"Remind me to pay you back for the pizza, alright?" I told him gesturing to the empty pizza box beside me as we sat in the trunk of his truck on his faded blue blanket.
"Alright then. Let me see your hand." he said holding out his hand.
Peering down at his hand in confusion I put mine in his and he brought it up to his chest with a goofy grin on his face.
Once I realized what he was doing I laughed lightly and removed my hand from his grip.
"I am not touching your tit, you pervert."
"Stop calling me names, it hurts my feelings." he stated, crossing his arms across his chest like a child throwing a fit.
"Grow a pair, and stop being a wimp." I paused trying to think of something witty to say. "this is why I beat you at dodgeball."
"Don't even go there." he replied sheepishly as he shook his head.
"Too late, twinkle toes." I pushed, watching the corner of his mouth twitch slightly.
"You amuse me." My mouth parted as I questioned the condescending tone of his voice.
"I can't tell if you're being an asshole right now, so I'm just going to say okay." I remarked.
"I'm complimenting you, Jasmine." he spoke as if it was obvious.
"Well... thanks, I guess." I looked away from his piercing jake eyes and locked my eyes on a black crow that sat perched up on the roof of the truck.
It was observing me, it's dark eyes peering down directly into my chocolate colored ones.
After a few seconds of having an intense staring contest with the bird, I heard harry suddenly speak up.
I took my attention off of the small creature and turned my head over to him.
"Look I um- I wanted to apologize for- well for treating you like shit for all these years. I've come to realize that your actually kind of..." he trailed off, playing with his lip as he seemingly searched his brain for the right word. I watched him patiently. "Pleasant."
I was utterly shocked and overwhelmed, I didn't think that I would ever get an apology from anyone, especially not from Harry.
I narrowed my eyes as he continued.
"What Jason did to you was... disgusting and I should've never spread those rumors about you, and the things that I said about you were..."
"Vile." I finished for him suddenly remembering why I hated him so much. I tensed. "You called me whore, Harry. He sexually harassed me, for fucks sake!"
"I'm trying to apologize, don't you understand that!" he exclaimed, frustratingly waving his hands in the air.
"I lost all of my friends. Nobody wanted to be around me, because of you." My index finger stabbed him in the chest as if he was the enemy and my finger was the blade.
"Before he went to jail, everyone blamed me for everything- like it was actually me who sexually harassed myself-, because Kaitlyn was going around feeding the entire school bullshit about how I was 'just doing this for attention', and you encouraged her, you- you animal!" I spat as I shook violently, trying not to burst into tears.
"I know, but Jasm-." he quietly spoke up.
"Don't." I closed my eyes tightly, trying to swallow the lump forming in my throat as I attempted to push the memories of that night out of my mind.
"The artist painted me a self-portrait for days before he had a heart attack, and... I don't know, for some reason I felt like it was my fault." I confessed.
"I really think you should go, babe." he hummed as I laid my head down on his t-shirt clad chest.
"Go where?" I mumbled looking up at him.
"To the party." I closed my eyes shut in annoyance.
"Jason, please stop asking me to go to that dumbass party. You know my dad's a cop, and he would disown me if he found out that I went to that place."
"It'll be fun, come on." he pouted before pecking down at my lips with his.
Wow okay, let's go to an abandoned house and hang around a bunch of sweaty pedophiles doing 800 different illegal drugs at once! Sounds delightful!
"No." I mumbled sternly. I attempted to give him a peck back but he purposely leaned back so I couldn't reach him.
"You're such a..."
"Such a what?" I raised a brow at him as I pushed my self off of him, feeling slightly offended already.
"I was saying that.... you're such a cutie." He smiled pathetically, before poking at my stomach.
I wasn't amused.
"Yeah, right." I huffed, sliding off of his bed and walking downstairs to get something to drink.
Once I reached the kitchen Jason came up behind me, startling me half to death as he chuckled into my neck.
"Thirsty?" he whispered in my ear softly. I struggled to keep an annoyed look on my face as his hands started to trail down my waist.
"Let me get that for you then."
"I can do it myself." I said flatly.
"I insist." I could just hear the smirk in his voice as he walked over to the refrigerator.
"Oh, that weird show you like comes on soon." he reminded me, pointing to the small digital clock on the oven.
"It's not weird." I told him defensively making him turn to me with a smile on his face as he opened the fridge.
I rolled my eyes before going into the living room to sit on the small beige couch, flipping through the channels with the sticky remote until I finally got to the show that I was searching for.
"Sorry if it tastes weird, I put the soda in a cup of vodka without realizing it."
"It's fine, thanks." I said, even though it really wasn't fine at all.
Once I took a gulp of the strong bubbly beverage, I started to choke and cough horsily.
"How much vodka was in that cup, holy shit." I spluttered as he patted my back roughly.
"Not that much, you wuss." he snickered.
"Why don't you take a sip of this demon juice then?" I challenged holding the cup out to him.
When he took a sip I was expecting him to puke everywhere or maybe just explode spontaneously, but he just squeezed his eyes shut for a second, and smirked at me as if it was nothing.
"Show off." I laughed.
"If you can't take the heat, get out of the kitchen." he shrugged passing the glass back over to me.
I groaned and after a few sips I was actually getting used to the cruel sting the drink gave to the back of my throat.
Everything that occurred after that was a complete blur; however, the video that was sent to the entire school via Kaitlyn, definitely jogged my memory.
"Take me home, and don't you ever talk to me again." I croaked to Harry harshly.
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