Temptation

Chapter 37

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I'm woken up by the sounds of voices. Faint voices are being heard through the other side of Harry's bedroom door. I look on the side of me and see the ruffled sheets on the side Harry was sleeping on. I look over at the clock and it reads ten thirty. What?

I'm surprised to have not woken up in the middle of the night screaming or panting and Practically Drowning in a pool of my sweat.

I don't want to go into the room where Harry is talking to someone, that'll be rude. So I just lay down on my back and look at the celing.

I can't help but think about the intimate moment that we shared Last night. I'm not sure if I should feel guilty for doing it, but in that moment, my body and mind weren't on the same page. My body was frozen and was tempted to feel his touch. The goosebumps would rise and the shivers would run down my spine countless numbers of times. My mind was telling me not to, I wasn't ready to be exposed so quickly, but I just wanted him. And i can tell by the way he kept on repeating that he wanted to make me "feel good" that he wanted it to.

When Tiffy came over unexpectedly I was thinking that Harry would tell me to leave for some reason. But when he practically pushed her out of his house I couldn't help but smile to myself.

She was dressed in barely nothing. her hair seemed darker then the black it normally was and the overly teasing of it was unesessary. I didn't look at her all, my eyes were focused on Harry's and I noticed his face change from anger to Fear in a flash of an eye when she started to speak.

"Ya know, all gentle and all."

"What are you gunna do? Hit me? Call the cops? Or will you do something that'll ruin my life forever."

Her words play through my head over and over.

I'm not sure if it was just the fact of her being there when he told her to leave, or something she said that made him get so angry to forcefully make her leave.

"I fucking said no!" I hear Harry's husky voice yell from the other end.

I wonder who's out there that's making him get so caught up. I get out of the bed and walk quietly to the door and rest my ear upon it.

It's hard I make out the words as they seem to be fading. I can only hear mumbles and I try my best to make the words become clear but it doesn't seem possible.

I hear footsteps come a little closer and I get ready to move away from the door until I hear them stop. I rest my ear to it again and try to listen and make the words more clear.

"You have some really fucked up issues, you know that?" I hear Harry say. I can tell he's trying to lower his voice, probably so I won't wake up.

"Well I can't." I hear him say again. He must be on the phone or something. The person on the other end must be talking pretty loudly to make it seem like they're
In his apartment. "Let's just forget that even happened. What the fuck do you want, do you want money or some shit?" I wish I can hear what the other person is saying but their voices have seem to lowered.

I start to hear footsteps coming closer and I immediately lace over to the bed and get under the covers. Just in time, the door opens and then shuts.

"Beth?" harry whispers and I don't answer to make it seem like I'm still sleeping. After he realizes that I am, I hear him go around to the other side of the room and open a drawer. It closes and I decide to turn over. "Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you..I was just making sure you were still sleeping." He says as he puts on a black beanie over his chocolate brown curls.

"It's alright." I get out of the bed and fix the pillows.

"Don't make the bed." He laughs as I go to pick up the blanket.

"You can't just leave it like this." I gawk and he walks closer to me and takes the navy blue blanket out of my hands before placing it back on the large bed.

"Watch me." He smiles. "Besides, why would I make it if I'm just going to lay back in it tonight?"

"Touché" I say and he smiles.

"I actually expected you to sleep a lot longer" He turns his back to me and goes to check his phone. The screen gets brighter from the screen until he locks it again. "It's only eleven"

"Only eleven?" I say with wide eyes. "It's the afternoon, Harry."

"Well yeah, but you needed the sleep." His face gets serious and he is right, I did need the sleep.

I nod "I'm still tired, though." I admit and he doesn't say anything.

He clears his throat and puts his phone in his pocket. "So, you hungry?" He asks.

"I am, but my mom will be home at twelve. I should probably get going," I say and slip on the flip flops that I was wearing.

"Oh, yeah." He looks at the floor and I feel like he might be disappointed that I'm leaving.

"But," his head pops up. "Thank you for taking me to your mother to see what was wrong with me.-" he nods "and I had a great time Last night. Thank you, for everything." I smile and he smirks.

"You had fun, didn't you?" I'm sure he just referring to our little moment and not the other things we did together.

"Yea, the pizza and movies was great." I try to play it off and not look at him so my face doesn't turn red.

"Mhm," he walks closer and I feel him next to me. "Is that the only thing you enjoyed?" He puts his finger under my chin and makes me look up at him. The smirk is still plastered on his face. "Say it. Say you enjoyed me fingering you." My jaw drops at his words. He's so open when it comes to sexual preferences.

"C'mon" he says again when I don't answer.

"I'm not saying that." I sternly tell him.

"Don't be so embarrassed. I enjoyed it too." He says and I move past him and walk towards the door.

"Ready?" I turn back to look at him.

"Real smooth." He jokes and we both leave his bedroom and walk out the door.

