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.


25. Lunch



“Welcome back.” Bradie said, smirking. “What was that about? It looked like you scared Harry half to death.”

“I have no idea what’s going on with him, nor do I care.” I snapped.

“Jeez…I don’t know why you hate him so much.” Sarah said.

“Sarah…why do you even sit here?” I asked sarcastically. “Why don’t you go sit with your boyfriend?”

“Because you guys won’t join me!”

“It’s because he sits with Harry, isn’t it?” Bradie asked.

“I’m telling you, he is an awful person.”

“You’re the only one who thinks so.” Sarah pointed out. I rolled my eyes and turned back to my salad as Zayn walked up.

“Hey babe.” Zayn said, sitting next to Sarah. She leaned over and kissed him before turning back to us.

“Can you please tell Bethany Harry isn’t as awful as she thinks he is?” Sarah asked.

“Bethany, Harry isn’t as awful as you think he is.”

“He is.” I said. Zayn rolled his eyes and laughed.

“See?! I can never win with her.” Sarah said, frustrated.

“Happens, I guess.” Zayn said with a shrug.

“You aren’t helping either!” Sarah demanded as she swatted his arm.

“Wow…I feel the love.” Zayn said sarcastically as he rubbed his arm.

“Good.” Sarah turned back to the table and Bradie was shaking her head.

“You’re all ridiculous.” Bradie said as the bell rang. I smirked and walked out to go to the next lesson, without Harry.

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