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“Why do you not like Jacob?” I asked him, shyly as he pulled into the driveway. The whole ride was spent in silence. When my question had rolled off of my tongue, his knuckles tightened around the steering wheel, making me almost regret that I asked him. But I wanted to know.
“I just do not see why you need to hang out with that loser.” He answered, earning a frown from me.
“He is not a loser, Harry. He is very nice.” I waited to see if he would say something. “And I can hang out with whoever I please. Why do you care anyways?” My voice was becoming louder with each word.
He exhaled a sharp breath. “I don’t care, Isabella. I just think that you could do better. Plus, I don’t think his intentions are exactly the best.”
“Oh and yours are?” I yelled. I was mad at Harry, and mad at myself for letting him get to me so easily. “Why do you keep bothering with me Harry? I have nothing you want! I know you just want to sleep with me, but I will not do it. I am sure there are plenty of whores out there that would be glad to, but I have too much self respect.” He looked hurt by my words, but I had to get them out.
“You think I am trying to get into your pants?” He yelled back. “Why the fuck would I want to sleep with you?” Ouch. “Plus, even if I did, I would have gotten it the first day I saw you, trust me.” Hold back the tears, Belle. It is not worth it.
“So why do you keep bothering me!?”
“I don’t fucking know! You seemed nice, and innocent. I didn’t want assholes trying to take advantage of you! And I know exactly what that Jacob guy wants.” He hissed.
“He does not want anything! If he did, he would have tried something last night!” Crap, I thought to myself. I had tried to keep myself from telling Harry that Jacob was here last night, only because I did not want him to be mad, but the words just slipped. And anyways, he had no right to be mad. I can be friends with anybody I want!
He turned to me, anger written all over his face, his green eyes that I had grown to love in such a short matter of time, growing dark. I did not like this Harry.
“What the fuck!?” He yelled. “You…were with him…last night?” he asked but I stayed silent. “Answer me!” I slowly nodded my head. “And he was here…when I came to see you?” I nodded my head again. He ran his fingers through his hair roughly.
“Did he touch you? I swear to God if he fucking put a finger on you I-” he started but I quickly interrupted him.
“It is none of your business what we did, Harry! I don’t know why you care so much about it!” I yelled and he banged his hands against the steering wheel, making me jump slightly in my seat. He was starting to frighten me.
“I cannot believe you! After I told you to stay away from him!”
“Harry you can’t tell me what to do! You are not my father, God who the Hell do you think you are!?” I was so mad, I wouldn’t be surprised if steam started coming out of my ears and nose.
“Get out of my car.” He said, firmly, placing a hard grip on the steering wheel.
“What?” I asked.
“Did I fucking stutter?” He quickly snapped.
“Fuck you.” I replied, getting out of his car and slamming the door. I had never, in my whole entire life, told someone to “fuck off.” But Harry deserved it.
I had no idea why he was so pissed off; he had absolutely no right to be this upset. Why was he so controlling?
I quickly ran up to my room, not bothering to talk to Roo, who was in the living room. I dropped my bag on the floor and dialed Sophie’s number.
