My Kind Of Love

Chapter 37 Betrayals

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**Bea’s POV**

I shift uncomfortably against the cold leather of the car seat as Casper and I drive in total awkward silence. I turn my head and examine her face. Her features are scrunched up as if she ate something sour and her teeth are nibbling on her bottom lip aggressively; she is holding back a cry.

“Are you okay?” I manage to finally speak after gathering some courage. I can’t tell what is going on in her mind, and it is making me nervous. Just like Harry it’s hard to tell what runs in her mind. A million things race through my head, as she takes long to respond. I feel guilty. Just as everything worked out with Harry and I this happens to Casper and Zayn. Could she possibly be mad or jealous about that?

I clear my throat again as she doesn’t even bother answering, her eyes were to focused on the road, a big crease formed on her forehead still trying to hold back the tears. “I… Um… Is there anything I can do Casper?”

She lets out a sarcastic cackle making me cringe. “Are you able to beat that pink haired bitch up?” I laugh at her rhetorical question and feel a sense of relieve come through me to finally see a bit of humour in that crazy girl. I think back on how ever since we were just little girls Casper always was the hot-tempered one. Always breaking the rules, running away from home and coming to mine for the night and always arguing with her parents. Casper and her parents never had the greatest friendship because them being the modest sophisticated people, it is quite difficult for her to fit in. One day she just had enough of their criticism and took all the money she had and bought her own apartment in the city, which we now share.

“Seriously I think you should get help for blanking out all the time!” Casper says annoyed while waving her hand in my face. Great another mood swing…

I sigh and quickly suggest something to cheer her up. “We can go and get your favourite takeout if you want?” She rolls her eyes at me and sharply says. “I knew your lame ass would suggest something like that”. My chest stings from her rude remark causing anger to bubble up in my chest.

“I don’t need to be here if you’re going to be so rude!” I snap back shocked at myself just as much as it shocked her. Ever since Harry came into my life, despite the break we had I have seem to gotten an attitude instead of always being quiet and pushed around.

"Fuck! I’m just so pissed off that Zayn could have not waited a little longer to fuck me instead of that anorexic slut.” She lets out a high-pitched screech while slapping the wheel hard. I stare at her knuckles turning a bright red and soon dissolve into a faint shade of white from the blood loss in her veins. It’s just so ironic seeing that she’s screwed every guy on campus but calls Roxy a slut. I wouldn’t dare say this to her face though or else god knows what she would do.

“Casper why don’t you just admit you have feelings for him! It’s not hard and if he doesn’t feel the same way well join the club because everyone knows Harry doesn’t feel anything special for me.” My own words sting as I realize, yes Harry does care for me yet he hasn’t asked me out to be his girlfriend nor has he said how strong his feelings are for me. I just want to beat myself for liking someone who doesn’t even want to commit to me, yet here I am praying that Harry, the bad boy on campus who sleeps with every girl can have a real connection with me. I don’t want to let myself believe that he is only using me and I always tell myself don’t let him get to you but it’s like every time I see him he destroys the mental barrios I have built to protect myself from his wicked mind games.

Once again lost in thought I get snapped at by Casper. “I don’t have feelings for Zayn! I’m not as soft and naïve like you, thinking I could have a relationship with someone like those boys. The group of boys that do drugs, have sex every night with a different girl and just don’t fucking care about how they can hurt people!” By the end of the sentence she is pure out yelling as tears escape her puffy red eyes. I feel the tears start to pile up but I tell myself not to cry and try to be brave for once.

“Why won’t you fucking admit it? You wouldn’t have beat up Roxy if you didn’t have feelings for him Casper!” Suddenly I clamp my hands over my mouth and realize I have once again said too much.

She heaves a heavy breath and tightens her grip around the stirring wheel. “R-Roxy? Don’t tell me you fucking know that whore!” She screams as I flinch. Never has she been this angry towards anyone or me. What will she do if I admit to her that I do know and favour Roxy?

“I-I’m not sure if it even was her.” I stammer nervously. Have I always been a terrible liar? Yes. I start nervously fiddling with my fingers.

She lets out an angry groan. “You’re lying… You’re picking at your nails. And c’mon how many fucking girls do you know with pink hair.” She is right, I don’t know anybody expect Roxy who has pink hair.