--

I stare out the window as he drives. The windows are down and my hair blows with the wind and it starts to tangle. I roll up the window untangle my hair with my fingers.

"It's like a million fucking degrees why did you roll up the window?" He starts to roll it down again but I press the button on my side so it stops.

"Wait, no. Sorry but my hair is getting messed up and it's annoying." I continue to untangle my hair and I hear him laugh.

"Okay, princess." He says and I glare at him.

"I thought you said you weren't going to call me that again?"

He laughs again. "I know, I'm just fucking with you."

His use of language never seems to get old. "Was there even a reason to use such language?" I ask.

His face gets serious. "Well you didn't seem to mind my dirty mouth last night, now did you,"

I feel my face heat up. I have a feeling he's going to keep making jokes about that night until I'm not embarrassed anymore. I bet he gets some sort of amusement when he see's my face get red and my eyes widen.

"Can you stop bringing that up?" I laugh.

"Are you always so embarrassed when it comes to this stuff?" His question is serious. He has a straight face and I frown.

"I never had anyone talk to me like this." I admit and he turns on the blinker to turn onto the long wooded area of my street.

"No one has ever talked about how they touched you?"

"No."

"Why?" I feel like this is twenty one questions.

"I told you I'm a virgin." I remind him.

"Well yea I know that but I mean you must have done other things right?" I stay quiet. "Beth?" I stay quiet again.

"No." I whisper.

"You're lying." He says and I look at him in disbelief. "There's no way no one has ever tried to touch you before."

"Well it's true." I tell him and he pulls up to my house.

He stops the car and presses the button to roll down my side of the window now that I'm leaving. I notice my mom's car is in the driveway and I swear that I think my heart stops beating.

"I thought you said she wasn't coming home until twelve"

"I thought." I groan and reach for the handle of the door.

He grabs my wrist and I look at him. "I didn't mean to embarrass you, it's just hard to believe that someone hasn't gotten the chance to touch you." I look down in embarrassment again. He puts a loose strand of my wavy blonde hair behind my ear and looks into my eyes. "But I'm glad I'm the only one." I smile and place a small kiss on his lips. He moves his mouth open and grabs ahold of my lips again for more.

"I gotta go. My moms inside." I tell him and he kisses me one last time before I step out of the car and I hear him drive away.

I walk up the front steps and turn the knob slowly. I'm hoping I don't hear another one of her lectures again.

"Bethany!" I hear someone call from behind me and I turn around. It's Abby.

Her dark brown hair is in a messy bun and she's wearing high waisted shorts with a mint green floral top.

"Abby, hey. Why aren't you in school?" I smile at her and she walks up the steps to meet me.

"You sound like my mother!" She laughs. "Why haven't you been answering my texts or calls? I've been trying to get a hold of you all night." Worry is in her eyes and I pull the phone out of my back pocket and check for any unread messages or missed called. There is none.

"I didn't get any," I tell her and lock my phone. "Come inside." I take her hand and we both walk inside.

"Mom! I'm home." I call out.

"I'm over here, honey." I look over to the right and see her sitting on the white sofa.

We walk over to the sofa and my moms eyes light up when she sees me. "Oh honey," she gets off of the sofa and greets me with a hug. "Hello, Abby." She says after pulling away and Abby waves to her.

"Sweety, where were you this morning? I tried calling before I got home and there was no answer" She asks and my mind goes blank.

If I tell her the truth she'll be mad.

But if she finds out I'm lying she'll be even more infuriated.

"I was at Abby's." I say quickly and smile. At the corner of my eye I can see Abby turn her head towards me.

"Wh-" I nudge her on the side slightly and she gets the hint. She clears her throat. "Yeah, you know us girls, can never have enough time with your best friend!" She cheers along and luckily my mom buys it.

"Okay, and why aren't you girls at school?" She crosses her arms over her chest.

"Bethany wasn't feeling well, I'm just here to make sure she's alright. I'll be getting back to school soon," Abby covers for me and I mentally thank her.

I feel bad for lying to her. But I know that she'll be even more upset with me if I tell who where I really was and who I was with. Her views on Harry aren't the same as how I view him.

She just sees the tattoos and the piercings and the trouble side of him. The only time I've seen the trouble side is when he showed up to my house with bloody knuckles, which I just realized that I have no clue of why.

Abby and I jog up the stairs and enter my room. The smell of vanilla fills my senses as soon as I walk in due to the plug in I purchased a couple days ago.

I plop my phone and bag onto the bed and I turn to meet Abby who is glaring at me.

"What?" I sit down on the bed and look up at her.

"What the hell happened yesterday? You leave school and never let me knew if you were alright?" She squeals.

I feel like a bad friend. She looked like the most worried for me when she stormed into the bathroom and almost had a heart attack when she came near me. I guess I was so caught up with Harry that I Didn't even realize that I never told her.

