My Desdemona.

Chapter two- kiss from a rose

Harry

I'm not gonna lie, the last few months my life has been so shitty. My parents divorce was finalized, which I'm not sad about. I'm just pissed my parents are putting me in the middle of all the drama. My dad thinks he can control my future by telling me what college to go to even though the one I've wanted to go to for years accepted me with a full scholarship. I mean seriously I'm almost fucking 19 I think I should be able to choose where I go to college right? But no, he wants me to go to the same rich snobby ivy league that he went to. He can kiss my ass if he thinks I would be caught dead going to Harvard to follow in his footsteps as a lawyer. Barf. but on top of all of that a certain 5'4 girl who I used to know has been creeping back into  my mind lately and it's been driving me insane.

I would rip my hair out if it weren't so perfect. She's been invading my thoughts for a couple of weeks now. I have no idea why because I haven't even spoken to her since the end of junior year when she called the "thing" we had between us off, for reasons still unknown. I don't know why today was different. I've walked past her locker everyday but never went through with what I wanted to do. Which was lean against it and wait for her with a smug smirk on my face. But today I finally did it and holy shit was that dumb!

As I lay across my bed on my back I rub my hands over my face and let out a frustrated groan. I haven't felt this stressed out in months. And when I used to feel stressed or like I needed to get away from my problems I used to call Desdemona. Obviously to meet up but sometimes I would just ask her to talk to me. About anything, just hearing her voice as she went on and on about Shakespeare or the stars or what ever the fuck girls are into, completely calmed me down. Although I would never admit this to her and if you tell her or anyone about this I will snap your neck.

Now I never planned for things to turn out how they did in the hallway earlier today but I wasn't complaining and neither was she. But a part of me regrets doing it because now I want more. I've relapsed back to being completely addicted to Dez and everything about her. God just thinking about her makes me lose my mind. And before I could even process what I was doing I was climbing out of my window, which wasn't easy considering my house was huge. Hey it's not my fault my dad is filthy rich.

It was as if my body completely took control, leaving my logical thinking in my bedroom for the night as I jumped into my car and sped off on the route I knew by heart.

Desdemona

I let out a sigh as I hummed to the song that was softly playing in my room as I read my book. My bed was positioned against the wall and I was laying on my stomach directly under my window that was open just a crack to let the warm night breeze flow into my room. As I laid there completely immersed in my thoughts a simple knock on my window nearly sent me flying. I took a second before I decided to look to see what or who was out there only to be met with a pair of green eyes I know all too well.

I tried to catch my breath as I glared at his smug expression. I sighed before opening the window and immediately pulling him in and shutting the window behind him. I really didn't want to let him in as I was still confused about what happened between us earlier today but how could I say no to those green eyes. Those dangerous green eyes. As he sat on my bed he looked around the room that once was filled with childhood memories for the both of us. "What the hell are you doing here Harry? It's nearly midnight!" I whisper shouted.

He looked at me with a smirk completely ignoring my comment. "You redecorated nice. And I'm glad to see you got a bigger bed." and I instantly knew where this was going as I mentally groaned. "Remember when your parents were out of town and I took you to a party and later we came back here... and even though that twin bed was just a little two small we definitely put it to good use. Don't you think?" he said slowly scooting closer to me as I stood at the edge of my bed looking down at him sitting on it. "Hmmm doesn't ring a bell. Come to think of it, who are you again?" I said sarcastically knowing it would piss him and his fragile ego off. But maybe it wasn't the best idea because In one quick motion he had pulled me onto the bed and I was underneath him as he pinned my wrists above my head with one hand. He smirked as he looked down at me, my chest heaving up and down rapidly and I thought for sure he could see my heart thrashing against my rib cage.