good meets bad (punk harry luv story)

Chapter 3

JASMINE'S POV

"Fancy meeting you here." Harry smirked.He was here along with one of his gang members. The pale guy with dark hair."What now?" I said rudely."Whoa, calm down. I haven't even said anything to you."I rolled my eyes."Niall was right. She is fiesty." The pale guy said.Harry pushed him, making him fall off the bar stool."Jake, shut up. She's mine." Harry said.Jake. So that's his name. Cool. I had a hamster named Jake once, but it died so we buried it in the backyard."Geez. I'm not even your girlfriend and you're jealous." I said to Harry."I don't want you to be my girlfriend anyway.""Oh and I guess that explains all the flirting." I said sarcastically."There's two types of guys who flirt. Those who flirt to get a girlfriend, and those who flirt to fuck. I'm the one who flirts to fuck." He smirked."And there's two types of girls who answer to that. Those who accept, and those who reject. I'm the one who rejects." I smirked back."Bartender! Get me 3 shots of tequila!" A man called."Coming right up!" I called back.I took out 3 shot glasses and poured tequila in them. I slid them over to the man carefully, trying not to spill anything."That makes me want to ask you something." Jake said to me."Go ahead." I said, cleaning a pitcher."What is an innocent girl like you doing, working as a bartender?""Its just my night job. I needed extra money and Starbucks pays well, but not enough. So I started looking for a second job and this was open so I took it." I said, starting on another pitcher. "Now are you two gonna get something or just annoy me? Cuz you're just annoying me.""Ok. I'll have a beer and a Sex on the Beach." Harry said.Isn't that a bit too girly for him? Whatever. Can't judge."I'll just have a beer." Jake said."Coming right up." I said.I passed them their beer bottles and started making Harry's Sex on the Beach. Still girly. When I was done, I slid it over to him."I don't want it." He said.What?"But you asked for it." I pointed out."It wasn't for me. It was for you." He smirked."Oh I'm so flattered." I said sarcastically. "But I don't drink."They nearly choked on their beers."A bartender who doesn't drink? That's something you don't see everyday." Jake said."I know. You really are innocent, aren't you?" Harry said to me."I guess so." I shrugged my shoulders."Bartender! Woo hoo?!" I heard someone shout.I turned around to see Eleanor trying to get my attention. I smiled and went over there to her."Hey sexy lady. What can I get for you?" I joked. Then I remembered the drink Harry asked for. "Actually, I already have something made."I went over to Harry, grabbed the drink I made, and gave it to El."Oh why thank you." She said, making her british accent thicker.I wish I had a british accent. I'd never shut up."So I saw you talking to the curly-haired punk. Interested?""Not interested.""Why not?""He's a pig. He only wants to get in my pants, he told me himself.""Well. Way to be straight-forward.""Right?""Bartender! Hello?!" I heard someone call.I turned my head and saw a blonde with a cake-face sitting next to Harry, trying to get my attention."Just a minute." I said to El and walked over to the blonde. "What can I get you?""I don't know. Something...fruity." She said trying to sound sexy, probably for Jake and Harry, but to me she just sounded annoying.I saw Harry eyeing her up and down and licking his lips. Ew. She didn't even look attractive. She just looked like a damn slut."Preferably..." I waved my hand, signaling for her to go on."I don't know! Just get me something!" She 'snapped' at me.I saw Harry widen his eyes at her, obviously amused. I mentally strangled both of them, but turned to make her a drink. I made her a Passion Fruit Mojito and slid it over to her. She looked at the glass and then looked up at me as if I was crazy."What?" I said, frustrated."I didn't want this." She said sounding bitchy."Well you asked me to make you a fucking fruity drink and there it is! Drink it and enjoy it!" I snapped at her.She glared at me and took a sip. She made a disgusted face."Ew! What the hell is this?!" She shrieked."That, dumbo, is what you call a Passion Fruit Mojito." I said slowly, as if she were a kindergartener."Well I don't like it!"Then she did something she really shouldn't have. She splashed the fucking drink on me!"You really shouldn't have fucking did that." I said through clenched teeth."Oh yeah? Whatcha gonna do about it?" She smirked.I get it. She wants to show off in front of Harry."Thats right. Nothing. Now scram." She shot at me and turned to talk to Harry.I glared at her, snatched Harry's beer bottle out of his hands, and smashed it hard on her head, making her fall to the floor unconscious."That's what I'm gonna do about it, bitch!" I yelled at her, even though she probably can't hear me. I turned back to Harry. "I'm sorry. I'll get you another one.""Damn. I thought you were innocent." He said to me."I am. Until you piss me off." I said and passed him another beer. I walked over to the wall phone and dialed the ambulance. "Yeah, can you come to Hot Spot?  