydia turning to stare at her.

"Are you making fun of me?"

"What?" She put her hand to her chest, gasping dramatically and making Harley cover her mouth to keep from laughing. "Why, I would never."

"You are!" Lydia's eyes widen, the girl opening her mouth again when the doorbell rang.

"Oh look, the pizza's here." Harley threw her arms up, grabbing the twenty Natalie had left for them. "Erica, why don't you go get it?"

"Of course." She nodded, taking it and started walking towards the door. "Maybe I'll find Lydia's Chuck on the other side."

"Why do you let her treat me like that?" Lydia complained as soon as she left her room, making Harley raised an eyebrow.

"Maybe because you've treated her way worse?" She countered, slightly amazed at her pettiness.

"Just because someone has a 'condition', it doesn't mean they should get any special treatment." She scoffed, crossing her arms.

"Sensitive, Lyds." Harley shook her head, making her feel better about keeping her heart condition from her. "Real sensitive."