Lessons In Love (16+)

Tallulah Matthews is an innocent girl. It's senior year and she's finally ready to break out from her comfort zone and act like her age. With sexy, playboy, Harry Styles to help her along the way, there won't be anything 'innocent' about Tallulah for long.
*Warnings: Language and Sexual Content. Read at your own risk*


3. The Bet.



"Stupid piece of crap…" I muttered, as I bent down to pick up my iPhone that I dropped on the floor. There was now a long crack across the middle which wasn't surprising but I let out a groan of annoyance. Today just wasn't my day. I stood up with my phone in hand but bumped into someone with my back, hard.


"Um…" I whipped around, and immediately the blood began to rush toward my face.


"Harry . . . hi." Why does it seem like every time I encounter him, it's something embarrassing? Seriously, can I catch a break?


"Hey, Tallulah right?" He laughed, his green eyes full of amusement. "I just wanted to check on you. I mean, you got pretty banged up on Friday. Half my fault…half the door."


Harry was trying to hold in his laughter but it wasn't really working. Even though I don't know him that well, I could tell he was being extremely out of character. I've never seen him apologize to anyone ever. At least, that's what Rachel says. She's got me thinking that he's a jerk. However, as you can see…I'm having a bit of a change of heart.


"Oh yeah, that door was out to get me. It closed on me when I came in." Commence with embarrassing comments Tallulah…


"Ha, yeah. So, your nose is looking much better." He then did the weirdest thing. He twirled a strand of my hair around his fingers and gave me that smirk of his. His green eyes were practically burning into mine with anticipation as his hand rested on my shoulder and slowly made its way down my arm.


My face is on fire. Harry Styles is flirting with me, in front of my locker, in front of our student body. Pinch me if I'm dreaming, it would be cruel to drag it out any longer. In order to cease any further embarrassment I opted on changing the subject.


"I-you-nice shirt." I blurted. With that, Harry's laugh bellowed loudly; I could feel his arm shaking my shoulder.


"Thanks. I'll see you later, Tally." With a wink, he walked away. I'm left standing, mouth slightly agape, in front of the locker.


"What in the hell was that?" Rachel hissed as she came up to me.


"I-I don't know." I laughed honestly. "I…think he just flirted with me."


"Uh, yeah, I kind of got that." She scoffed. "I guess I wasn't the only one keeping a secret." Then she crossed her arms over her chest and stared at me. It was like she was waiting for me to give her some huge confession. I wouldn't have talked to her, but given that I'm in awe right now, I wasn't thinking straight.


"Nope, it's just you. Harry only came to talk to me because he hit me in the face with the door on Friday." Saying that out loud is even more embarrassing. Not only did Harry not talk to me because he wanted to, he talked to me because he pitied me. Awesome, right?


"Oh, well what was with the flirting then?"


"Beats me. I didn't even expect him to remember." Rachel got that pensive look on her face that she gets when she's suspicious. This can't end well. "I'm sure it's no big deal. Just a one time thing." I turned back and got some of my books out of the locker before closing it and walking off.


"Hey!" I heard her call. I slowed my pace, but didn't stop. "I'm sorry about last night. I hate fighting with you. I know that I hurt you by keeping something as big as Zayn from you, and I'm sorry." See, this is what I hate about myself. I hate the fact that I can't stay mad at a person for more than a few hours. All Rachel had to do was say sorry to me, and I was already feeling very forgiving. It shouldn't be that easy! "I promise I won't keep anything from you, no matter what. I'll tell you everything about me and Zayn. I swear, just…please don't be mad at me anymore." Pleading will get you.... everywhere.


"I forgive you." I said finally, rolling my eyes. Rachel beamed and I put my arm around her shoulder. "I can never stay mad at anyone. It was worthless for me to try anyway." We laughed and made our way into first period with Ms. Renyard. When we walked in, the first thing I saw was Macy Blackwell seated in Harry's lap. He was twirling her hair the same way he'd done mine. I winced when I saw it. "See, it was a one time thing. He's already flirting with the Ice Queen again." I wish my voice hadn't shaken when I said that.


"Oh Tall, I'm sorry. Harry is obviously feeling ill today. I mean, you look ten times better than she ever has." That's Rachel, being the optimistic best friend. "You don't want to be associated with him anyway. He's a player. He cares about no one's feelings but his own. A good girl like you should avoid guys like him." I rolled my eyes. There she goes branding me with that image again.


"Actually I wanted to talk to you about something." I said as we took our seats in the back of the class. "I was thinking of a way to fix this whole school sweetheart thing."




I nodded, "Yeah, it came to me this morning when I was doing my hair."




"Yep, and I was thinking that maybe I could get someone to teach me." I whispered, making sure no one was eavesdropping.


"Teach you?" She questioned curiously.


"Yeah, like give me lessons on how to be physical. You know? Like you two?"