There's an unconscious girl laying in the middle of the floor with glass all over her." I said, not really caring at all. "Ok. Thanks." I hung up and turned back around to Harry. "Can you watch the bar while I go to the bathroom?""Sure." He shrugged.I walked to the bathroom to clean myself up. I had to wipe off all my makeup since the drink ruined it and I didn't have any back up. Silly me. Once I was finished, I walked back over to the bar."Thanks." I said to Harry.He faked shock and surprise."You're thanking me?" He said over-dramatically."Yes, I'm thanking you. I was raised with manners, ya know."He chuckled and I was about to walk back over to Eleanor, but he grabbed my wrist."By the way, you look sexy without makeup." He winked.I blushed and took my wrist away from him, walking over to Eleanor."What happened over there? I heard yelling and glass breaking." She said."Well, to keep it short and sweet, this blonde was being a bitch and--""Typical." She interrupted."And then she splashed her drink on me so I smashed a beer bottle on her head." I shrugged my shoulders."Serves her right! You go girl!"I giggled."Yeah. I'm glad I did. Plus, I'm pretty sure she was only doing that to show off in front of Harry and Jake.""Harry and Jake? Who are they?""Those guys that I was talking to. The one that wants to get in my pants is Harry.""Ohhh. Well can I have another drink?""Sure. What would you like?""Hmm. Get me an Amaretto Sunrise." She said."Gotcha." I said and made her drink, sliding it over to her."Jasmine!" Someone called.I looked over in Harry's direction, where the call came from, and saw him trying to get my attention."Be right back." I said to El and walked over to Harry. "Yeah?""Me and Jake would like another beer." Harry said, slurring his words slightly."Ok." I turned around to grab a beer, but the shelf was empty.What the hell? The previous bartender is always supposed to re-stack the shelves before I come. People these days."Give me a minute. I have to go down to cellar to get them." I said.They nodded and I went down to the cellar. I opened the door and turned on the light, heading down the stairs. When I found the beer shelf, I grabbed a few. Just then, I felt strong arms snake around my waist and pull me back, making me drop the bottles. Luckily, they didn't break. I felt a hard chest pressed against my back. I opened my mouth to scream, but the person covered my mouth so I couldn't."Relax. Its just me, baby." I heard a deep, husky voice say in my ear.Harry. He spun me around to face him. His eyes were dark."What are you doing down here?" I asked him."I want to be inside you. Deep inside you." He said seductively and smirked.Stupid smirk. Stupid sexy smirk."Well you can't. I'm working.""So if you weren't working, you'd let me fuck you?""I never said that.""But you implied it, and that's good enough."Without another word, he crashed his lips against mine and immediately started moving them against mine. Wanna know the weird part? I kissed back. I actually kissed back. He started walking forward, making me walk backwards, and suddenly, I was pushed against a wall. He grabbed my legs and wrapped them around his waist. I felt him bite on my bottom lip, asking for entrance, but I denied it. Thats when he slapped my bum and I gasped, making him slip his tongue right in. He started grinding his crotch against mine, both of us moaning into the kiss. I pulled back for air, but his lips never left my body. He kissed along my jawline and down to my neck."Harry..." I breathed out. "I can't do this.""Yes you can." He mumbled against my skin.I felt his cold hands trail up my thighs and under my dress. He waisted no time rubbing the center of my panties, making me really wet down there. I let a moan escape my lips and that made him rub faster."Harry s-stop." I moaned."Your mind says no, but I know your body wants me." He said, face-level to me again."N-No. You don't understand. I'm a virgin."He stopped rubbing my area."How old are you?" He asked."19.""Then its time you lose it." He said quickly and went back to work on my area."Harry stop." I said sternly.He groaned in frustration."Why? I know you like it. I just made you wet." He argued."I know, but that's just my body talking. Get off of me."He rolled his eyes and set me back down on the ground. I was about to pick up the beers I dropped, but he beat me to it and left the cellar. I guess I made him angry. Oh well. I went back into the club and saw him already flirting with another girl. I shrugged it off and went back to Eleanor."What took you so long? And why is your face red?" She asked, her words slurring a bit."I don't wanna talk about it right now. I'll tell you later." I looked at her glass and saw that it was already empty. "Want another drink?"She nodded."Get me a Bahama Mama." She said.I can tell she loves fruity drinks. I nodded and made her drink and turned around to give it to her. When I did, I looked over her shoulder and saw Harry and another girl grinding on each other. A pang of jealousy shot through me. Why? I don't even like him. But still, that could've been me.I shook my head. What the hell am I saying? I don't want him. But the way he touched me, it felt so good. It was like he was so experienced, like he'd done it a million times before. And that's where I stop. He probably has done it a million times before.Plus, what's the point of losing my v-card to him if he doesn't want a relationship?