Slave Of The Bad Boy.

Just whatever you do, don't fall for the bad boy. I didn't, but I became his slave.

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My dad is forcing me to go. " It might be fun! And I, uh. . . You might want to get to know him. . ." O.k., I really don't understand that part. What does he mean ' get to know him'? I don't want anything to do with Harry, much less get to know him. Anyways, he emailed the letter containing his signature to the school, and we're going to New York today.

 

Turning my head, I looked at the clock.5:30! I have to be there by six, and it's a twenty minute drive to get there! My dad honked the horn. I got up, pushing myself off the bed, and threw on some clothes. Taking the steps two at a time, I grab a pop tart and rush out the front door, dragging a brush through my hair. When we got there, I kissed my dad goodbye, grab my bag, and rushed inside. It was completely empty! I stopped and looked around in amazement. Not a person in sight. Has there been a mistake? Maybe I'm early. I wonder.

 

Then I felt a hand on my arm. I shift the backpack on my shoulders and turn around. Harry leans forward and kisses my nose, and I lean back in surprise. " There is a big storm coming, almost everyone scheduled for today canceled their tickets, and the planes still running today have been delayed, so there will be a short wait. They set up a small waiting room." He informed me. I nodded and moved toward the waiting room, chose a bench, and sat down. Harry came up and sat next to me and put his hand on my shoulder. I ignore him. 

 

The speaker came on, " Plane 52B is being delayed for an hour. Again, 52B is delayed for another hour. Thank you, and have a nice afternoon!" I could barely hear her because of the rain pounding on the roof. The lady sitting in front of us got up and left, and me and Harry where left in the waiting room. Alone. I tried to move away from him, but Harry pulled me closer, so I was practically sitting on his lap. His hand traveled down to my cleavage, and I jumped.  " Harry, stop it!" His eye's turned dark, and I could tell he was trying really hard to contain his anger, since he probably wasn't used to people telling him what to do.

 

Just then, the other four people coming with us walked into the room. They stop and stare at us in the doorway. " Don't you know it's rude to stare?" I say in a mean tone. "Be nice." Harry pulled me into his lap and I jumped off. He pulled me back down. I heard a chuckle and I gave Brant, one of the boy's coming with us, a mean glare. He stopped, and I felt Harry's grip tighten around my waist. " Harry! I mean it, please stop!" He leaned forward and kissed my cheek. " Alright love. If that's what you want." He lets me go and I get up and walk out of the room in a huff. Crossing over to the airport snack bar, I bought a hot chocolate and a chocolate cookie, and went to sit down at one of the tables. About ten minutes later, a girl named Jan came out.

 

She sat next to me and started twirling her hair with her finger. I was getting sick just watching her. I looked away. " So, do you like him?" She pulled some lip gloss out of her purse and started applying, like, a thousand layers. I rolled my eye's. " Who?" I put my hands on my hips. She gave me a surprised look. " Why, Harry of course!" I shook my head and scoffed. " No way!" I crossed my arms. Her face twisted into a mean look. " Good! Because he's mine, you got that? Mine!" She tossed her hair over her shoulder. " What ever. Why would I want a man whore? You can have him." i told her. She huffed and walk- no, sashayed back into the waiting room. I follow her. Just as I'm walking in, a lady comes up behind me. " So sorry for the wait, but we're ready to go! please come with me!" She says in this high, chirpy voice.

 

I walked carefully up the ramp, fending off Harry's hand with my elbow. " Your plane has been switched to a smaller, safer one. I'm afraid there are only five seats. Do you think one of you girls can sit on a boy's lap? We usually recommend against it but we don't have much of a choice, do we?" The flight attendant ended with a hopeful smile. harry's face lit up. " Of course! I-" He didn't finish. " Oh! Wonderful" Exclaimed the attendant, and she rushed us onto the plane. The door closed behind us with a bang.

 

Harry grabbed my hips and sat down on a middle chair, pulling me into his lap. Jan looked like she was about to protest, but instead huffed angrily and tried to cover her annoyance by flirting with Brant. I rolled my eye's and crossed my arms, letting out an annoyed sigh. Harry put a hand on my thigh, and i start to squirm. " How long is this plane trip gonna take?" I ask in the most even voice i can muster, but the truth is I'm panting. " About 15 hours thanks to the storm. We'll be there by 11;30 for sure." Harry answers, and I groan. this is gonna be a long trip.

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