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.


15. We Had A Deal



I woke up the next morning to smell Harry. I scrunched up my nose, half enjoying the smell but… why did it smell like him?” I rubbed my eyes so I could see better and looked around. I saw Harry’s backpack on the floor and a picture on the nightstand of him, his mom, and some other girl. I sat up and pushed the covers back. It slowly came back to me what happened last night and Harry had brought me back here but I don’t remember ever being with him. I pushed the covers back and made my way out of his room and found my way downstairs. I saw Harry sitting on the couch eating and watching TV.

“Morning.” I mumbled. He looked over at me and smirked.

“No problem.” He said, still smirking. I hated that smirk…I felt my hate for him slowly start inching up.

“Okay well I’m going home.” I said as I walked towards the door.

“Hey!” Harry dashed after me and got to the door before I could.

“Move Harry.” I sighed, rolling my eyes.

“At least let me take you home.” Harry said moving closer to me. I felt my breathe hitch, than shook it off.

“I can take the bus.”

“Do you really want to sit on that thing?”

“It’s better than being with you.” I pushed around him and walked out and to the nearest bus stop, which wasn’t exactly close since rich people don’t use the bus.

On Monday, I wanted to avoid Harry at all costs. After what happened this weekend, I wanted to die. I slept in his bed, and apparently enjoyed it by how rested I felt when I woke up. I don’t even remember how I ended up with him this weekend. I pushed the thoughts away as I filled my head with music as I put in my headphones. I flung my backpack on my shoulders and started walking to school.

When I walked into first period, I saw Harry already there for once. He smirked and winked at me, causing heads to turn. I discreetly flipped him off and slid into my seat.

“Hey love, way to call me this weekend.” I shook my head as Sarah slid into the seat next to me.

“Yeah, okay Sarah…I was busy.”

“Yeah, screwing Harry.”

“What are you talking about…?” I asked quietly, turning to face her.

“Yeah, it’s all over school. You were at his house basically all weekend.” Sarah said. “So, what was it like?”

“What the hell!” I screamed, making everyone look at me. “THAT NEVER FUCKING HAPPENED!” I picked up my backpack and stormed out of class, not wanting to deal with this on a Monday morning. I felt tears prick my eyes as I saw a few stragglers slowly making their way to class. I saw them look at me and start whispering, knowing they were talking about me.

I pushed the girls’ bathroom door open and ran into a stall, locked myself in, and started bawling. I always knew Harry was an ass, but I didn’t think he was this bad. I stayed in the bathroom all period, not wanting to show my face. When I heard the bell ring, I knew I was going to have to get out unless I wanted to hear all about how I was weak too which wasn’t what I needed right not. I slowly wiped my tears away and flung my backpack over my shoulder and slowly walked out of the bathroom. I immediately felt the stares coming from everyone. I wanted to do nothing more than hide.

“BETHANY!” I looked up and saw Harry running towards me, looking concerned. I didn’t want to deal with this so I turned around and started walking away. “Will you just listen to me?!” Harry yelled in my ear, grabbing my arm.

“No.” I said shaking his hand off me. “We had a deal.” I didn't even turn to look at him; I just kept walking the long way to my next lesson.

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