There was a reason Harmony hadn't kissed anyone since Bobby Ridgeway when she was twelve. As she drove home from her disaster with Jett she was reminded of why that was. Bobby'd broken her heart. Ok, not really, but the thought was the same. She'd kissed him in his room one day after school because they both wanted to know what the fuss was about. It wasn't amazing but it was important to her...special. Then she found out the next day that he was going out with Donna Maitland and felt her heart break a little. To this day she swore that while she'd let other people get close she wouldn't think of going down that path again.

Now she was happy with her life. Content to flirt and play the game and do everything in the name of harmless fun. She hadn't allowed herself to get wrapped up in the desire to have a boyfriend or be conventional. Until he came along. She'd crushed before but this was different. She thought he'd gotten her, cared about her. She thought she was special. And, as much as it went against her vow she'd been excited at the prospect of kissing him and thought it meant he liked her, too. In this she was sadly mistaken. And now as she was driving she felt like a fool and allowed the tears to fall. Tears she'd never allowed Bobby somehow claimed her for Jett.

There was no point going to her mom about this. Even if her mom was home she'd tell her not to see the boy again and that it wouldn't be a crush if it didn't hurt. Words, no doubt, from experience but hardly helpful to a girl who'd just experienced her first real romantic kiss only to have it thrown back in her face. If that's who he really was, cold and cruel, then he deserved that b***h Raven. She didn't need any of it and she knew that but all the same it hurt that the first person she'd tried with also turned out to be someone who hurt her.

Sometimes a girl just needs her dad.

Of course, she'd never met him before and her mom didn't have any pictures of him lying around. They'd had a brief thing while her mom was upset over pretty much all the rest of her family dying. The only thing Harm knew was that his name was Robert and he had hair almost like hers with darker green eyes. The same as the color flecked in her own violet orbs. Anything else about him was lost in the wash of time and the fade of her mother's memory.

DAMNIT!

And why did he have to be so nice at the end after she was leaving? Would it have been that hard to grab her hand and ask her to stay and tell her that Raven didn't mean as much to him as she thought? That they were friends and that everything she'd thought was worth it to them both?

"Oh, well," she tried to console herself. "it seems like they deserve eachother. Whatever they have just seems sick and unhealthy."

But unfortunately a spark of hidden maturity wasn't enough to heal a broken heart of make the tears that were falling any less real. She had to eventually pull over and let her stupid girly tears pass before she could safely drive again and found herself at the park where Camelot found her when she came home and was missing her mom. He'd found her on a bench, crying, much like she was now. The idea that Camelot might be close by made her feel better so she got out and locked the car and went to wait on the park bench to see if he'd pass by again. He always had an odd way of popping up when he needed her and since he was the closest thing to a dad she had it would work.