“So what if I fucking know her!” Everything becomes an absolute dead silence after those harsh words leave my lips and Casper lowers her head with a pained look on her face. “I-I met her at the beach party Myles invited me to and she is actually quite nice to me.” I try to make my words brave and harsh like hers but they only end up coming out broken and weak.

She gives me a glare and starts to shout again. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me? That bitch fucked Zayn and you’re telling me you guys are now the bestest of friends!” I hate how she over exaggerates everything I say. If she didn’t really have feelings for Zayn she wouldn’t have cared if they had sex and dropped the subject.

The tears start to run one by one down my cheeks as I start to beg. “Please just don’t make a big deal about it! Harry is going to kill me!”

“What do you fucking mean Harry? How is he involved? What are you not telling me Bea?” The questions start pouring out of her and I start to feel very overwhelmed. She doesn’t know about the gangs or anything so obviously she is confused that I mentioned Harry in this.

“Bea can you fucking pay attention to me!” She yells as I let out a loud whimper. Suddenly something in me snaps and a rush goes through my body that I never felt before and I am in no longer control of what leaves my swollen lips. “You know what Casper! You’re not my only friend! What am I suppose to do when you are having sex with the whole male population at Campus?” A sharp breath escapes her lips as she quickly hits the breaks and pulls over to the side of the road, earning her a few honks from other drivers.

I start mentally screaming at myself to shut up by the words wont stop pouring out of me. “Do you expect me to sit at home and stare at the wall while you’re off doing god knows what with some random guy. So what if I’m friends with her!” My throat is dry and sore by the end of my sentence and my heart is racing so fast I can feel the drumming in my ears.

She looks into my eyes as if she had just been stabbed and quietly whispers. “This isn’t you Bea. It’s Harry that is doing this to you.” Her voice quickly starts to rise and the sadness turns into anger. “He is manipulating you and changing you to what he wants you to be!” I try not to believe the things she is saying about Harry, I try and not let her words get to me but I fail as I break into another fit of sobs.

“He isn’t changing me!” I yell out while pulling at my hair, my face hot from my tears.
She lets out a fake laugh and starts to speak. “You fucking called me a slut Bea! Do you think two months ago before you met him you would have ever said that to me? Especially to the girl that takes care of you and acts like your mother to protect you!” I say nothing as I realize she is right and I cannot say anything against it.

“You know what just get out!” She yells pointing to the door and unlocking it.
I stare at her wide-eyed, my vision blurry from the tears. “W-what?” I manage to stutter.

She keeps pointing to the door and yells. “You heard me! Get out of my car.” I continue to stare at her as if she was crazy. “Now!” She screeches and I angrily collect my stuff. Once out the car I slam the door as hard as I can and stare at her blue corvette race off down the street. Something cold touches my forehead, and then my shoulder and then my cheek. Oh great it obviously has to start raining.

I think of nothing better to do and start to cry from the aching pain in my chest. My friendship is in great jeopardy and the boy I have strong feelings for might only be using me. My emotions take over and my knees feel weak as I slowly crumble to the cold wet cement floor and bawl like a little baby.

The people passing by give me dirty glares as they quickly run by me to get away from the rain. I must look like a prostitute only wearing Harry’s shirt and boxers.
I shove the words that Casper said about Harry in the back of my mind and try to ignore it. Lying to myself that it isn’t true. The tears slowly start to stop but the aching in my chest continues to remain there. I lay my forehead against the dirty sidewalk and let out an angry scream.

I shove the thought of Casper never wanting to talk me again for what I said to her, in the back of my mind and wipe the raindrops off my phone screen. Slowly I pick myself up and as if my brain goes blank my body takes over. As if my fingers weren’t a part of my body and control I find myself dialling a phone number I would have least expected to call especially after what just happened.

After a few agonizing minutes of shivering and crying in the rain I see a black Range Rover pull up beside me. Without even caring about the pouring rain he runs out of his car, quickly pulls me to his chest and wraps me in a warm embrace that I feel my insides melt from. My teeth start to chatter as I feel the heat radiate off of his warm body and I realize how cold I am.

