Chapter9

#Chapter9

Cryssy's P.O.V.

I probably shouldn't have driven, considering how angry I was. My body was warm with anger and my muscles were tense. I just really wanted to punch Harry. But, at the same time, something else was sparking up inside me. It was a type of pain I wasn't very used to. Kind of like when the guy I like kisses another girl, or getting dumped. I've never really felt it before because I've always tried to distance myself, yet here I am. Heart beating fast merely because someone I cared about thought I was some shitty gold digger. I didn't know why it hurt, though. I don't love him. Hell, I liked him nothing more than a friend.

He was a sarcastic ass-hole who dosen't care about anyone . . . with a cute dimpled smile and amazing eyes. Okay. Stop.I tried to shake it off. I felt nothing for Harry but friendship, and it would stay that way because what other feelings would matter when he thought I was a shitty person to begin with?