Backstabbed (H.S)

Chapter 30

I run to my room, the bathroom, the laundry room, the backyard, and I'm unable to find Harry.

I rush back to the kitchen and find Harry stuffing his face with the last of the pizza.

I grab the first thing I see, a styrofoam vase with fake flowers stuffed in. I chunk it at Harry and yell, "You are eating my pizza!"

Harry wipes his mouth, "Who paid for it?"

I frown and slump my shoulders. I'm still pretty hungry, "Okay." I barely whisper.

Harry freezes and frowns, "Are you okay?"

I nod, "I'm just really hungry and your fat ass is taking all the pizza."

Harry's pov:

I didn't know she was this hungry. It kind of made me happy.

A girl who isn't afraid to eat huge amounts around me normally.

Mia always ate half a pizza then called herself fat for it. It annoyed the crap out of me.

I look down at the pizza box, "There are still two pizza's left, love." I smirk.

Her face brightens up as she runs over to the table, grabbing the largest pizza out of the two. She smiles as she bites into the pizza and Mack's eyes go cross eyed.

"You really wanted more pizza." I chuckle, continuing the pizza in my hands.

She nods, chewing the pizza in her mouth, then opening for more. Mack finishes the pizza and nods toward the one left in the box. I smile and nod. I'm actually stuffed. I haven't eaten that amount of pizza in about two years.

Mack finishes in about five minutes. She wipes her mouth and leans back into her chair. She clutches her stomach and smiles at me, showing me all her pearly whites.

"That was the best dinner ever!" Mack yells, kicking her feet under the table, hitting me a few times.

I laugh, making my eyes tear up, when she kicks the leg of the table, jolting the table and making my cup of juice fall and spill all over her shirt.

"Crap!" Mack screams, clutching her shirt away from her stomach. She jumps off her chair and runs upstairs, leaving me to laugh.

When she comes back down, she has a rolling stone t-shirt and her hair is up in a bun. I didn't even notice till now, that she has no makeup on and she looks amazingly beautiful.

"I have that same shirt." I smirk, leaning back into the chair.

Mack looks down at her shirt, smiling, "Awesome-sauce."

"Can we have story time, now?" I carefully suggest. She shrugs her shoulders and nods. We walk towards the couch and she sits crossed leg, facing me.

"The day I found out." She nods, "there was a lot of screaming."

Mack's pov:

Flashback

"Was Mia telling me the truth?" I ask Rick, quietly. I had told him to wait for me outside of the school to talk.

Mia had come up to me during school, telling me how she felt bad that Rick had only tried to get in my pants because of a bet.

"No! Of course not!" He yells, running his hands through his hair then pulling at it.

"Then how did she know what you tried to get me to do with you last Saturday?"

"She knew that we were together Saturday, so she thought we did it!"