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.


33. Round Two


The next day I slept in and went into school at lunch time. I walked in ready for whatever Bethany was about to throw at me. Anything for what I saw actually. I stopped dead in my tracks. She was straddling Liam, making out with him to extents I would never picture her going to. She was wearing the sluttiest outfit I’ve ever seen on her, and her neck was practically purple. What really threw me off was that no one seemed to care. I felt my eyes start to burn and I went to turn away but as I was about to, I caught Lex staring at me. She nodded towards the table and I took a deep breath. I turned back around and Bethany and Liam were still going at it. I walked over and sat across from them.

“Hey, where were you all morning?” Liam asked, pulling away from Bethany. Bethany flipped her hair and slid off Liam.

“Yeah, where were you?” Bethany asked sweetly, making Liam lean over and kiss her cheek.

“I over slept this morning.” I said with a shrug.

“Awe…I missed you today in class.” Bethany said sweetly again.

“You should cover up those love bites.” I pointed out.

“Do they bother you?” Bethany asked me, making me tense up. Of course I was stupid enough to walk right into that one. I felt everyone looking at me. Liam was giving me a confused look and Bethany was batting her eyelashes at me, turning me on. I shifted uncomfortably in my seat.

“I think they make you look like a slut.” I finally said. Bethany turned to Liam and gave him puppy dog eyes.

“Baby, can I have your sweatshirt?” Bethany said like she was a baby.

“Of course you can.” Liam said. He slid his sweatshirt over his head and put it on Bethany. She smiled happily and then turned to me. “Better Harry?” I nodded without making eye contact.

“Yeah.” I whispered. Bethany turned back to Liam and went back to flirting with him while I tried to ignore it and eat in peace.

After lunch was over, Bethany kissed Liam goodbye and she went her separate way. I threw my stuff out and followed after her. I found her at her locker, talking to Bradie; without hesitation, I walked up to the two of them.

“Hey Harry.” Bradie gushed.

“Hi.” I said, not taking my eyes off Bethany.

“I’ll just leave you two alone…you seem to have a lot to get out.” Bradie said, pushing around me.

“Yes Harry?” Bethany said sweetly.

“Stop that.” I grumbled, taking a step closer to her. She started smiling and leaned onto her locker. I bit my lip and leaned next to her.

“Stop what?” Bethany asked quietly.

“This whole game.”

“I’m only playing your game.”

“And you win.” I spat out. She smiled and raised an eyebrow.

“Why?” She asked. I bit my lip, not allowing myself to say it. “Okay, you keep to it Harry.” Bethany winked at me and pushed her body off the lockers. She closed her locker slowly before looking at me again.

“I’m just saying I quit playing my game…now I’m going to play your game.”

“Oh…you think you have me all figured out, don’t you?” She asked me slyly.

“I’m almost there.” I whispered, taking a step closer to her. “You know…all I need to do is take my shirt off and pour water over my head.” I said, smirking. Bethany sucked in her breath and took a step back.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She stammered.

“Don’t you?” I asked. “I think I won this round, Wacker.” I smiled and winked at her before I turned around and walked to class.

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