Rough [H.S]

Chapter 15

[HARRY'S POV]

I feel sorry that she overheard me but fuck she can't expect me to just tell everyone... I take my phone out of my pocket and Chelsea watches me do so.

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H: sorry

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I hear Jessy's phone buzz behind me. Chelsea turns her face around, looking at Jessy and back at me.

"Okay, finish the worksheet... You guys could work in partners. " My teacher says, taking a seat at his desk. Jessy doesn't answer my text. The class starts to get louder and louder.

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H: want to make her jealous?

J: what

H: Chelsea

J: No, jealousy isn't the only thing I care about.

H: watch

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I go through my contacts and click on Jessy's number, starting to call her. Jessy's ringtone is heard by the whole class, including Mr. Henry. She struggles with her hands, trying to turn it off as fast as possible. From the corner of my eye I could see Chelsea giggling, thinking I'm trying to get her in trouble.

"Ms. Lam, is that you?!" Mr. Henry asks.

"Umm sorry Sir..." She says.

"Step out of my class please." He tells her. Jessy pick up her books, putting her phone into her pocket, rolling her eyes at me as she walks out.

"Mr. Henry, that was my fault, I must've called her by accident. I meant to call my mother." I say. Jessy turns around, giving me the evil eye.

"Harry, step out of the class please, with Jessy." He says frustrated. Leaving my books, I head towards the door, catching up with Jessy. As soon as I close the door behind us, Jessy asks,

"What the hell was that?!" In a half scream, half whispering voice. I laugh out loud, noticing she isn't.

"Did you see her face! It was priceless!" I say.

"Ya, thanks for getting me in trouble." She tells me, sounding disappointed. She leans her back against the wall and slides down, taking a seat on the floor.

"Come on, its not a big deal, I said it was my fault anyways."

She ignores my comment and looks away, down the halls. I slide down, sitting down next to her. She looks at me then turns her face. I place my hand on her thigh, but she quickly pulls away.

"What do you want?" I ask her.

"A relationship, someone who cares. Not a fuckboy who has no reason to life."

She had a point. It stays quiet for a moment, just confusion taking over.

"What if I can give that to you?"

I ask, catching her attention. She looks at me awkwardly, not really understanding.

"What?" She laughs.

"What if I can promise you that, a true relationship with someone who cares about you. A lot."

She laughs, again.

"I'm serious."

I honestly had no control over the words popping out of my mouth, but it was true. I wanted that with her. I want her.

"So, you want to be in a relationship with me" She asks.

"Of course, I do." Do I?

"And, what about your friends?

"I'll tell them soon" I promise. What the fück am I getting myself into...

"No, you're saying this like its some sort of offer, how do I know you actually want this?"

"Ill prove it to you, let me show you Jessy, I want you" I beg.

"You don't know what you're saying, you're confused. You don't want me. Someone like you doesn't date someone like me" She explains to me. She's right. This isn't what I thought would happen. I've known her for just a couple of days, really known her.

"You don't get to choose what I want and don't want. I'm telling you I want to be with you Jessy. I want to get to know you. I want to know your favourite colour, tv show, movie... Everything..."