Dating the Bad Girl

Olivia is notorious for stealing boys and allowing herself to be carefree. To her rules are like hearts, easy to break but harder to fix the chaos that's left. Being carefree isn't always the best policy, enjoying life and taking risks may be fun to her but she's not aware of the consequences that follows. Now she's got herself into a position that proved being laid back wasn't such a good idea. This bad girl is made to tutor the new kid in her class as a punishment but things take an unexpected twist. Maybe being the bad girl does have its perks.


5. Chapter 5

Once I got to school, I tossed my books into my locker and walked to my first hour. The bell rings before I get there and I walk in late.

"I'm glad you finally decided to join us" my English teacher says, frowning at me. I give my teacher a glare and take a seat. My teacher purses her lips and she continues on with what she was saying before I walked in late.

She continues to talk about our projects that we had to do over the weekend. Harry and I finished it all on Saturday. We spent a hour on Sunday perfecting our project. It was really quiet because his parents and his sister were staying at his grandmothers house for the next week.

"Put your projects on the table behind Michael "

Harry gets up and puts our poster on top of the  others.  He sits back down in his seat awkwardly. I take my hand and I write my name with my finger on his leg. He stiffens up and looks and me. I give him a smirk and I leave my hand there.

Class drags on and the annoying teacher finally doesn't assign any homework. The day drags on and school is finally over I head home and straight away turn on the tv. I watch TV until about midnight. I wait until everyone in my house is asleep and then I sneak out of the house without waking anyone I go to my room and climb out my window. I hop in my car and I drive to Harry's house. When I get to his gorgeous home I look under the mat in front of the door for the key, nothing. I check the flower I take the key and open the front door. I can't wait to scare him. You see on Sunday he was saying how he never gets scared. I just nodded and said ok...he doesn't know what's going to hit him.

I walk upstairs to his room. I try to open his bedroom door but its locked. I take a pin from my hair and I use it to click open the door. I open the door silently and I walk to his bed. I crawl into his covers and I watch him sleep for a few seconds while I think to myself. How could he not hear anything!   I take my hand and I run my finger down his bare chest. He makes some notices and realization sinks in. He freezes and opens one eye at a time.

"Oh my gosh!" He shreeks falling off the bed. I laugh at his reaction. "That is not funny." He scolds me getting back into his bed.

"It kinda was" I whisper in his ear. I trace my finger down his abs once more. He stiffens as I get lower and lower I stop right before I get to the top of his sweatpants.

From the small amount of light his alarm clock gives off I can see he is blushing uncontrollably.

I scoot closer to him do where our noses are nearly touching. I hear him gulp as he try's to keep eye contact with me.

"You are so adorable" I say softly.

He smiles dimples forming as he blushes. I can tell something is on his mind I see him debating whether or not do do something. We both lay there motionless until Harry takes his hands hooking his fingers around my belt loops and he pulls me closer and he kisses me softly and quick. 

Dang where did all of this courage come from? I thought to my self as I wrap my arms around his head and I pull myself even closer to him. I give him another kiss more like the first time we had kissed. We lay there kissing for a while until grandfather clock downstairs clicks to one o'clock and the chime booms throughout the large house. Which causes us to break apart. I push him back on his back and I lay my head on his chest. We lay there some more and talk about random things. From school to food, from food to animals we basically covered every topic you can think of. We talk until his alarm clock goes off.

I try to get out of his bed but he pulls me back into the bed saying "Stay" I smile as I scoot closer to him. "Let's skip today" he says

I raise my eyebrows "The only reason you want to skip is because its Thanks Giving break" my school is really stupid we have the weekend, school for one day then no school until next Monday. It makes no sense.


I laugh at his comment and I pull my self away from his arms and I go into his closet. I take out a pair of jeans and I throw him a blue shirt. "Get dressed were going out". He just sits there and stares at the clothes. "Any day now?" I say crossing my arms.

He slowly puts his shirt on as I hop down his stairs heading to my car getting my extra clothes. I head back in his house and change in hid downstairs bathroom into my jeans with holes and my favorite black and with Beatles shirt. I finish my look off with a messy bun a red lipstick matching my red painted nails I did the other night.

I walk out of the bathroom and I turn to Harry that was sitting at the kitchen table. "Common we don't have all day."

He blushes and puts the pop tart back that he was going to eat. Great, his shy self is back.


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