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.


66. Grades

After school, I walked Harry to detention before making my way to the library to do my own work. I needed him to give me a ride home so I just told my parents we were staying after to do school work at the library so they didn’t think anything bad.

After Harry got out of detention, he met me at the library and we finished up our work that he hadn’t finished in detention and I hadn’t finished while I was waiting.

“So how was detention?” I asked as we made our way to Harry’s car.

“Same as always. No one listens to the teacher because there is no teacher…”

“Wait, there isn’t a teacher?” I asked, surprised.

“Nah; they come in, take attendance, lay down the rules, and leave.” I nodded and shrugged.

“That doesn’t sound too awful.”

“Okay, when I wasn’t trying to keep my grades up for soccer it wasn’t. Now that I have to keep my grades up, it really is awful.”

“I gotchu…” I said, nodding.

“So what are we going to do now?”

“You are going to drop me off at home and then you are going to go home.” I said, poking Harry.

“Awe that’s no fun…”

“Well…my parents can’t think anything is up. They like you, let’s not change that. Plus, you have practice, don’t you.” Harry groaned and nodded.

“Yeah, and I’m late because of detention.”

“So you should probably get going. I’ll see you tomorrow.” I kissed him before pushing him down the hall that led to the gym. Harry waved before jogging off to the locker room. I started my walk home, hoping my parents wouldn’t ask any questions.

“Welcome home- just in time for dinner.” My mom called happily I dropped my stuff by the door. I walked to the table and sat down, joining my family.

“How was working on school work with Harry?” MY dad asked.

“It was fine. We really only talked if we had a question on the work.”

“That’s good; still keeping your grades up?” My mom asked.

“Yes ma’am.”

“Good. Remember, if your grades slip, you can’t see Harry anymore.”

“I know mom…I know.” I whispered, picking at my food. I suddenly wasn’t hungry, so I excused myself, got ready for bed, and crawled in bed just to stare at my ceiling for a few hours before I finally passed out. How was I supposed to explain to Harry that I couldn’t let my grades slip or I would have to break up with him? I can guarantee that isn’t a conversation he isn’t used to having.  

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