That Girl.

Chapter 5

LEXA'S P.O.V

This date is going really fucking well. Harry looked amazing as always. He could literally wear Dad Jeans with sneakers and still look hot. He is telling me about his life in England and I can't help but be interested. It was my dream to live in a little house on the countryside there. I hate that he is perfection. I am just watching his rosy plump lips speaking before I look up and see Michael's icy blue eyes walk into the pub.

"Babe, do you want to leave" Harry asks me concerned because the smile that once painted my face has fallen. "No, I love spending time with you and plus I need to order that bomb ass bread pudding" I tried to say happily. "If you say so Curly" He says not believing my calm act. He really is something special. I have no idea why he asked me of all people out. As I was thinking about how wonderful Harry is my thoughts were disturbed by the douche himself. 

"Gimpy, Harold How is it going?" Michael says smirking knowing he's annoying me. "My name is Harry, and don't call her Gimpy she clearly has a great distaste for it." Harry sneers. "Sorry, so what are you guys doing here?" he says while sliding into our booth next to Harry. Harry looks a little pissed. "We are on a date" Harry says so damn smoothly. "Finally getting a boyfriend" Michael says and I feel a little discouraged. "Um, we're not a couple. We are just on a date" I say timidly while looking at my cold cottage pie. "Did you know Lexa hasn't dated anyone since her Junior year of high school. She was like social suicide. No one would touch her like look at her. Why would you?" Michael thinking he's so fucking hilarious. "Well, for starters Curly is funny as Hell, She's beautiful , and just so damn light-hearted and fun. I don't feel judged by her. She is the only genuine person I've met in America. So yes I would." Harry stated a little angry and a little bit to loud. I'm happy he said all those things about me. Even if he doesn't mean them.

HARRY'S P.O.V

I hate him. I wanted to tell him how great Curly is without her being freaked out. How could he say she was social suicide? He was a fucking asshole. I could easily take him. I'm much larger than he is and I have a good two or three inches on him. Curly doesn't like violence so I'm going to contain myself. "If you say so Harry. She's not even that great in bed. You should know that right?" MIchael starts to laugh knowing he got under her skin. She looks like she is about to cry. Michael looks at her and he is ignoring the tears brimming her eyes.

"Curly can we go? I have a paper to write tonight." I had to make up a lie so we could get out of here. I knew she wouldn't want to but we have to. "Oh okay." she said chocking back her tears. "It was great talking to you once again Mike." I said in a sarcastic tone. "Oh yea, see you at home" Mike said not really grasping how angry I am right now. I grab Curly's hand and we walk out of the pub. 

"I hate him" she says very timidly and small. I don't like it. She's usually loud and funny just brimming with confidence. "I do too. He's a little twat." I say chuckling at my cruel but accurate statement. That's when I heard her laugh. "He is. I don't know why I ever spoke to him." She said being back to her normal self. We get in the car and drive to my house. I know Lexa doesn't like Frat houses but I just want to cuddle with her tonight and her bed is to small to do that.

We arrive to my house. "I hate Frat houses." Lexa said not blinking an eye which I knew she would. "I know that but I want you to spend the night with and your bed is to small so we can just stay here. We don't have to do anything that you don't want to. I like you. I like you a lot so I don't want to force anything an-" I was cut off by her kissing me. Her lips were plump and soft and she knew how to kiss. I could feel how nervous she was so I put my hands on her waist. Now the nervousness was replaced with lust and sparks and all that shit. I have fucked a lot of girls but this was special in a lot of ways. "We should get inside" I said pulling away and opening the door. Her face was filled with excitement and lust. A great mix. I hold her hand and start pulling her upstairs. I couldn't wait any longer. I started kissing her roughly and grabbing her while pulling her towards the bed. She lays down and looks like an angel in that cream dress and her blonde hair spread across my white sheets. I go and lock the door. I pull off my shirt and I hear gasp. I get on top of her messaging her breast and figure out she wasn't wearing a bra. That's hot. I pull off her dress and find her wearing a cute pair of pink lace underwear. She starts to fumble with my belt and I start to laugh. "I've got it babe" while expertly taking off the unneeded belt. We are left in our underwear and I am hovering over her. She slowly takes off her panties and I get harder. Her eyes widen at my buldge. Her hands pull mine down and I kick them to the floor.

"You are so fucking hot" she says boosting my confidence. "Oh babe, you don't know gorgeous you really are" I say telling the complete truth. We start to kiss again and it's getting pretty heated. I almost forgot we were both naked. I align myself with her entrance.