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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2. Pestering

 

I was walking to my locker to get my books for the next class. I saw everyone walking or talking to someone but I was alone. I normally was unless one of my few friends came up to me. I didn’t go out of my way to talk to anyone, nor did I want to.

“Good morning.” I jumped and looked next to me. My friend Bradie was walking next to me. I gave her a small smile and said nothing. “How was your morning?”

“Awful.” I mumbled.

“How so?”

“I was late…so I got to sit next to Harry.”

“He isn’t all bad…why won’t you give him a chance?!” Bradie demanded.

“Because he thinks he’s all that…I mean…look at him.” I said and nodded towards Harry. He had that stupid smirk on his face and Lexi draped over him. “He’s so full of it.”

“I think you’re jealous.”

“Of what? There’s nothing to be jealous of.” I said, defending myself.

“You secretly like him.”

“I openly don’t.” I closed my locker and started back down the hall.

“What did he ever do to you?” Bradie questioned. I looked down, not knowing she was still next to me.

“He was born.” I said before turning into my classroom, with Bradie trailing behind me. I took my normal seat in the front of the room, dead center and Bradie sat behind me. The bell rang and as usual, Harry came strolling in, late. Everyone’s eyes turned to him and he started smiling. He wasn’t embarrassed in the slightest…in fact…he milked it in. He enjoyed being at the center of attention and it drove me crazy.

“Are you going to stop staring or…?” I jumped and looked behind me. My friend Kyle was leaning over and had his mouth to my ear. “For someone who claims to hate him, you sure look at him a lot.” I slapped his face gently, but hard enough for him to back away from me. I turned my attention back up front and saw Harry making his way to the only seat open…the one directly diagonal from me.  

“Long time no see, huh?” I turned slightly and saw Harry staring at me with those green eyes again. I rolled my eyes and turned back to the television. I was trying to answer the questions about the video but knowing Harry was staring at me was making it hard to concentrate. “Why won’t you talk to me?”

“Because I’m trying to pay attention; shut the fuck up!” I hissed and turned back around for the second time that period.

I was thankful when the final bell rang. I had Harry pestering me all morning and tests all afternoon. I just wanted to get home so I could get ready for work. I walked outside and inhaled the sweet, warm, September air. I slipped headphones into my ears and started the short walk home.         

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