“Baby…” Harry coos into my ear while holding me tightly against his chest. As if his words were a trigger, I loose it and completely break down while gripping the fabric on his chest for dear life. My knees start to go numb from the cold and I slowly feel myself loose control of them.

“H-Harry.” I manage to sob out as he quickly grabs my bags and places his strong arm under my legs, swinging me into the air with ease and such grace. The drops from his wet curls slowly fall against my neck as I wrap my arms tightly around him.

He places me gently in the passenger seat but quickly before he can walk to the other side I grip onto his hand never wanting to loose contact with him.

He gives it a tight squeeze before gently whispering in my ear. “I wont leave you doll.”

**Zayn’s POV**

My mind was buzzing from everything that just happened. I had just yelled at Casper to leave after witnessing a very foolish fight of hair being pulled and harsh slaps across the face being given. Casper wasn’t such a bad fighter especially throwing those punches at a girl like Roxy who has a few years of training. But what I was most freaked out by was the way Casper reacted when she saw Roxy, the way she lunged at her at the sight of wearing my shirt. Was she jealous because maybe she has feelings for me? No, I have heard many things about Casper but settling down just wasn’t her thing.

Suddenly I’m snapped out of my thoughts as Roxy comes back from the kitchen with an icepack placed under her jaw. Her face is pretty fucked up too as I noticed a large bruise starting to form under her cheekbone and a claw mark on her chin. “Who the fuck was that, your new fuck buddy?” She snaps and immediately it pisses me off the way she talks about Casper.

“Fuck! It doesn’t matter, I think you should just leave Roxanne.” I snap trying to hide any sign of affection that I might feel towards Casper. Yes, I admit it I might feel something for her. Maybe because she’s so good under the covers, I lie to myself.

“She was the one ready to kill me! So why do I have to be leaving too?” A few months ago that voice was music to my ears but now it’s just an obnoxious sound that makes me cringe. You could get away with many things but sleeping with Jason my number one enemy completely crossed the line and destroyed any affection I felt towards her.

I turn away from her and coldly say. “Just pack your shit and leave.” It slightly stings to say that to someone you used to love but having Roxanne around would cause too much drama. Especially Harry who already has so much shit on his plate with the gang and problems with Jason.

“But… Alright.” She sadly says while walking past me as her faint sweet smell fills my nose and goes to gather her things. I just keep staring as I watch her struggle trying to hold the ice pack against her swollen jaw and to pack her bag. The longer I stair the longer I feel the burning ache in my chest expand and guilt take over.

“Shit!” I curse under my breath and she jolts her head towards me with a worried look. I clear my throat and firmly say. “Ill pay for your motel and talk to Harry since you have no other choice.” Joy fills her eyes as she quickly thanks me and gathers the final stuff and puts it in her bag.

“Can I borrow your phone for a sec?” She questions hesitantly before I give it to her and grab her bag.

“Meet me outside.” I mumble quietly before leaving my flat and waiting in my car. I think back hard on these past 24 hours and how so much has changed. I thought Casper would be a ‘fuck and go’ but after spending that night with her I just need her more and more. It worries me because I haven’t felt this way about anyone since Roxanne.

“Fuck!” I yell as I slam my hands hard on the wheel, wincing at the pain. It only hits me now how I may have fucked it up with her, possible chances with her. Yet I didn’t even sleep with Roxanne today but that must be what it looked like when she first saw her wearing my shirt. People take Harry and I as the same type of guy, thinking we only do hook-ups and try to avoid any affection but I am not like Harry. Yes I do like the often one-night stands but it is nice to be with a girl who genuinely feels the same way for you. I just use my bad boy exterior to hide this side of me. Only Roxanne saw that side of me, my most vulnerable side. My thoughts get disturbed as I see her running to my car while trying to cover herself up from the rain, her pink hair that I was so fond of before flies in every direction. She quickly gets in and hands me my phone while thanking me one more time. Who was so important that she had to talk to? I push my curiosity to the side.

She tries to make conversation but I quickly shut her down because I was in no mood to talk. The pain in my chest only expanded at the thought of Casper and the urge to text her grew bigger. Yet I knew better and should give her some time to cool down. Maybe she does feel the same way as I do if she reacted like that at the sight of Roxy. Maybe… Just maybe.

