~ Samantha's POV ~

I finished putting on the rest of my lip gloss and was ready. I'm super extremely nervous about me and Harry's date. He's so hot, and nice, and he doesn't seem to hate my guts. That's a good sign, considering my last school.

I cringed at the thought. Thank god my dad was nice when I told him about my problems. After I explained everything he insisted we move, and I switch schools.

The doorbell rang and I jumped. I quickly ran from my room down the stairs and opened the door.

"Woah! Hi Sammy." Harry said. I smiled a bit embarrassed causing me to blush, and you know. Awkward.

"Why so...." I finished his sentence.

"Out of breath, and abrupt? Yeah we should leave before my dad gets home." I said while stepping out and shutting the door behind me.

"Why?" He asked while holding his hand out to me.

"He's not the happiest when it comes to me being with boys..." I trailed off. I great fully accepted his hand and he led me to his car.

"Oh. Well you look absolutely stunning tonight" he kissed my hand before opening his car door for me to get in.

"Thank you." I blush. I slide in the passenger seat and await for Harry to join me in the drivers. I hear another car pull up into the driveway and notice it as my dad's truck.

"Dammit! Harry hurry." I said while he st k the keys int he ignition.

I looked back over to. Dad and his eyes were locked on me. Shit shit shit. He started walking towards the car and knocked on the window angrily.

"Harry please please just drive!" I pleaded.

"He's your father, Samantha." He rolled down the window on my side and I shut my eyes closed.

"Samantha Jane Rindon what the hell are you doing with him?" I glanced at Harry who was smiling at my dad.

"This is Harry. My friend from school." I said hoping he wouldn't lash out. That would suck.

"I don't care who he is. I want to know what he is doing with my daughter." He snapped back. He grabbed my arm aggressively through the car window and opened the car door.

"Now, your going to go inside and wait for me in your room." He gritted in my ear.

"Mr. Rindon, I think you should let go of her arm." Harry said while getting out of the car.

"And I think you should stay of of our business." He snapped back. I looked up at my dad with pleading eyes.

"Harry just go. I'll talk to you later. I'm sorry about this." I said to him.

"No! I'm not leaving he could hurt you." Harry stated while walking closer to us. My dad let go of me harshly and shoved past me.

"What I do with my daughter is none of your concern."

"Yeah, it is because she's my girlfriend." My mouth gaped at Harry's words. Girlfriend? I was his girlfriend? How come I didn't know about this!?

"No, Samantha doesn't have boyfriends! Not after what happened last year." My dad responded, I could see the concern in his expression.

"Dad! Let's not bring that up please!" I fought.

"You didn't tell him?" I shook my head no.

"Of course not! But now I guess I have to!" I responded angrily.

"Dad, go inside please! I'll tell him okay? Just alone." My dad breathed out heavily before nodding his head. He stormed inside and I put my head in my hands.

"What is he talking about?" Harry asked while placing his hand on my shoulder.

"My old school" I said.

"It might just be me but, it sounds rather serious..." He trailed off. I nodded my head and wiped the few years that had fallen.

"Can we talk in the car?" I whispered. He nodded his head and led me back to his car. After he had sat in the drivers seat my heart rate increased.

"So...?" He asked as nicely as possibly.

"At my old school, I dated this guy... We had been dating for about half a year, and he said he loved me. I told him that I loved him back, and after he was always trying to get me to sleep with him. He then told everyone that I had sex with him, all the time and that I as great in bed. Every ther guy in school started hitting on me and trying to seduce me. Once everyone realized I wouldn't put out for them I became the school slut, everyone was saying I was sleeping with them, or that I was pregnant. Long story short, that year was the worst year of my life. I never thought that people could be so cruel, and be so low that they have to lie about sleeping with someone else, or lie about loving another person. I actually loved him, but it was just a sick joke to get onto my pants."

~ Harry's POV ~

Oh. My. God. He told her he loved her just to get into her pants. Is that not exactly the point of our game? I have never had a victim that was bullied before. Wait bullying? Yeah, that's what they did to her. They bullied her. My heart rate increased, and my chances of winning decreased.

"That's awful Samantha." I had no idea what to say to her.

"Yeah, now you can kind of see why my dad doesn't like me around boys..." She said. I nodded my head.

"How did you deal with it?" I asked her.

"That's a totally different story. For a different day. I'm not sharing that with you right after I just finished explaining my hell of a year." I looked at her straight in the eyes and they had glossed over.

"Please." I begged.

"Drinking, drugs, attempt at suicide, you know. All of that stuff." I took her face in my hands and she looked up to me.

"Not all guys are like that." I whispered.

"I know that... Did you mean what you said about me being your girlfriend?" She asked, hopeful. My heart shattered. Remember Harry, this is only a game.

"Yes." I pulled her face closer to mine and kissed her lips.

It has never been this hard before.

Notes

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