Toxic.

Chapter 13

PEACH...AND LIME...DAIQUIRI

^^WHAT SONG ARE THESE LYRICS FROM?^^

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Bree's POV

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"What are you doing here?" I asked as Coach Jameson was standing at my door.

"I came to see you." He replied.

"But, uh, youre, uh, you're my coach." I stuttered.

"So, may I come in?" he asked and I let him through.

"Seriously, why are you here."

"I seriously came to see you."

"Why?" I asked closing the door and sitting on my bed.

"Well we both know how we feel. I see the way you look at me and bite your lip. You couldn't stop blushing my first day. "

"You're right but you don't look at me the same way."

"That's where you're wrong. I do look at you but I don't want people to be suspicious. I like you and I know it's wrong but, you can't fight feelings." he spoke.

"But I have a boyfriend."

"Well just promise that you'll kiss me right now. And if you feel nothing, I won't either."

I nodded and he leaned in.

I kissed him and I felt a little spark, ok... maybe a lot but it doesn't matter.

We released the kiss.

"Well?" He asked.

"I'm sorry." I said putting my head down.

"It's okay, but I'll be your friend for now and call me if you need me.

"Alright" I said, both of us getting up and hugging.

After Coach Jameson left I decided to go on instagram.

I went on the X factor's profile and saw a picture of Harry.

"What the frick?"

I whispered at what I was looking at.

It was a picture of Harry and another blonde girl kissing.

I can't believe this.

I thought I actually could trust him.

I forgave him too soon.

I decided to call him.

"Hello?" he answered.

"Hi"

"What's wrong babe"

"You!" I screamed crying.

"What?"

"You fricking asshole! I thought I could trust you but you go and cheat on me again with some stupid ass blonde! I'm done harry! It's over I'm done with all your shit."

"What?"

"You should make sure people don't get pictures of you making out with other people and posting them.!"

"Bree let me explain!"

"No Harry. It's too late I'm done with you. Good luck." I said then hanging up.

I let myself feel bad for one second, than I stopped.

I called Coach Jameson.

Leah's POV