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.


6. Deal, Part Two


At lunch that day, I was called down to Mrs. Hall’s room. I slowly made my way down there, hoping to god I wasn’t in trouble. I was trying to think back to what I could’ve possibly done, but nothing came to mind.

“Mrs. Hall?” I called as I closed the classroom door behind me. I looked up and saw Harry sitting there with our teachers.

“Hello Bethany; Harry informed us that you agreed to tutor him?” Mr. Jones asked. I nodded wordlessly.

“Great! So, we need to ask you two to work out a schedule and by tomorrow so we can make copies for us so we know when you guys are having these sessions.” Mrs. Hall said.

“When do you want us to do that…?” I asked quietly.

“Today, now at lunch…I don’t care as long as we get one by tomorrow morning.” Miss. Smith said. I nodded and I looked at Harry who was smirking at me.

“Okay.” I said.

“Alright, you two are dismissed.” Mr. Jones said. I turned and walked out without a single word to Harry.

“Hey! Wait up!” I heard Harry yell after me. I groaned loudly as he reached me. “Jeez…welcoming.”

“What do you want? I thought we had a deal?”

“Well we need to make up a schedule…than it will start up again.” Harry said with that stupid smirk on his face.

“Tuesdays and Fridays after school at your house.” I said.

“I have plans Friday.”

“Do you want to play soccer or not?” I questioned.


“So we go by my rules- you have tutoring on Fridays.” Harry, for the first time since he started talking to me looked annoyed, but that was quickly wiped away by that stupid smirk and sparkling eyes.

“Deal.” He held his hand out for me again.

“Okay.” I said, turning away without shaking his hand. I made my way back to lunch, not wanting to be in Harry’s presence anymore.        

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