“What will you tell Harry? He won’t trust me especially since I did work for Jason.” She questions with a very tense voice. Shit I didn’t even think of that yet. Harry will freak out and god knows what he will do. Calling him on the phone before didn’t do me any good either as he just raged at me for even helping her.

I try changing the subject and question. “You didn’t tell me exactly why you left his gang.”

“I-Uh. I don’t know.” She starts to stutter suspiciously. Roxy quickly clears her throat and continues. “He isn’t a person that can be trusted…”

Before I can even stop myself the words spill out of my mouth. “Maybe you should have realized that before you fucked him.” I quickly bite down hard on my lips as she looks at me with wide eyes, and then a pained expression. “I-I’m sorry, it just came out…” I awkwardly stammer while scratching the back of my head and avoiding her beautiful gaze.

“It doesn’t matter, I deserve it.” She looks down sadly at her hands trying to avoid my gaze before I bring my fingers to her chin so she can face me.

I stare at her for a while, examining her soft features before I say. “Don’t speak like that okay? I will speak to Harry and try to convince him to get you back in.” I couldn’t believe what I was saying. After being cheated on and betrayed I still cared for her and didn’t want her to wonder the streets without any money.

We arrive to her motel and I hand her some money so she can enough have for the week. “Thanks again Zayn and I am so sorry for the trouble I caused.” She sweetly says to me before kissing my cheek and getting out of the car.

She turns around to walk but I quickly pull down the window and shout. “Ey Roxy!” She turns her head around causing her pink hair to bounce in perfect locks. “Ill texts you in a few days to let you know about the plan with Harry.” She smiles and nods as I stare at her walking off back to the motel.

**Roxy’s POV**

He actually bought it I sigh in relief to myself. A nauseous feeling fills my stomach as all I can think about how I am betraying him once again. I would kill to be his girlfriend again but I know he will never accept me especially since it looks like he has a new whore in his life. My fists clench as I think about how she attacked me just because I was wearing Zayn’s shirt.

My thoughts get disturbed as I hear a loud bang at my door. That can be only one person. I open the door and in storms Jason looking pretty angry yet I explained to him everything that happened on Zayn’s phone. Obviously he needed more time to cool off.

“So tell me again who was this fucking slut that wrecked our plan?” He yells causing me to flinch at the sight of his muscles contract around his neck.

“I don’t know, Zayn said something like Jasper… Wait no it was Casper!” His eyes go wide and a grin forms on his lips.

He gives out a cocky laugh before speaking. “Casper the whore on Campus! Haven’t had chances to do her yet.” I stay silent by his remark as he continues speaking. “Anyways, who gives a shit if she interfered with the plan because Zayn still promise to discuss you joining with Harry right?” I nod my head as a satisfied smile appears on his face for once.

“Excellent. You remember the rest of the plan after that.” I nod before a sad look appears on my face. He seems to notice and quickly grab my chin between his big hands.

“Is that guilt I see, Roxanne?” He spits in my face before continuing. “For fuck sake just forget about Zayn. Remember you are the one that cheated and betrayed Harry after all and you will do it again so this plan can succeed.” I push his grip off of me before yelling at him to stop. This is who he is and what he does. He manipulates people to get his way by hitting their weak points and slowly destroying them.

He grabs me by my wrist and pushes me against the wall. I try to push him off but he starts his assault at my neck and slowly working his way up behind my ear. My hips buck off the wall as I feel his large member grind against my core. I try to stop him but as if working magic on me I become putty in his hands letting him take control.

“Roxanne you wouldn’t want to be a naughty little girl and disobey my orders.” He huskily whispers into my ear before slipping his hand down into my panties. I cry out as he immediately slips two fingers into me and slowly starts to thrusts. “You know you will get all the money you want and need once you ruin Harry and accomplish your task. His words send shivers down my spine as I grip onto his neck for support while he continues thrusting his fingers into me.

As if being controlled again by his spell I seductively say. “Don’t I always?” He lets out a cheeky groan while removing his hand from my panties. I whimper at the sudden loss of his touch in me. Jason places his hands on my hips and slowly pushes me down on the bed.

“I think it’s time for you to be rewarded.” He growls.

Notes

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