good meets bad (punk harry luv story)

Chapter 13

JASMINE'S POV

I was running, crying as I did. The tears blurred my vision a bit, but I was fine. I'm not one of those girls in stories who run away and have no fucking clue where they're going, or just randomly run out into the street into on-going traffic and get smashed by a fucking car and wake up in a damn hospital.

Nope, thats not me. I'm going home.I'm going home to apologize to Eleanor. Why? Because she was right. She was right about everything. She told me to avoid him, and as much as I wanted to, I didn't try to avoid him.

I should've stayed home when I saw that she was mad about the date.I don't ever wanna see him again. Here I am, thinking that he'd like me for me, and not my body...DAMN I WAS WRONG! And I was so stupid to believe that, wasn't I? He's just a guy who sleeps around, not giving a damn about anybody else's feelings. Why would he change for me? What makes me so different than the girls he slept with?

Besides the fact that I'm not a slut and I'm not fake. I'm just a regular girl.When I got home, I busted into the house, not caring about the noise I was making. I slammed the door behind me."El? Eleanor?!" I screamed, tears streaming down my face.

"What?!" She called back, coming down the stairs.She had on pajamas, she had a bed-head, and she had an extremely annoyed look on her face. But once she saw my face, hers immediately softened up."What did he do?" She asked, knowing fully well that my tears have Harry's name written all over them.I didn't answer her. I just ran into her arms and cried even harder.

She wrapped her arms around me and rubbed comforting circles into my back while I stained her pink scoop neck tee with my tears."Jas, what did he do?" She repeated after a while.

I lifted my head from her chest and we both sat down on the couch."Remember that night I got drunk?" I asked and she nodded. "Well, I woke up in bed with him, naked. I asked him what happened the night before, and he told me that he just drove me home, stripped me down, and placed me in bed and then he crawled in with me. But after that, I was having these sexual fantasies about him and it was making me want him.

It went on for a while, and then I finally told him about it at the pond. Well actually, it mostly slipped out in an embarrassing way." I giggled. "And then thats when he told me that he actually ate me out that night." I got mad just thinking about it. "And then I told him I hate him and ran here."

By the time I was done, her eyes were the size of saucers and her mouth was open so wide that you could fit a boulder through."And you've never told me about any of this?!" She yelled."I didn't think it was important! It actually isn't important!" I defended."So its not important that you woke up in the bed naked with a manwhore?!"

I don't know why, but that inflamed me."He's not a manwhore!!" I shouted."Jasmine, listen to yourself! You're defending him again!"I shut my mouth. I am defending him. I sighed and put my head in my hands."I need help." I mumbled."You don't need help. You need to stay away from him. I told you that the first time and you didn't listen and look where its gotten you."

"I know. And I'm sorry."She furrowed her eyebrows."Sorry for what?""For not listening to you when I should have.""Its ok." She smiled. "Its not like either of us knew what was gonna happen. Could've went either way, but it decided to go my way." She joked.

We laughed for a bit. "Um...I know this isn't the best time to tell you this, but Marty called."In case you're wondering, Marty's my boss at the club."Why?""You got fired."Now I'm mad all over again."Why?!" I shrieked."He said he let the first two slip-ups slide past him, but the third time just wasn't a charm.""What did I do?"

"Your first slip-up being you got drunk on the job and went home early, the second one being you just left and put some boys in charge of the bar, and the third one being that you didn't even show up."I looked at the time on the cable box. It was almost 12! FUCK!!"Shit! What am I gonna do now?!" I shouted.

"Tomorrow, we can look through the job listings. For now, you need to rest. Go and head on up to bed." She ordered."Yes mom." I said sarcastically.I headed up to my bathroom and turned on the shower. I stripped down completely bare and stepped in once the shower was hot enough. I scrubbed my body extra hard, probably leaving red marks but I didn't care. I wanted every place that Harry touched clean and free of him.

After realizing that this was as clean as I was gonna get, I sighed and turned off the shower water. I stepped out, dried off, and changed into a white singlet and hot pink pajama shorts. Then I crawled in bed and drifted off to sleep."Fuck! You're so good at this!" Harry moaned as his fingers were in my hair and his hips were thrusting into my mouth.

"Yeah, yeah. Don't stop baby. Don't stop." He whispered in pleasure. I looked up at him and his eyes were closed with his bottom lip between his teeth and his eyebrows were furrowed together in pleasure. Then his mouth opened wide to the shape of an 'O' as he thrusted faster in my mouth. His moans and groans got louder and his panting got heavier. "I'm gonna cum baby!" He moaned.

He gripped my head tighter and thrusted faster and harder into my mouth, his cock hitting the back of my throat every time, bringing tears into my eyes. He groaned and pushed my head down all the way on his cock and I felt his hot liquid poor into my mouth as he emptied himself. "Fuck." He finished.

I shot up in my bed when I woke up. I looked around frantically to find myself in my room, not his. Thank god. I looked at the clock on my dresser. 2:06 am. I sighed and went to the bathroom and splashed some water on my face. I dried it off with a towel and looked at myself in the mirror.

I know you probably think its stupid for me to have all these thoughts about him because he ate me out, but its not my fault! I didn't ask for this to happen, it just did. But why am I having all these thoughts about him? He only ate me out, thats it. Maybe because I wasn't used to it. Maybe because I'm a virgin.

Or maybe because I want him more than I think I did.My thoughts were interrupted by something knocking at my window. I went to my room and stared at my window, and then I saw a pebble hit it. Followed by another, and another. I went to my window and opened it, ducking when another pebble got thrown up here. I looked down to see a tall dark silhouette with a mop of curls standing on the side of my house.

"Hey!" He called.I groaned."Go away, Harry! I don't wanna see you!" I called.I was about to shut the window when a pebble hit my forehead."Ow! What was that for?!" I yelled at him."To stop you from closing the window." He said simply. "I know you're mad, but can you come down here so we can talk things out?"

"No. Again, go away Harry." I said.I was about to shut the window again, but another pebble hit my head."Ow! Stop doing that!" I yelled."Then stop trying to close the window!" He yelled back.I groaned again."Harry, leave." I ordered and pointed towards the sidewalk.He crossed his arms and just stood there.

Even in the dark, I could see that stupid smirk of his."I'm not leaving until we talk." He said stubbornly."Harry, in case you haven't noticed, we are talking." I said smartly.I could see him glaring at me."You know what I meant." He said."Do I?" I said sarcastically and rolled my eyes.

"We'll talk some other time. Right now, leave me the hell alone." I said.I quickly shut my window and the pebble he threw hit it instead of me. I smirked and went back to bed.I find this quite funny. El told me to stay away from him again, and I just made plans for us to talk things out