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.


8. Friday



On Friday, after the final bell, I was standing by my locker. Harry and I decided we were going to meet out on the front steps. I was making my way outside with my books close to my chest. I was trying really hard to keep calm since I knew I had to spend the next three hours with him.

“Hey there.” I jumped and looked up. Harry was standing there with that stupid smirk on his face and his eyes were sparkling.

“Hi.” I said simply.

“Are you ready to get to my house?” Harry said as he started walking towards me. He was so close to me I had to look up to look him in the eyes and our chests were almost touching.

“First off, you need to be at least an arm’s length away from me…” I said, pushing him back. “And second, let’s just get this over with.”

“Follow me.” Harry said, smirking. I followed him to his car and when we got there, I climbed into the passenger seat. “So are you sure you don’t want to go to your house?” Harry questioned. “Because my parents aren’t home…” I looked over at Harry and he was smirking at me as he was driving.

“I think your house is fine. You don’t need to know where I live.”

“How about when I have to bring you home?”

“I’ll take the bus.”

“Those are dirty.” Harry said, making a disgusted face.

“So? How do you think I get everywhere else I go?”

“A car like any other normal teenager…”

“Do I look like any other normal teenager?”

“Well…no…” Harry said slowly.

“Yeah, so shut the fuck up. Don’t question me and my life. You don’t need to know anything about it.”

“I’m just trying to be nice to you…”

“Well don’t; treat me like any other girl.”

“How do I treat every other girl?” Harry asked, sounding confused.

“Like they don’t exist.” I said bluntly. Harry suddenly went quiet and his knuckles went white on the steering wheel. I looked away and back out the window, not saying anything. We were silent for the rest of the ride.                 

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