The New Girl

Chapter 12 - "You're no different than the other sluts at school!"

-Aurora Jones' Point of View-

As soon as we neared Harry's car, I snapped my hand out of his and glared at him. I wasn't sure what his problem was, but I do know his actions were seriously unnecessary.

Harry turned to look at me with a confused, yet angry, stare. "What?" He growled.

I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms over my chest, "You know exactly what!" I snapped, feeling completely embarrassed.

I was only having a sweet conversation with Luke, nothing more. He may have been a little too close for my liking, but I didn't think it was bad. All we talked about was why I moved here and how I'm liking New York City, that's it.

Harry made it seem like we were making out in public, which I would never allow! I wasn't sure why he was acting like this, but I sure as hell wasn't leaving until I got an answer!

Harry groaned, making it noticeable how angry he actually was. "I am not talking about this to you, I don't have to do this!" He snapped opening the door to his car, jumping inside, and slamming it after him.

Harry rolled down the window after his car roared to life, "Get in, I'm taking you home." He snapped.

I shook my head, "You have to talk to me about this with me, considering you just ruined a nice conversation between Luke and I!" I snapped.

Harry, suddenly, jumped out of his car and walked to where I was standing. He came just as close as Luke did, only he was beyond angry with me. This made me uncomfortable, but I wasn't going to back down. He's a spoiled, rich brat that thinks he can decide who I can and cannot talk to, I can't have him thinking that!

"You think someone who just met you should be standing this close to you and leaning in to kiss you?! 'Cos if you do, then you're no different than the other sluts around school!" He snapped.

Is that really why Luke was so close and getting even closer? I didn't understand it, but now it kinda makes sense. Wait.... did Harry just compared me to the girls from school?!

I cannot believe he's thinking so low of me! Did I not make it clear as to why I wasn't all over him?! I wasn't sure what his reason to say this was and even if I did, I'm pretty sure it would be too confusing to understand. Whatever he was thinking, I was angry and when I'm angry... lets just say I do things rationally.

My right hand, suddenly, came into contact with Harry's cheek, a loud smack echoing around us. "Who the hell do you think you are comparing me to people who don't respect themselves?! How dare you say that to me!" I shouted.

Harry was stunned, his hand coming up to his cheek without uttering a word. I didn't expect to get this mad, but I'm glad I did. Maybe this knocked some sense into him.

At this point I couldn't stand looking at this arrogant asshole, I just wanted to go home. "I'm going home, thanks for ruining a fun lunch." I snapped, before flagging down a cab.

I was about to get in the back seat, when a large hand wrapped around mine. "Aurora, wait." Harry called out.

I released my hand from his grip and close the door, "Drive, please." I spoke sternly, before turning to face the window.

Harry was standing there, looking at me with a guilty look on his face.

Good. Maybe you can finally learn your words are offensive and hurtful!