Liz' POV
His tongue forces his way through my lips while his hands are in my wet hair. He caresses my tongue with his, slowly but passionately, and I can't seem to find the urge to put up a fight over this. Somewhere deep inside me, I know I want this. This is all I wanted for the past two months. My mind drifts off to the memories we made together, the happy moments we've spent together. And then it all hits me.
He cheated. He cheated and left me when I needed him most. I can't get over that. Not now, not like this. I push him off of me and take a step back. His lips are a bit plumped from the kiss and his eyes are still dark and full of lust. He looks at me, but I can't recognize the expression.
"Can you take me home?" I ask. He nods and finally opens his car.
Harry's POV
That kiss was everything. I knew she still loved me, that kiss proved it. The way her mouth moved against mine, like it never stopped. It was like we never broke up. She needs me. I need her.
This is the moment to tell her. She'll forgive me, I know she will. I just need to grow a pair and confess.
"Liz, I need to tell you something."
"I don't want to hear it." She snaps. Her head is resting against the window and her wet, dark blonde hair is covering her face.
Just when I want to speak up, my phone starts to ring.
"Harry? Is Liz there?" I hear a woman's voice through the speaker. Tessa?
"Tessa? Why the hell are you calling me?" I snap.
"I need to talk to Liz and she's not answering her phone. Do you know where she is?"
I look at Liz and she shakes her head, then leans her head back against the window.
"No, I don't know where she is." I tell Tessa.
I hear a sigh through the phone and then I hear the familiar beeping sound. She hung up on me.
"So you still haven't talked to her?" I ask Liz.
"No."
"Why?"
"None of your business. Now get me home." She snaps. I decide not to argue.
Liz' POV
The next day at school, I was wandering through the halls, hoping not to get caught by Harry or Tessa. I didn't want to see either of them but playing hooky again didn't seem like the best idea.
I checked the time and realized I only had five minutes left before my literature class. I started jogging towards the classroom, just making it in time. The teacher had not arrived yet. I took my normal seat in the back of the class, seeing it was empty. I looked around to see if I could find anyone I'd know, but no luck.
Where is everyone?
The teacher walked in and put his bag on his desk.
"Good morning, are you ready for some Shakespeare?" He asked. Nobody responded, which made him sigh in defeat.
"I'll take that as a no, but I can promise you, you will be interested in this subject by the end of the class." He promised. I was excited. Shakespeare was dramatic and hardly ever predictable. There was no happy end. Just like there was no happy end for Dan, or me and Harry.
Just when the teacher wanted to close the door, Harry ran in.
"I'm sorry I'm late sir."
The teacher nodded and let him through. He was never late, what happened?
