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.


48. Hatred


At lunch, I purposely avoided the lunch room. After what happened in first lesson, I didn’t want to see Harry. I was embarrassed enough for one day. I was half debating calling it sick and not going to his house, but what choice did I have? He knew I wasn’t sick so it would make me look scared.

After school, Harry found me at my locker with Liam. Liam was holding me close, kissing me when Harry decided to interrupt.

“Hey guys.” Harry said, like the damn asshole he is. Liam groaned and pulled away from me. He shot Harry daggers and I pulled Liam back and kissed him even more. I finally pulled away and Liam was looking at me with puppy eyes.

“Promise to come over after you’re done with Harry?” Liam whispered as he was playing with my hair.

“Done with Harry…what does that mean?!” I shot back. Liam’s eyebrows went up, looking skeptical.

“Tutoring…?” Liam said slowly, making me sigh in relief. I saw Harry smirking from the corner of my eye, making me want to slap him.

“Oh, right. Yeah, we should get going. I swear I’ll come over tonight.” I said, kissing him one last time before I turned to Harry.

“Love you babe!” Liam called after me as I walked away with Harry.

“Love you too!” I called back. I turned back to Harry who was watching me with that stupid smirk plastered on his face.

“So, are you done with me?” Harry joked with me.

“Shut the fuck up.” I mumbled.

“I don’t think we’re done…I have to finish what I started in first lesson.”

“You really don’t have to.”

“Oh come on…you enjoyed it.”

“I didn’t, actually.”

“Don’t lie to me, Bethany.” Harry reached over and ran a finger over my hand, making me shiver. “See…I just touch your hand and it makes you want me.” He whispered into my ear, making me shiver all the more.

“Stop Harry…that isn’t fair…”

“Isn’t it though? You shove Liam in my face whenever I’m around you two. I think this is pretty fair punishment…”

“This is wrong; it’s cheating.”

“But you like it.” I didn’t know how to respond to that because the truth was…I did like it. No matter how much I hated Harry, my hatred for him only made me want him more.

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