Opposites.

Chapter 39.

"Delilah-" he starts, his voice strong and angry. "I expected more of you. How could you go off and date that punk! What happened? Was I gone that long, is this my fault? Are you trying to get back at me for leaving so you're dating Harry." He says calmer now.

"No dad! Harry is my BOYFRIEND. We have been dating for a while now, you're being to judge mental! If you look past his tattoos you'll see he's a great guy, who loves me." I tell him and I hear him sigh.

"He doesn't love you, he's just trying to get in you're pants." My father yells and I groan covering my head.

"I'm going to bed." I tell him and close my eyes.

"You are not aloud to see that boy again." He says and slams my door.

"I'll have to see him at school!" I yell through my room.

-Next Day-

I wake up late, I only have 30 minutes so I skip my shower and slip on my black shorts and plain white t-shirt with my orange scarf. I slipped on my sparkly TOMS. I pulled my hair into a messy bun and applied my makeup. I brushed my teeth and grabbed my phone heading downstairs to see my dad in the kitchen.

"I'm taking you to school and picking you up." He says and sets his coffee down.

"Whatever" I mumble grabbing a apple. I grab my bag and follow him out the door. I climb into his car and the whole ride was silent.

"Stay away from him." He warns.

"I have classes with him." I say annoyed with him already.

"Sit away from him."

"No promises." I mumble slamming the car door. I walk inside the school heading straight to my locker. After putting my bag up and grabbing my books I check my phone, not messages.

"Good morning beautiful." I hear a raspy tone say as I shut my locker to revile a pair of green eyes.

"Good morning Harry." I smile and he pulls me into a hug. I take a deep breath and wrap my arms around his waist.

"How did it go last night, with you're dad?" He ask and I pull away.

"He said I wasn't suppose to see you ever again." I say and he frowns.

"And here you are." His frown turns into a smile. "Little rebel you." He teases making me laugh.

"I gotta go to class." I tell him and he grabs my hand.

"I'll walk you." He says and we walk down the hallways, everyone eyes on us. I guess because we are so different, He's is, well was, the player and bad boy of the school, well he still is the bad boy.

"My dads picking me up after school." I tell him as we turn the corner walking up some stairs.

"Why.." He whined and I squeezed his hand.

"Maybe you should talk to him.." I say and he shakes his head.

"No way in hell. I know he hates me." He says as he stop by my classroom door.

"You're sitting with me at lunch." He tells me instead of asking.

"Maybe" I tease and kiss his cheek before walking into class turning to wink at a smirking Harry. I'm not the person I was 3 weeks ago. I used to be in this safe place, I knew my future. I was my parents perfect child, I had a best friend. Now I'm sure my parents, well don't hate me, but are just disappointed in me, Sarah isn't the same girl, I have no idea what I'm going to do because my grades are slipping. There's only two more days of school left.