Wanted You More

Bethany is top in her class, head-strong, and basically you're definition of a perfect girl but she has no intention of trying to be like every other girl and try to get Harry, the popular, good looking, soccer star, to like her...in fact, she doesn't really like him. But when Bethany is assigned to help Harry get his grades up and he realizes that Bethany is different than everyone else, will Bethany cave into giving Harry a chance or will she continue to stick to her idea that he is a spoiled, stuck up ass?

Includes sex, drugs, alcohol, self harm references/actions, and cursing.


41. Anger and Frustration



Watching her leave the holding cell with Liam killed me. After the way she kissed me, I couldn’t help but be jealous of Liam. I know everyone else saw the kissing, but…how did Liam know where to find Bethany? I honestly think how jealous I am of Liam is getting ridiculous. I’ve never been jealous over a girl before…ever.

An hour later, my mom came and picked me up from the holding cell. She didn’t say anything, but I didn’t expect her to either. She knew it was typical teenager stuff and there was worse stuff going on at home and me getting arrested for swimming was the least of our problems.

When we got home, I went right up to bed. I wanted nothing to do with anyone. I wanted time to myself…time to think about what I was supposed to do. Never once was I in this situation and it sucked dick. I just wanted to be able to hold her and call her mine…but she wanted to be Liam’s.



Tuesday, after school, I was at Harry’s house working on school work. We were both quiet since there was nothing to be said after what happened yesterday morning. Liam had promised not to tell my parents so…it sort of made me have to stay with him longer than I wanted to. I really just wanted to break it off now but…after what he did for me, I couldn’t just leave.

“Do you need help?” I asked, looking at Harry. He was angrily running his hands through his hair like he was frustrated with something.

“I’m fine, thanks.” He mumbled, not looking at me.

“Why won’t you look at me?!” I demanded. Harry glanced up at me and I saw anger and frustration running through his eyes. I bit my lip, somehow finding his anger turning me on. I shifted my legs, trying to be more comfortable.

“Happy now?” He growled, turning me on even more. I bit my lip harder, trying to suppress a moan.

“Uh huh…” I whispered, looking down, knowing I was turning red. “I’m kind of hot…” I whispered. Harry got up and turned the heat down a little before sitting back down. I looked back down at my worksheet and tried to concentrate, but couldn’t. I finally groaned in frustration.

“You okay?” Harry growled again.

“No.” I stated loudly. Harry looked up at me, still looking angry.

“What’s the problem?” I swallowed loudly and looked away.


“That’s a lie. What’s the truth?” I looked back at him and bit my lip. He raised an eyebrow at me and smirked slightly.

“Kiss me…” I whispered, leaning over the table. Without hesitation, Harry leaned forward and started kissing me.

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