Temptation

Chapter 19

"I love you" my father says into my ear as I hug him goodbye. He's not moving too far away but it's about an hour and a half drive. If I were to go with my dad, I'd have to change school as well.

"I love you too. Drive safe." I say and pull out of the long hug and give him a smile.

After my father left the house already feels empty. It's going to feel even more empty when my mom isn't here at home. She's sitting on the white sofa and I go over to her.

"How are you doing?" I ask and she flips a page of her magazine.

"Just fine." She flips another page a little harsher than before. She's obviously still upset as angry with my father.

"I have a project for English and I was wondering if my partner could come over so we can work on it, is that alright?" She looks up at me and closes her magazine only to stack it on top of the table where the other ones are.

"And who is this partner?" She tilts her head to the side and waits for my answer.

"It's uh..Harry." I say quickly and she stands up and walks towards the kitchen.

"Absolutely no-"

"Mom, it's for a project!" I protest and follow her to where she's going.

She lets out a loud sigh and starts nodding. "Fine. He leaves at 7, two hours should be plenty for a head start." She says. I smile and thank her before going upstairs.

I text harry and let him know that he could come over now. He'd be here in about ten minutes so I decide to clear off of my bed and make room for us to both sit.

Time passes quickly and there's a knock at my door. I open it expecting to see Harry in the doorway but it's my mother.

"I'm going to do some grocery shopping.-" she says and then points a finger at me. "I'm trusting you." And then walks out of my bedroom closing the door behind her. I don't know why she thinks something is going on between Harry and I. We just started getting along.

I hear footsteps coming towards my door and they're not the sound of my mothers heels so I'm assuming it's Harry.

"Hey, your mum officially hates me." He walks in and throws his bag on my bed. He looks different, his curls aren't out. They're pushed back into an orange beanie and he's wearing a black v neck instead of a white one. "She just told me to go fuck myself."

"She what?!" I yell and pace my way out of my bedroom and he grabs my arm and pulls me towards him and laughs.

"I'm kidding!" He's still laughing and I playfully hit him in the arm. He rubs it and acts as if I hurt him even though I know I didn't.

"So," he goes to sit on the bed and pulls a math textbook out of his bag. "I was thinking that we could multitask and after we finish some of the assignment, you could help me study."

I'm still confused as to why he would want me as a tutor if he doesn't need it. I can't help but think of what Abby told me, about how Harry might be trying to make me just 'one of his girls' and replace Tiffy.

"Hm, speaking of that..." I sit on the opposite side of the bed and cross my leg into a pretzel form. "Do you even need a tutor?" I laugh a little and take the textbook from him. Inside are already marked tests with high grades inked on the top. I hold it up and he grabs it out of my hand.

"I uh--I just want to make sure I do good on this one too." He lying. I can tell by the way he won't look at me, I choose to let it pass and act like I'm buying his excuse. He looks over at me and his eyes aren't the bright green they were when he came. They're dark again.

"Is everything okay?" I ask and open my notebook and sit it on my lap.

"Why'd you cover it up?" He points to the mark on my head and I quickly grab some hair and cover it over the bruised cut.

"No,stop." He pushes back my hair and moves in closer to look at the cut. His face is dangerously close to mine and I can smell the mint on his breath as it fans over my cheek. I look up and he looks down and realizes how close he is. "Sorry." He mumbles.

I thought he was going to kiss me at first. They way his hand gently brushed over my hairs and placed it back behind me ear, the he was breathing, the way he was so close to me. His touch gave me goose bumps.

He looks down at my arms and smirks. "Cold?" He asks Referring to my goosebumps. I rub Over them fast so they'll go away quickly.

I clear my throat. "Let get this over with." I say and start to put numbers along the edge of my paper.

"No. You're going to tell me what happened." I wish he would just let it go. I don't need anymore drama right now.

"I told you already I slipped." I continue to label my paper until it reached number ten.

"And I said that's fucking bullshit." He then grabs my notebook and puts it behind his back so I can't distract myself.

"Tell me" he commands again. "Now." He grits his teeth and I groan.

"Promise you'll let it go once I tell you." He nods and waits for me to continue.

"Tiffy thinks there's something go on between us. She grabbed me into an empty classroom and pushed me. She thinks that because I'm helping you study that we're doing..things."

"You mean she thinks we're fucking?" He says these words so casual, like there's nothing wrong with using that type of language.

"Yes I guess. A- yeah that's it." I try to grab the notebook from behind his but he pulls it away again.

"You were about to say something." I was hoping he wouldn't catch that I was lying and that I tried to finish is right then and there. I shake my head 'no'

"Yes. Spit it the fuck out."

"Stop talking to me like that!" He gets quiet and I begin to talk again. "She showed me a picture of me and that guy..it looks like I'm enjoying what he's doing in the picture. I think it's a way of her threatening me." His face drops and quilt crosses along his face. He's turning paler and his eyes are turning darker. "I'll take care of this.." He begins but I cut him off.

"This is why I didn't want to say anything." I get off of my bed and walk over to the desk and then to the door. I turn my back towards the door and face him and cross my arms over my chest. "Why do you always do this?"

He stands up and walks closer. "Do what?" He looks over to the other side of the room, still not making eye contact with me.

"This." I wave my hand towards him and he frowns. "Your body tenses, your eyes get dark and you become so demanding and intimidating and it scares me." I admit to him.

He walks closer to me and I move back slightly, my back hitting the door and becoming trapped when he puts his arms on each side of my shoulders, creating bars around me.

"I scare you?" He gets closer and his breath fans over my face. I gulp and he leans in closer.

"You just so..." I try to find the right words to say. "Dark." I whisper. I swear he could hear my heartbeat. It's nearly pounding out of chest.

He doesn't say anything, he just lets a small chuckle sound through the room along with my beating heart. Before I could ask what's so funny, his lips brush over mine and I hold my breath. They press down gently onto mine and I kiss back, not being able to control my actions.