"Why, why, why??" The three letters circling my mind. Why didn't I just let him keep my damn sketch book?
I walked off. Ignoring the laughter from his stupid, stereotypical jock friends. As I walked away I unlocked my car. Almost running when I noticed him following me to my car.
"Stalker much?" I asked in a smart-ass tone.
"Shut up, I know you love me" he smirks. Passing me and jumping into my car.
"What the hell do you think your doing?"
"Going on our date" he smiled big.
I sighed, already knowing there is no way I could get him out of my car. I got in and started to drive. It only took 10 seconds of driving away from the school before he put his hand on my thigh.
"Don't you think you should at least get me drunk before you make a move?" I asked with a raised eyebrow. He said nothing. He leans over and starts to kiss my neck. I swerve a bit. "What the fuck Harry?!"
I pull over, staring at him. His hand still on my thigh.
"What?" He looked at me confused. "I know you like me Maddie. Say you don't all you want. We both know you do." he smirks again.
