Brooklyn shut her locker just as the bell rang and she sighed, looking up at Harry who was standing next to her.

"I have work at 5, maybe we can do this another-"

"We've got more than enough time to talk," Harry said. "Lets go, babe."

Brooklyn narrowed her eyes, but Harry ignored her as they made their way to his car.

"Hey," he said once he got in the drivers seat. He reached over and cupped Brooklyn's face.

"Don't!" Brooklyn snapped, slapping Harry's hand away and stopping the sparks. "Don't touch me!"

Harry gently cupped Brooklyn's face again and brushed his thumb over the bruise. "How is it?" He...