Backstabbed (H.S)

Chapter 22

When Harry says the word spark, it attacks me. It slaps me in the face.

Sparks were what I felt the first time we kissed. He was doing it for revenge. The the memories come back.

Harry leaving me in the rain.

Screaming at me in the art room.

Telling me to shut up.

He was so different when we first met. Maybe we didn't know each other that well and he was just defending his dumb bitch of a girl friend.

Anyway, I like this side of Harry.

The guy who likes to hang out with me, anyway. Not the popular guy who gets laid by every girl in school although he hasn't, but everyone assumes he has.

I look up at Harry and smile, "Sparks. You told me you felt sparks when we first kissed, and I laughed." I say, putting my hands on his chest, head down, "I'm so sorry that was rude of me."

"I was actually wondering WHY you had laughed, the other day." he says, turning his head in deep thought.

"Your the popular guy with the hot girlfriend and all the cool guys and stuff, I didn't believe it." I say.

"Well believe it." he chuckles.

Harry pulls me in for a warm hug and I hug him back, and we just stand there.

After a few seconds, I jump back and run to get the ball, then dribble it back.

Harry tries to take away the ball, but I dodge him every time. I quickly kick the ball between the two trees and when it passes through I jump in glory.

"IN YOUR FACE, STYLES!!" I laugh.

I jump screaming in glory and shouting things at Harry. He gets on his knees and pretends to cry and I jump on his back.

"Cmon, winner gets a piggy back ride." I say, putting one hand through his shirt collar and the other punching the air.

"What are you, 5?"

"What are you, 3? Crying on your knees like a little bab-"

Harry stands up without notice and I fall back, hitting the grass pretty hard. My body hurts, but I'm laughing.

"Oh my god, Mack!" Harry says, running to my side,"are you ok, oh I'm so so sorry."

"It's ok! It's ok, I'm fine." I laugh, putting a hand on his chest for reassurance. His heart is beating fast and his eyes are filled with fear.

"I really scared you, huh?" I say, looking up at him.

He nods viciously and I rapidly put my arms around him giving him a hug.

When I let go, Harry helps me stand up from the ground and I try to hide my limp from him.

We walk inside and I check the time on the oven.

"It's five, you wanna make some MACK and cheese?" Harry laughs at his joke.

"Ha ha," I say, "how bout we order Marcos pizza? Those are to die for."

"Alright." Harry smiles.

As I order the pizza through the phone, I notice Harry staring at me, looking in deep thought.

I click the end button and set the timer for 15 minutes. That's how long they'll take to get here.

"What?" I turn to Harry.

"How come you don't have a cowgirl accent or whatever?"

I laugh, "Not the whole population of Texas has an accent Harry. Only like 3 people at school have an accent, including you."

"Yeah, but mines British." he smirks as if having the British accent was better than american, and it kind of was.

"Anyway, I probably don't have an accent since I'm Puerto Rican, Dominican and Texan mixed. AND we are in the north of Texas."

"You say y'all a lot, though."

"Oh, everyone here does." I laugh,"you get addicted to saying it sooner or later here in the big state."

Harry stares at me.

"Mack, you told me, that second time we had lunch with your parents, that you weren't interesting at all."

I nod my head, remembering that conversation.

"That's a total lie."

I turn my head quickly at him,"What?"

Harry smiles,"You are probably the most interesting girl I've met at school."

"So?" I shrug,"doesn't mean I'm fantas-"

Harrys phone cuts me off and Harry takes his phone out of his pocket.

"It's Mia."

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