Westwood High[HS][ON HOLD]

❀ 1: never stop hating me❀

Inez sat on the tiled floor of the washroom with her legs wide open. Her undereyes were dark, partly from her melted mascara and partly from all the stress in her relationship. This was the fourth time in a row that she had caught her boyfriend cheating but the first time she got to know who this home wrecker was. Like all the previous times, Lucas had apologized and asked for another chance; he assured her that he only loved her and this other girl meant nothing, and after a lot of screaming and arguing, they had sex. It was a way of compensation for Lucas, and Inez, being blindly in love with him, ended up giving him another chance.

The chocolate wrappers lay on the floor next to her, all empty except for the last snicker. She had eaten it all, cried and eaten for an hour in the washroom. Her heart palpitated when she stood up and walked up to the basin. The reflection of herself in the mirror was pathetic. She couldn't believe it was her. Her hands were trembling, and she was unable to control it. Opening the tap, she started to rub her hands vigorously under the water unless she broke down once again. She lowered her head, making her hair touch the basin and sobbed silently.

She was in pain, so in pain.

It wasn't unless she stopped crying and looked at her reflection once again, and this time she wasn't crying; instead, she had an expression of avenging. She clenched her jaw, and her eyes were shooting daggers. It was enough for her to bear. Closing the tap, she barged out of the washroom and strode through the quiet corridors of Styles Manoir. Her school shoes made a sound on the marble floor; her hair flew in the air as she crossed the corridor and walked across the room unless she climbed to the third floor and knocked at one of the doors on that floor.

After the first knock, she patiently waited, but there was no response, then she knocked twice. When there was again no response, she stamped her feet, "Damnit," and started banging on the door.

Harry was in his room, hovering over this one girl that he had met at a bar. They were kissing each other sloppily as she moaned her name and thrust deep inside her. His hips moved in the air as he continued to pump in, the room being filled with moans and groans. She was pretty, definitely pretty. Those golden hair and blue eyes, her plumpy lips and perfect skin made her look like a model, but he wasn't buying it. She was also an Elite like Harry but only a one-time fun fuck for him.

Harry did not even cum when there was a knock at the door. He ignored it and concentrated on thrusting deep inside her so that he could cum, and then again, n, another knock. Harry groaned and looked back at the door, over his shoulder, when the girl beneath him grabbed his face and made him face her.
Harry smirked at her but not until the door started banging. He was about to snap out and shout but then he heard her voice.

"Harry!"

"Inez," Harry murmured, and to the other girl's surprise, he pulled out before reaching his climax and got out of bed. "Hey," the girl sat up on the bed and watched him putting on his boxers, "you can attend her later."