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.

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10. Maths

 

Harry:

“What do you need help in? “Bethany asked me as I started dumping my books out on the table.

“Mainly English right now.” She grabbed my English books and started flipping through the assignments.

“Let’s start with this one.” She pushed my English paper towards me.

“I don’t want to do this yet.” I pushed.

“Does it look like I care? We’re starting with this.” I groaned and I saw her smile.

“Does my pain make you happy or something?” I asked seriously.

“Yeah, it does.” She said, still smiling. I watched her eyes as she said this and they didn’t flinch once, making what she said true. Damnit. I quickly shook my head, shaking the thoughts away. I wanted her to like me, only because everyone else liked me. Why did she have a problem with me? She didn’t do anything I said, she didn’t care about me, she didn’t even want me near her…that isn’t like any normal girl. Unless she was a lesbian but I’m pretty sure she isn’t because from what I’ve gathered from everyone in school who knows her, she dated some kid in our school before. I just…can’t remember who. “Harry?” I snapped my thoughts back to reality and saw Bethany giving me a weird look.

“Yeah?”

“Who do you want to write this on?” I looked down at the paper and read the assignment. If you could go back in time and change anything, what would it be? Be prepared to read these in front of the class two weeks from today. 

“I don’t want to do it.” I said simply.

“Harry…this is a speech grade…those are really big grades. You need to do this if you want to play soccer.” Bethany shoved the paper back at me.

“Fine.” I snatched the paper from her small hands, surprising her. I grabbed a pen from the table and started scratching words on my paper, trying to figure out how to word everything I wanted to put into this.

 

Bethany:

I pulled out my maths book while Harry was working on his speech. Out of all my classes, maths was the only one I had to actually try to work in because it was my weak point. Most of the time, I would be up late just working on maths so I could maintain my A average in school.

A few minutes passed and I was still looking at the same problem, getting frustrated. I finally gave up, throwing my pencil down, getting angry. I buried my face in my hands and sighed.

“Problem there?” Harry asked. I noticed there was a sense of satisfaction in his voice.

“I hate maths.” I groaned, moving my hands away from my face.

“What’s the problem?” Harry asked, reaching for my book. I slapped his hand away, causing him to flinch. “What was that for?”

“I can figure it out myself.”

“Oh come on…just let me look.” Harry said with an almost genuine smile. His actual smile was actually kind of beautiful but…he still pissed me off. Before I could protest, he grabbed my book. “The answer is 7.” Harry said, handing me my book back. I raised an eyebrow and slowly turned my book and looked over the problem again and sure enough, the answer was 7.

“How’d you know that?”

“It’s one of my stronger subjects.” Harry pointed out.

“What else are you in…?” I asked, slightly curious since we only had core classes together, not electives.

“Law, business, psych, politics…” Harry shrugged.

“You’re kidding me.” I said, not believing it. Harry started smirking again, making my hate for him come flooding back. I narrowed my eyes and he shrugged.

“Nope; I want to be a lawyer.”

“I didn’t have you pinned down as the save humanity type at all.” I said, shaking my head.

“And what exactly did you have me pinned down for?”

“Professional douche bag.” I said, getting my sass back up.

“Wow…thanks.” Harry said, smirking even more.

“Whatever.”

“Whatever? I just get a whatever after helping you with maths?”

“Yeah, pretty much. Now do your own work.” I demanded, pointing at his essay slip. Harry sighed and rolled his eyes before turning back to it.       

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