Temptation

Chapter 23

"Never again." My mother repeats as we enter our home.

"I heard you the first time, mother." I groan and make my way upstairs.

I throw my wallet onto my bed and sit my phone down next to it. My lips still have a tingling sensation to them. I reach up to touch them and the flashbacks of Harry's lips on mine reply in my mind.

I've never felt that way before. I've ne'er been kissed like that, ever. The only kiss that I've had was in fifth grade during a little game of spin the bottle. I remember that the boy that I kissed was a boy with many friends. I thought that if I kissed him he would like me but he didn't. The next day he told me I was a loser and I went on the playground and say under a slide the entire recess. I was a little kid who looked at everyone having fun and hanging with friends, as I was alone sitting and playing in dirt by myself.

I'm pulled out of my remembrance if my past when my phone vibrates, making the screen light up. "New message" it reads. I flip it over to look at it.

*Care to explain what the hell happened?-Abby* I don't know what to do. I know she wouldn't be happy if I told her the truth. But I don't want to lie to her either.

*My mom wasn't feeling well. Probably has stomach flu or something.* I respond and sit my phone back down on my bed and go to my closet to put my pajamas on.

I feel horrible for lying to Abby. I just didn't know what to respond and she knows that I read her message so ignoring it wouldn't have been an option.

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The next morning I'm woken up by my alarm clock and I throw it across the room, not wanted to get out of bed. My nightmares have been getting worse so I've been trying to go to sleep earlier so that I won't be awake most of the night. During the day I'm exausted; when it comes time to sleep I'm wide awake because I'm afraid to shut my eyes. I rub the sleep out of my eyes and grab high waisted shorts and a neon green crop too that I'd be wearing to school and head to the shower.

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"Can you please come?" Abby has been begging me all morning to attend a party this weekend. She said that it was invites only and that the people on the list are people that she knows.

"I don't know, Abby.-" I pause and look down the hall and see Harry walking into the art room. Flashbacks from Lastnight make my stomach fill with butterfly's and I try to hide my smile. "Look, I gotta get to class. I'll think about it" I tell her before jogging down the hall and into the classroom.

I walk in and glance over at harry who's talking to Niall. Not seeming to notice my presence in the room. A couple moments later he looks back at me and I give him a small smile. He turns his head back to his desk and he looks upset. What could possibly be wrong now?

The rest of the day he hasn't talked to me. He's sent me several glances in the halls and during English but he hasn't said a word. Our teacher is English decided to give us an essay as an assignment rather than the personality one and for some reason I'm relieved not do it. I think I know what's wrong, he probably regrets the kiss. I put the books that I need to take home into my bag and the ones I don't need back in my locker before slamming it shut. One I turn around Tiffy is standing in front of me and I give her an evil look and turn to walk away.

"Bethany!" She calls out and then pulls me by my arm. I yank it quickly from her tight grasps.

"Don't touch me." I frisk at her and she laughs.

"I was just going to see if you were coming to the party this weekend?"

"Why do you care?" I respond and cross my arms over my chests.