It imagines/preferences

Henry bowers(1990)

Bethany's pov
For BabyGirlBethany00

   I walked into class, ready to start my day. I had gotten extra sleep last night considering it was one of the first nights this month I hadn't been out late with Henry.

He always took me nice places and we would just have fun.

Yea, I know what you're thinking, he's a bad guy. I know that's what you're thinking because that's what everyone thinks, but it's just simply not true. He has a horrible life at home and he projects it sometimes on other people. I've been trying to get him to work on it, and I think we're making progress.

I see him sitting with his friends and I walk over, covering his eyes. "Guess who?" I ask. "A whore?"
He asks, turning to me. "Looks like I was right." He laughs, fist bumping his friend. I slap him lightly in the face. "I'm kidding, doll."

I roll my eyes, pecking his lips. "No pda ms. (Last name)." I nodded, quickly taking my seat.

"So, tonight, me, you, your place. All alone." He whispered, touching my thigh.

"Umm, yea but my parents will be home by midnight." I replied, slowly shoving his hand off of me. "I'll be gone by then."

He put his hand back on my thigh and my heart started beating out of my chest. "Sounds like a plan."

A new guy came up to talk about his past. "My name is Ben Hanscom" he started. He was adorable. After he introduced himself, he started walking to his seat. "Oink. Oink." Henry smirked. I slapped his arm, "Knock it off."

"What a porker." His voice was deep and cynical. "Henry, I'm serious." I slapped his arm again. "Henry bowers, you will stay after school for one hour everyday this week."

"My father will tear my Hyde." He croaked. "You should have thought about that before you picked on Ben. Now report to the principals office." Our teacher pointed at him.

"You're dead fatboy." He threatened before leaving the room. I rolled my eyes, turning to Ben, "don't worry about him." I assured him. He shuddered, clicking his pen and looking down.

.........

That night came too fast. We've never hung out at my place without my parents. This is also the first time I've lied to my parents. My stomach clenched, but I shook the guilt off of me, and finished curling my hair.

The door bell rang and I looked myself in the mirror, "you can do this." I pointed at myself.

I skipped to the door, slowly opening it and putting on my best smile. "Hey babe." He leaned against the frame.

I pulled him into the house before he could speak a word. "So...wanna put on some records?" I asked, taking his hands and leading him to the living room.

"Yeah, I'm down." He started to lean in. I quickly backed away, "records first." I tapped his nose.

I put on some random record in my parents drawer. It just happened to be a slow song and before I could change it, he grabbed my wrist pulling me to the couch. I sat on top of him, grabbing his neck and pulled him closer.

His hands wandered down my waist. I pulled his hands up and I could hear a slight sigh. "I'm not even 15." I giggled.

"So what?" He shrugged. I let out a slight chuckle, "I'm just not ready."

He reluctantly nodded and connected our lips again.

The sound of a door made my stomach drop. "Honey, I'm home!"

The sound of my moms voice startled me. "Go to my room and jump out the window."

He nodded, running to my room. "I brought dinner." My mom dropped a bag on the counter, turning to me and smiling. I innocently smiled, nodding my head.

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