The Bad Boy

Chapter 24

Stephanie's P.O.V.

"Can you believe it!?" I ask Ally when we meet up at the car after finishing shopping.

"Can I believe what?" Ally asks, looking totally lost.

"That we're going to the beach, duh?" I say.

"We're what?" She asks.

"Dipshit, did you really not tell her?" I ask at the same time Harry asks, "Really, Dipshit, really?"

"I'm sorry!" Niall throws his hands up in surrender.

"What's going on here!!!???" Ally asks.

"WE'RE GOING TO THE BEACH!" I scream.

"REALLY?!" Ally asks.

"YES!" I scream.

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" we both scream, causing Niall and Harry to slap their hands over their ears.

"So, why the sudden need to take us to the beach?" Ally asks, once we have calmed ourselves.

"I don't know, I'm just not really in the mood to go back to the apartment just yet after we leave here. And I know I still won't be..." Harry trails off, takes a second to regain his compusre and then continues. "And also, why not? We have all summer to do whatever we want to do before we have to go to college. Or you do anyways..."

"WOOHOO!!!!" Ally screams as she and Niall climb into the back of the car.

"Harry... I want to speak to you when we get back to the motel." I say through clenched teeth. I swear he is going to stop saying he isn't going to college because I've seen how much he loves to write and how good he is at it.

"Okay?" he says, and then we climb into the car.

We drive home and Ally and I gossip about the beach, wrenching as many details about it from Harry and Niall as possible. When we get to the motel, Niall and Ally head up to the room, while Harry and I remain on the sidelwalk.

"What did you want to talk to me about?" He asks as we walk down the sidewalk.

"Please stop saying you're not going to college." I plead. "I found your brown notebook when I was looking for Advil and I flipped through it. What you write is really good!"

"Stephanie, no it's not." Harry says.

"Harry, I am totally in love with writing. I know what's good and what's not. My dream is to go to college and take writing classes, and then work as a publisher/author. I know what's good and what you write is great." I say sternly.

"You just say that because you love me." He smiles.

"So you want the cold hard facts?" I ask, turning and stopping so I am facing him, my hands on my hips. "Your plot is weak, your details are sparce, and above all your characters are highly uninteresting." I fire out.

"See!" He says.

"BUT and this is a big but, actually no it's not. If you took some classes at the local community college, you could be a great writer!" I beg.

"Well, I suppose that would allow me to be closer to you..." He says.

"You think they have writing classes at med school?" I ask with a laugh.

"Med school? I thought you wanted to be a writer and publisher?" Harry asks.

"Yeah well my parents won't pay for my college unless I get a medical degree. So I'm going to be a doctor." I groan.

Harry laughs.

"Why is that so funny?" I ask.

"You aren't the type of person who could be a doctor. No offense of course, I think you're smart enough and all that but you are too much fun and I just can't see you doing that." Harry says.

Then my phone rings. It's my mom. "So we are going to the beach in two weeks right?" I ask, wanting to tell her the dates.

"Yeah." Harry says.

I press answer and hold the phone up to my ear. "Hello?"

"Hi honey, when are you coming home?" My mom asks.

"I don't know. Within this week sometime. I have some news." I say.

"You're pregnant?!?!" She asks.

"No mother." I sigh. "Harry, Ally, Niall and I are going to the beach in two weeks. His step mom and step dad are paying for it." I decide not to go into details involving Harry's messed up family.

"The hell you are!" She says.

"Mom, why is this such a big deal to you? I am on the other side of the country for christs sakes!" I ask.

"Why should I let you go to the beach without any parental supervison?" She asks.

"Because I want to, because I'm 18, because I am going to and you can't stop me, and because I want to enjoy my life before you ruin it by sending me to med school!" I snap.

"Honey, I told you we aren't sending you to med school. You can go to college for anything anywhere, we just won't pay for it." She says.

"I can't talk right now. I have to go. And I am going to the beach and I am not going to med school." I say and then hang up.

I don't know how that's going to work out, but I can't go to med school. Harry even said I can't. Why would I want to go to med school? I hate blood, puke, and any other bodily functions including but not limited to poop, pee, and snot.

"Wow. That sounded like a pleasant phone call," Harry says, raising his eyebrows.

"I'm not even in the mood to talk about it." I say. "But I am absolutely not going to med school. I am sure of it now."

"Good. Good for you Stephanie. I think you should do what feels right." Harry says.

"Mother of god stop calling me Stephanie." I groan. "You are the only one who calls me that."

"You told me never to call you Steph though." Harry says.

"You are my freaking boyfriend for christs sakes. Just call me Steph or babe or whatever!'

"How about sweet baby cakes?" Harry asks.

"Um. NO!" I say.

"Fine STEPH let's get back to the motel." Harry says. "You can tell Ally about your striking revelation."

"I'm tired." I whine. "Carry me."

He bends down so I can hop onto his back, wrapping my legs around his waist and my arms around his shoulders. He carries me back to the motel, even through the lobby where we get some strange looks.

"I'M NOT GOING TO MED SCHOOL!" I cheer when we get into the room.

"OKAY!" Ally cheers back, making us both laugh.

Harry turns and drops me backwards onto our bed, causing a squeal to erupt from my throat.

"You, sir, are an asshole." I say, quoting one of me and Ally's favorite pictures.