The Bad Boy

Chapter 97

Harry's P.O.V.

As I slam the door and stomp towards my car, the first place I think of is the bar. But then I think of what Steph would say. I try to push those thoughts of her out of my mind, I need to forget about her. She never loved me, she was just going to leave me. She was just going to pack her bags and move to New York without a word.

Now I know I have to go to the bar. It hurts too much.

I climb into the car and shut the door behind me. I turn on the radio as I head towards the nearest bar. And of course, with my luck, Stephanie's favorite song is on. It's "Sugar We're Going Down" by Fall Out Boy. F***. I always told her I hated this song to tease her, but I always secretly loved it. Even so, I change the radio station as quickly as possible.

I soon arrive at the small bar, it doesn't look like there are many people there. Great, more booze for me. I push throught the front door and into the room. There is only one chic in there, and damn she is hot. I slide into a stool next to her.

"Hey, I didn't see you there," She says in a flirtatious voice.

"Well, I just got here, so that makes sense to me," I reply, confused.

"So what are you doing here, shouldn't you be out with your girlfriend?" she asks.

"Uhm, who said I had a girlfriend?" I am starting to get irritated.

"Well, you have great hair, nice round lips, and such a cute face, I mean how could you not have a girlfriend?" she proclaims.

"Well," I gulp, thinking back to Steph,"I don't."

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I drink shot after shot, the girl staying there the whole time. I now know her name is Patricia. She doesn't order much, just a few beers. She mostly tries to talk to me the whole time, and I find myself beginning to like her. She's definetly not the nicest girl, she's more of the sarcastic type, but I like her. She was on the drill team at her high school.

"What do you say we go back to my place, Harry" she asks.

I weigh my options. Well, if I'm too drunk to walk, then I better go with her.

"Sure," I slur.

Patricia stands up from her chair and then helps me down from mine. I guess she thinks I'm going to fall, which I probably would have, but still. She takes my hand and leads me out to her car. I plop down in the front seat, starting to feel naseous.

As she starts to drive, I throw up all over the dashboard without warning. I expect her to get angry at me, but she doesn't. She just pulls over and wipes it all up without a word. I am really starting to like this chic, even though she's confusing me.

We soon arrive at her house. It's pretty small, it only has one floor. She pulls me through the front door, and throws her keys on the counter.

Patricia comes closer to me and starts whispering in my ear,"What do you say Harry, why don't we have some fun?"

"Yeah," I start to say but she cuts me off.

She forces me towards her and presses her lips to mine. She wastes no time in sliding her tounge into my mouth, hitting my lip ring in the process. Unlike Steph, she doesn't know how to work with it and almost rips my lip.

ARGH, I have to get Steph out of my mind. That's what I'm trying to do here anyways.

She keeps pushing me back and then tackles me onto the couch. She straddles my waist, moving her hips back and forth. She keeps kissing me harder and harder, and I know she's going to want more.

My jeans are soon down around my ankles, my shirt on the floor and she is just in her bra and panties. She keeps grinding onto me as she traces over my tattos, a devious smile on her face. It doesn't feel the same as when Stephanie does it. I've lost track of what is happening, I feel half asleep. She keeps kissing me, but I don't feel it. My mind is totally clear of all thoughts. I almost forget she's there, and my mind trails off more and more. But then one thing pops up.

Stephanie.