"Hmm…" She pondered this for a moment. How could Rachel not agree with this, she was all for learning. "Are you insane?!" She screeched. Okay, so maybe I was wrong. Half the class was now looking at us. Cue blush on my cheeks… "What happened to wanting your first kiss to be special?"


"Rach, I've been waiting for a good five years for a special kiss, and it hasn't happened. I've tried to do it the right way, but as luck would have it, I failed. This is much easier and much quicker. By the time college rolls around, I'll be fully literate in the body language." I stated proudly. Good, everyone had gone back to doing whatever they were doing. Some people were trying to eavesdrop, but they weren't within earshot. Besides, I wasn't loud enough for them to hear me. For once, my soft voice did me some good.


"But Tally, you still have time. Don't worry about what everyone is saying about college and the crazy parties. You can learn as you go. There's nothing wrong with being who you are!" Blah, blah, blah! I hate it when she goes all maternal on me. If I wanted to hear something inspirational and extremely rational, I'd go to my mom.


"I know you love being all intellectual, but I've already made up my mind. I'm going through with this." I leaned back in my seat and began to doodle in my notebook.


"Okay, let's just pretend that I approve of this for a minute. Who exactly are you going to get to teach about this stuff?"


After a few moments of silence I spoke again. "I don't know yet, but it has to be someone with lots of experience, and who won't mind helping out an average high school girl. I'd love it if we could find someone from another school…"


"Tallulah, you're more than average! But yeah, I suppose that would be ideal." She mused. I must be breaking her down.


"So…does that mean you'll help me?" I asked hoping for a yes.


"No way. I don't want any part of this. I'm not going to be a part of the heartbreak that's coming your way." She explained. "But…I will be there to pick up the pieces." I personally think she's over reacting. I mean, the whole point of me getting someone to teach me this physical bonding stuff, is to avoid the dangers of a relationship. It really is a win-win situation. Renyard entered the class and that alone was enough to silence the class.




In human behavior, we got a pairs for the rest of the semester. Most people groaned, but not me. I was paired with Harry and Zayn. Zayn was happy to be paired with me and Harry didn't seem to mind either. In fact, he was very cool about it. Like he was waiting for the teacher to call ours names off together. I'm was excited, but not so much because I thought back to how he was flirting with Macy this morning. It was enough to shut me up.


"So, how was your day so far?" Shelby asked me, as we ate our lunches in the cafeteria. Rachel had mysteriously needed to take inventory in the gym for Mr. Marcus. I can only imagine how many balls she's counting.


I shrugged my shoulders. I didn't want to come off as immature around her or Rachel.


"Uneventful. Well, unless you count Harry Styles flirting with me at my locker, and then me getting paired up with him in human behavior." That was smooth enough, right? "We're forever going to be stuck together." I added with a roll of my eyes.


"Sorry." She said with a smile. "At least you've got some eye candy to look at though. I mean, can you just imagine the things he can do with those hands of his?" I furrowed my brows at her statement. What? "He's good at handling things, and Tally, you've handle with care written all over you." Who in the heck was I speaking with? Shelby never said things like that. At least, not in front of me.


"Oh, well, I um…" There was that darn blush again. I swear, I've blushed more times today than any other time in my life.


"You okay?" She asked looking at me with concern. I nodded of course, and went to pick up my fruit punch, and just as it got to my lips, the bottle slipped out of my hand and splattered all over my shirt. I gasped as Shelby thrust napkins in my direction. I scrubbed at my brown shirt but it was still soaked and getting sticky. "Why don't you go to the bathroom and try to get that out with some soap and water? It'll at least make it less sticky." I nodded in agreement and hurried out to the hall. Just as I was about to turn the corner, I heard voices, and to save myself some embarrassment, I hid in the dark corner of the hall.


"Man, did you see Tallulah Matthews today? She's got a nice ass and legs." Voice one said. His voice was one that I didn't recognize. But who cares?! He actually checked me out.


"Tell me about it. I saw her when I came in this morning. I was hoping she'd bend over all second period so I could see a flash of something." That voice I knew for sure. It was Harry's. "I got paired with her for the rest of the semester, and believe me, I'm finally going to get an A average in class." Wait…what? "She'll be eating out of the palm of my hand. I wouldn't be surprised if she begged me to bang her." He laughed. Harry laughed. All of that stuff was just a play. He talks to me because I'm smart. What a surprise! Not.


"I'm sure you can change that. Might take some work though. Heard she's one of those girls that want a relationship, and judging by her track record, I'd say that was true." Voice one added.


"Hell, I'll bring you a pair of her panties once it's done." I was silenced. I couldn't possibly know for sure, but I think I'd just become a bet. Not much wagered, which by the way, insults me a bit. But more than that, Harry was the person that Rachel had described. He was everything she said he was. I'm nothing more than a fresh piece of ass with a brain. How comforting. I turned back to go into the cafeteria, not wanting to hear anymore.


So much for today being great. If I get another bad day, I'm going to start asking for a refund on life.





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