Harper wanted to throw her phone across the room. Every night for the last three days she would check her phone and find hundreds of unread messages from Dylan. Not only was it annoying, but she also felt the need to read every message, just in case there was something important. So far, all she had found was that he decided his conspiracy theory was false and that it was just his imagination.

Meanwhile her lack of sleep wasn't doing Harper any favors. Whenever she fell asleep, some strange instinct would wake her up. Usually there was nothing in her room that would cause any harm besides the chair with the hole though the back of it, but one night she woke up at about 2 a.m. and found her father leaving the room. It was odd, but there was a chance he was worried about her sneaking out at night. If course, she still found it suspicious.

Annoyed, Harper finally decided to reply to Dylan's constant "teach me teach me teach me!!!" texts. Even though it was about 3:30 in the morning, he was texting her. She sighed before opening the text box.

Dylan, I won't teach you if you keep begging me to.

Wait, you're awake?!?

Yup.  Why are you so surprised?

I just thought you'd be...

Asleep? Yeah, that's what happens when you suddenly get insomnia for no known reason.

Insomnia? What's that?

Wouldn't you like to know?

Anyways, you'll teach me if I stop texting you about it?

Yup. 

But, how will I know then?

Tell you what: you stop begging, I'll teach you tomorrow after school.

really? I'm good with that! Your place or mine?

Definitely not my place. 

Okay. Well ttyl!

Harper didn't reply. Instead, she had a brief moment where she considered blocking his number but never got the chance because she heard the door knob turn slowly. Quickly and as silently as she could, she turned her phone off and put it on the nightstand, pulling the blankets higher up. She closed her eyes as her door creaked open.

Silent footsteps made their way towards Harper. She didn't have to look at who it was to know it was her father. Trying to stay relaxed and keeping her breathing as even as possible, she tried to guess what he was doing. Her mind when to horrible thoughts; rape, murder, even kidnapping. So when all he did was put his hand on her shoulder, she was kind of surprised. 

That was all. He left his hand on her arm for a few seconds before leaving. It was strange, and Harper couldn't stop thinking about it until she eventually fell asleep.

*time skip*

 "You sure you want to come with me, Wyatt?" Harper asked as they pulled up in front of Dylan's house after school.

 "Are you kidding? There's no way I'm missing the opportunity to watch you possibly best someone up!" Wyatt laughed, "Plus your dad would probably fire me if I told him you went to a boy's house by yourself."

" That's fair. " They both got out of the car and walked to the front door. Wyatt knocked and soon Dylan opened it.

"Hey Harp-"

"You don't get to call me 'Harp'." Harper interrupted .

"Jeez, okay Harper! " Dylan pointed at Wyatt, "Is this your dad?"

" No, he's my chauffeur." Harper said plainly as Wyatt smiled.

"That was a joke, right? " Dylan asked, eyeing Wyatt suspiciously.

Wyatt shook his head, "Nope! I'm Wyatt."

" Dylan. Come on. " he waved them inside.

Compared to Harper's old house, Dylan's house was pretty big. It was three stories, counting the basement, and everything looked a bit more modern. Not as modern as her new apartment, but still.

Harper stayed very close to Wyatt as Dylan led them through his house, though she wasn't sure what she was nervous about. Everything seemed normal and familiar. Extremely familiar...

When Dylan opened the door to the garage, Harper froze. Memories from her dream - the one where she saved her brother's life before going lucid - flooded back. She recognized the room.

"You good, Harp?" Wyatt asked. Harper hesitated a moment before nodding.

Dylan rolled his eyes, "Oh sure, one of your classmates isn't allowed to call you Harp, but when your driver does it it's completely fine?"

" If it makes you feel any better I let Holiday give me a nickname." Harper joked, the weird reality of the situation sinking in, "Now, so you want me to help or what?" She walked over to the punching bag in the corner of the room, " I just want to see how you do it. "

Dylan shrugged and walked over to the bag. He gave it a single punch, barely moving the bag at all. Harper burst into laughter. "Is this a joke to you?" Dylan asked , frowning.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't think you were actually trying!" Harper giggled, causing Dylan to roll his eyes.

He gestured towards the bag, "Be my guest!"

Harper shrugged  and walked towards it. She barely even tried to hit it and it still went farther than what he got. She smiled as his jaw dropped, "And I wasn't even trying!"

For about 2 hours the two of them worked on punches, with Harper correcting his form almost every time. Wyatt watched, occasionally talking with someone on the phone. After the two hours were complete, Dylan could go about as far as Harper did, even when he was trying as hard as he could. 

the two of them say on the floor, with Wyatt completing the triangle. "So, Harper," Dylan started, "How'd you learn to punch so well?"

"I've been practicing every day for the last three years, " Harper said vaguely, causing Wyatt to give her a pitying glance that Dylan noticed.

"What happened there years ago?" 

" What makes you think anything happened? "

"I don't know. I just assumed..."

"Assuming is never good. All that comes from them are incorrect facts and truths that some people don't want revealed."

Dylan nodded as Wyatt checked his phone, "Hey, Harp? We've got to go soon. Your dad said he might be home sooner than normal."

" Is that a bad thing? " Dylan asked as Harper and Wyatt stood.

"Let's just say he's a tad strict." Harper said as she opened the garage door for them to get out sooner.

"I know the feeling. See you at school on Monday, Harp!" Dylan called as they walked away.

 "IT'S HARPER! "

Story word count: 1053

So, this is kinda a filler, and I know I said there would be less of these, but I promise we're getting there! Also, do any of you know which part of the dream Harper recognized? I just want to see if it's as obvious as I think it is.

Anyways, sorry for updating do late. I was busy and lost all motivation, but I'm back! I'll try to update tomorrow, but I can't promise I will. Until next time!