My Good Girl

chapter 15

I ride my bike home. Harry worked a little later at the school today.
I open the door with my keys and head to my room.
An hour later Harry comes home. I throw my popstar magazine and run down stairs into his arms.
"Princess." He says into my hair.
"Missed me?" I raise my eyebrows up and down. He chuckles and nods making the same expression I make.
"Come on. Let me do your toe nails." He says to me. I smile brightly and we go back to my room. I lay on my side and he does my nails. I suck on my lollipop.
We hear a knock on the door.
"Who could that be?" Harry asks. I shrug. Although I have a feeling I know who it is. So there's this older guy from my school who is a senior and is in theater. He really likes me and I do flirt back with him. He walked me home from school once.
Harry goes downstairs to open the door.
"Lolita! It's for you." He yells. I get up and go downstairs.
"Hi Anthony." I say to him flashing a smile. Harry looks at him then me. I look at him and raise my eyebrows for him to go away. Harry leaves to his room.
"so what are you doing here?" I smirk. "I wanted to see you 'Lolita'" he mocks me.
"Don't call me that." I hiss and close the door in his face. He knocks again. I open it.
"What do you want from my li-" he cuts me off and smashes bis lips against mine. I move away before he can deepen the kiss.
"I'm in a devoted relationship." I say and push him out the door.
Harry comes behind me.
"I saw you kiss him." He says to me.
"No it wasn't like that.." I say getting upset.
"He kissed me!" I yell.
"Okay whatever Dolores." Harry says looking like he's going to tear up. Harry goes to his room and slams the door.
"Harry! Open up!" I bang on the door.
"I should have known you were being unfaithful to me Dolores!" I hear him yell. It gets quiet.
I start to tear up. How could he be so mean to me? And how could he even doubt me. I run out of the house and slam the door. I get on my bike and peddle away tearing up. I don't even know where I'm going. A car honks at me. I look at it. And then look away.
It stops next to me. An older guy is in the front seat with another lady who looks about the same age as him. They look like their married.
"You okay there darling? Need a ride on something?" The lady says with her heavy country accent. I nod my head.
"Get in." She says smiling. I get in the back seat. The doors lock and I quickly feel regret.