She's Not Afraid

"So, it is the same thing?"

***Chapter 20***

                Two glasses of lemonade, lots of laughing and a perfect sandwich later, I agreed to wrestle Harry just so he would shut up about the whole thing. We both agreed to have our little match outside, where if any blood was spilt it would just seep into the grass. Harry led me out that back door and into the world’s most extraordinary backyard.

                There was a pool, complete with a diving board and pool deck with sun chairs on the perimeter. There was a green house in the yard, flowers practically exploding from the seams of the small building. The rest of the yard was all grass, with two football goals at either end. I don’t know how I missed this.

                “Truthfully, I don’t know. You’re not very observant, I guess.” He says, his famous smirk occupying his lips. I must’ve said that out loud.

                “Let’s get to it, then.”

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                “Don’t be afraid to hurt me.” He says as we are about to start our little showdown.

                “Trust me, Harry, I’ve hurt you before.” I say, referring to our first actual encounter.

                “But now, you might not want to hurt me, you know, because I’m your boyfriend.” There’s that smirk again.

                “You have a serious problem with bringing that up every 20 minutes. You’re only my boyfriend in public. Otherwise, you’re just my friend that’s a boy.” I say.

                “That’s the same thing.” He argued.

                “No, it’s not.” I snapped back at him.

                “Yeah, it is. It’s the same words, just in a different order.”

                “And with a different meaning.”

                “No.”

                “Yes.”

                “So it is the same thing?”

                “No.”

                “But you just said yes.”

                “Stop, or I’ll punch you.” I threatened.

                “That’s what you’re supposed to be doing, anyway.”

                “I’m just waiting for you to make the first move.” I say.

                “I’m not going to hit you, Drew.”

                “Why?”

                “Because…”

                “Because, I’m a girl? Huh, is that it?”

                “Well, yeah.”

                “So you’re just going to let me win?” I ask, my mood changing to kind of angry.

                “Fine, you want me to make the first move?” Harry asks, his voice now raising like mine.

                “Bring it!” I shout. Just then, Harry comes barreling towards me, a smirk plastered across his lips once again. He knocked me over onto his back, but he had a firm grip on my legs. He hauled me over to the pool where he threatened to throw me in. I pounded my fists on his back as I screamed and he let me down from his strong grip.