Bad Boy Playground (h.s)

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Pills N Potions

Harry

I fucking hate this school.

The only reason I show up for class is for my mum. I figure it's the least I could do considering she birthed me and all.

The thing is, I love my mum. Wholeheartedly love my mum and would do anything for her, like how she does everything for me. So when she was diagnosed with Bipolar Disorder I knew I had to step up.

With her manic episodes and depressing lows, it was really up to me to take care of my family. My dad left after my baby sister was born, taking with him two grand of my mums savings. If you couldn't tell, he's a total dipshit.

Mums pills costs money and a good education costs more, plus Lila needs new clothes because she's growing more every day. My family needs stability and I'm the only one that can give that to them.

So I make my money selling drugs. It's not the most ethical but it pays the bills and for everything the women in my life need.

Hope's birthday is coming up and I already have a bracelet on hold at Cartier.

I hate having to see her walk these hallways everyday on the arm of that pathetic quarterback. She should be with me, I know she loves me but she'll never admit it. All that matters to her is that she's on top of the social latter. I can't believe I'm losing sleep over the type of girl that stands for everything I loath.

We didn't meet up this morning in sister June's classroom and it put me in a bad mood. I'm still so mad at her for the other night but I'm more mad at myself because I know I'm just going to go crawling back to her. I'm so fucking weak.

I'm leaning against my locker starring at someone else's girlfriend while she pretends to ignore me applying more lipgloss. I hate how badly I want to play with her peachy blonde hair and stare into her hazel eyes.

I sound like such a chick, shoot me now.

I'm two seconds away from stumping up to her and dragging her ass to the nearest classroom when fucking Ella Lastro comes to stand next to me.

"Hey Harry." She hums, placing her hand on my arm.

As I go to shake her off me I finally see Hope looking my way with her jaw clenched starring at Ellas hand on me.

This could be fun.

Keeping one eye on Hope I turn to face Ella, leaning into her touch. She's not an ugly girl, not hot but kinda pretty if you squint. I've fucked with her a couple times but I only hit it from behind and that was before I started messing around with Hope.

Maybe that's why I'm so fucked up in the head. Sex with Hope clouds my mind, I'm in a fog when I'm around her. We never talked about being exclusive clearly, I mean she has a fucking boyfriend. So why haven't I fucked anyone other than her in the past three months?

"And what does Trinitys class slut want to talk to me about?"

I swear her eyes are gonna get stuck up her head if she's anymore dramatic with her eye rolls.

"This slut, was wondering when you were going to finish what you started the other night at Nialls party." She bats her lashes up at me trying to look cute but really looks like she has something stuck in her eye.

"I did finish, just not in you."

Taking her hand off of me, she crosses her arms and lifts a brow showing she's irritated.

"So I do all the work with getting you hard and you go fuck the next thing that comes into view?"

A throat clears next to us taking my eyes off Ella. I see my little Peach with her arms crossed and hip popped clenching her jaw.