Threesome

Chapter 2

"Harry, harry," she kept repeating.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I zoned out," he said looking at the gorgeous girl across the room.

"You weren't paying attention to me," she said angrily.

"I'm sorry I was thinking about something," he answered in a confessed matter.

"Well anyway, are you coming to the game this Friday," she questioned.

"What game," he asked.

"Football game," she answered confessed.

"I'm sorry I don't know anyone, and I don't really like football," he said hoping that she got the message.

"Well you know me, and trust me in these games no one really watches the game," she said with a smile.

Before he could say another word, she slipped a paper under his hand and forced him to write his phone number and address so she could pick him on Friday.

He hesitantly wrote is phone number and address and gave her the paper. Before she left him, she grabbed him and hugged him.

She whispered "you have a sexy British accent," and left him.

He already hated her. Yeah he dated a lot of these girls before, but no one reached her leave of annoying. He thanked God that she left and went back to look at the girl he liked.

He saw that she sat with two girls and one guy. He noticed that she wore glasses but the kind that made her look nice and smart at the same time. She had long brown her, that was flowing smoothly on her back. She had big brown eyes. And the most important thing of all she had a beautiful smile. A smile so innocent, a smile so pure.

Harry thought that he could go there and sway her with his old pick up lines or his classic smile, but he decided not to.

The bell rang and as Harry was gathering his stuff to go, he pumped into the girl that he wanted to pump into in. Making her drop all of his and her books.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't see you, oh my god," she said as he knelt down to gather his and her books.

"I should have seen better, I'm sorry," she once again apologized.

"Love, it's okay, and it wasn't your fault, I should have seen you to," he said with a smile.

She shyly smiled at him and gave him his books and he gave her, her books.

"Im Emma by the way," she said as she extended her hand for a shake.

"Harry," as he entwined his hand for the shake.

They smiled at each other and took there separate ways.

As Harry was looking over his books, he saw a boom that didn't belong to him.

Emma's Diary

Was the only thing that was written...

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