"Abby, I'm sorry. I guess I forgot to text you or something. If I would've gotten your texts I would've remembered." I hope she accepts me apology.

"Beth can I ask you something?" I nod and she walks slowly towards my bed and sits down next to me. "Were you with him?" Him. She's referring to Harry.

"Who?" I try to play it off.

"You know who. My annoying ass step brother. You know, the one who uses girls. The one I warned you about." She drops hints.

"I was, but he took me to his mother to check to see if I was alright." I tell her and she looks away from me for a second.

"I came here last night and you weren't home. I tried calling Harry but he just hung up on me when I tried asking where you were so I assumed you were with him. Am I right?" I feel like I'm in trial right now. The way her questions are making me nervous and how my body is heating up. The last think I want to do is lie to my best friend and have her not trust me.

"He didn't want me going to school today. Anne said that since I haven't been sleeping so much that my body is exhausted and it needs rest.-"

"You slept with him?" She jumps in before I could even finish explaining.

Did she really just ask me that?

"No, Abby! It really hurts me that you would think I'm that shallow to just give myself up to someone like that!" I raise my voice slightly at her.

I know harry and I did other things last night but that different than fully giving myself to him. It hurts that she would even think I'm the type of girl to even think of doing that with someone I've only known for about a month and a half.

"I know, I'm sorry. Sorry." She says twice to make me calm down. "I really just don't want you to get hurt. He plays games Beth, Harry doesn't just stick to one person."

Her words send pins and needles through my chest.

"He has no desires for anything. He doesn't fall in love-" she starts to laugh. "What the hell, he probably doesn't even have feelings!" But he does have feelings, we have the same feelings. The way she talks about Harry makes me think. I wonder who the real Harry is. She's known him for over a year and I've only known him for a short amount of time.

But the way I feel when I'm with him is different than how she describes him to be. I know he's trouble; I get that. But I know that I have some type of feelings towards him that I can't just let go of and throw away.

"I warned you, multiple times. Just try not to fall too hard, okay?" The worry in her eyes is presentable. She doesn't need to worry about me, if I'm willing to spend more time with him and she's right about everything then that's on me.

"Alright. I know you warned me, but I get these feelings when I'm-"
She holds up a hand to stop me.

"Ew, sorry. I never heard anyone talk about him this way it's just weird." She laughs and I laugh along.

"Why don't you two get along anyway?" I can't help but ask.

"He disliked me ever since he found out his mom was dating my father. He doesn't even like my father, I think it's because of the way we act, you know, all proper and stuff." She arches her back and sits up straight to demonstrate what she is saying.

"He even calls me princess and I do things to annoy him purposely sometimes. But rarely, if I'm lucky, he'll be nice and have an actually conversation with me."

I can tell that she sort of wishes Harry was a bit nicer to her. Even though she doesn't like his actions, they are still somewhat family and they should try to respond one another.

"I think I've made him even more mad since I've warned you about him but like I said, I just don't want to see you get hurt." I smile at her and give her a hug.

"Thank you for being an amazing best friend." I say into her shoulder.

"Always." She says and pulls away. "I gotta get back to school. I'll see you later," she walks over to the door. "Oh, and get some rest!" She points a finger at me and I laugh.

"Bye, Abby." I wave and she shuts the door on her way out.

-

It's now Dinner time and my mother made chicken salad for us both.

The salad tastes good and the only notices that are being heard at the table are the crunches of lettuce.

"You know that guy I had a date with?" My mother starts talking out of no where. I nod.

"He wants to go out again. He wants to meet you." What? No. No. No.

"Mom, I don't know if I'm ready for that yet." I honestly tell her.

"It's alright. Will you just think about it?" She asks and I can tell she really wants me to go.

"I'll think about it." I tell her and she thanks me.

I know my mom is trying to get back on track ever since the divorce but just knowing that she could be having another person so fast scares me. I'm scared that she'll get attached to this person and he'll soon move in and want a family and I'm just not ready for any of that.

Telling her that I'll think about it probably gives her a little hope. But I know that the chances of me actually agreeing on going are very slim.

The hair around my face seems to be getting in the way so I pull it over to one side.

"Bethany." My mother pulls me out of thoughts again.

"Yes?" I ask when she stares at me for too long without saying anything.

"Mom?" I ask again when she still doesn't say anything.

Her fork lands on her plate and she stands up from her chair, leaving me alone at the table.

Did I do something wrong? Did I say something?

I stand up from my chair and follow her into the kitchen and she tosses her plate into the sink.

"Mom, did I say something wrong? Are you alright?" I walk closer to her.

"Give me a minute." She leans her hands on the island.

"Mom-"

"I said give me a damn minute," she holds up a finger, signaling for me to be quiet.

After a couple of seconds of her looking at the floor and shutting her eyes she looks up at me.

"What the hell is on your neck?"