Beg ✟ h.s. au (M)

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AN: I felt the need to add this in here since many of you seem to have very strong opinions of me and the "rude" and "incorrect" way I have stella describe religion.

first off: THIS IS NOT AT ALL WHAT I BELIEVE. 

second: this is a story, and I have two VERY polar opposite characters. this is Stella's rendition of religion in her view. she doesn't find religion valuable as it has never saved her before in the past(which you will see more of). this is HER OPINION. IN NO WAY DO I HAVE THE SAME BELIEF. do whatever tf you want, believe in whatever you want and be whoever you want. I have my own beliefs but I do not feel this way.

just wanted to clarify to anyone who may see this and claim I'm some total bitch that bashes religions and others views.

"These lips.. oh the things they could do."

We didn't speak much. In fact, he barely looked in my direction which was very purposeful as I sat directly in front of him. What's he so afraid of? Is he afraid that I'm right? That I know he wants this? Or is he scared of what the big guy upstairs will think?

God, religion frustrates the hell out of me. We're humans -not even that- we're teenagers. The only thing running through us other than blood is hormones and sex drive. It's in our nature.

Physically in our bones.

We all have this dying urge inside us that we need to experience while still in adolescence. The whole "waiting till marriage" shit is utter stupidity. My theory is that one of those damn disciples couldn't get laid so he had to go and be a prick and write it in the fucking bible that sex before marriage was one of the ultimate sins.

Ultimate sin my ass. And the sooner Harry realizes this, the sooner he'll be much, much happier.

The environment that is the library is odd, and something I am not used to. When I was little I would watch cartoons that made it seem as if speaking in a library was almost like breaking a law. I assume that it must be some sort of unspoken, universal law then because it's so goddamn quiet in here. I hear the occasional sniffle, or the shuffle of papers every now and then, but other than that the only sound is the AC and that damn keyboard ticking. Harry keeps flipping through the massive books he found, occasionally stopping to write down some information.

I've had this book open in front of me on the same page for a good thirty minutes now. These giant ass books never helped me. Too much information that doesn't even retain into my brain.

It's quite funny, though, most people assume that I'm this failure, this dumbass that doesn't know anything. That couldn't be further from the truth actually. From growing up pretty much by myself I taught myself. Yeah, I fucking hate the schooling system and school in general but learning. Learning is something I could do forever.

I would sit there and watch my dad snore on the couch, obviously too drunk from the previous night to even try and retain consciousness. My mother out all night, working day shift to night shift to graveyard shift. Taking it upon myself I found the old workbooks my parents stored, or were given as presents for childhood development. Whatever the matter I'd spend all and any free time completing them. Page after page. They had always wanted to immerse me into a gifted program while growing up, but being the stubborn child I was I refused.

People underestimate me. They assume I have no basic knowledge when I have more than they think. But to hell with them. They can think what they want. I've learned to not care about anyone or anything other than yourself.

The clearing of Harry's throat pulls me out of thought and brings my focus to him. I look at him with a look of uninterest. He obviously has no plans of trying to further things when I'm the one chasing, so be it. I'll have him being the one to come crawling once he sees I'm not trying to suck him off every two seconds.

"So, I think I found something we can go on. It's about how natural selection has occurred to generate the super breed of humans, robots even. What do you think?"

I look up from my phone, caring less than ever about this shitty project. A simple "Mhm" is all I reply with. I lean back in my chair, going back to whatever social media app I was on. I could practically feel his annoyance, but at this point, I didn't give a shit. My attention was on my phone as I expected to hear him let out some huff of anger and then continue looking into studies or some shit, but I didn't. I decided to look over and see if maybe he was expecting something from me.

Upon moving my gaze from my illuminated phone to Harry's green orbs a smirk widened on my face. His gaze didn't fall on my own, but instead on my chest. My breasts were shown off quite nicely from the low cut nature of the shirt, and it was obviously paying off.

"Enjoying the view?" I asked with a wicked smirk upon my face. His eyes immediately dart to mine as he realizes I took notice of his curious staring. His cheeks flush and decide to return to his bookwork. "Hey, I'm not judging. I've practically been begging you, big boy." I say with a wink and he returns to his studies.

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About an hour later of Harry face deep in countless books and enough social drama to last me for years we decide to conclude this very boring study date. I gather my things while Harry replaces the books he used and meets me by the front door.

"So I guess I'll see you later partner," I say going to leave.

"Wait, uh-um, did you walk here?" He asks nervously. All I do in reply is nod. "Would you, uh, would you want a ride maybe?"

Well, that was unexpected.

"Are you willingly offering me a ride home? Wow, and here I thought you'd want nothing but to get me out of your hair faster than that."

"Listen, I haven't been the nicest person, but you can't say you have either. All I'm asking is if you would like a ride home. It's the least I can do, and I guess we should probably talk about.. you know... what happened."

This was too easy.

"Okay, sure. You can drive me home." I answer. He gives a slight nod of his head and heads out the doors. I follow suit to his car and make my way on the passenger side. He gets in as well and brings the car to life.

This is bound to be an interesting car ride.

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okay so maybe not as fulfilling as you'd hope buuutttt it's close enough

i love llove llooooovvee reading your guys comments they literally make me feel like what I'm doing is worth something and its just the sweetest thing ever so thank you

wow its 3 am and I'm not even tired. imma start on the next chapter and have it up soonish I guess

goodnight my lovelies

julia xx

[edited 1.3.17]