Dusk h.s.

Chapter 6

I bury my face in a mountain of pillows when I finally get home.

I check my phone to see a text from Hunter. My eyes go wide in shock. Once the text is opened, I confusingly read it.

Hey, I saw you talking to Styles. Stay away from him. He's bad news.

Huh? He's bad news? Well, he sure is rude. Maybe that's what Hunter's referring to.

I don't bother reading that much into it. Just worthless excuses to cause a large amount of trouble in my already damaged life.

I take a brief shower and wrap my hair in a thick white towel. I wrap another around my body, tucking it in to keep it secure as I stare at myself in the mirror.

Courtney's always telling me that I'm beautiful and that I have something to live for.

I just don't see it.

My eyes flicker over to a razor on the side of the sink. My hands quickly grasp it, popping the sharp razor blade out.

I look back up in the mirror, simply trying to find an answer in my own eyes. My eyes go down to my wrist as I place the blade on the end.

I stroll it across my wrist, creating a dark red line of blood. The blade cuts my skin smoothly and I bleed into the sink. Then another slash. Then another. And slowly, I feel my pain easing away.

When I get to school the next day, there is about 15 minutes until class actually starts. I guess I got here pretty early.

I decide to walk to a nice, large, grass patch outside my school. I lay down and just stare up at the sky, noticing it's beauty.

I think of my mother. Her beautiful, soft face looking down at me, watching me turn my life to hell. It's not like I want to be this way, but I can't help it. There's really nothing worth living for anymore.

I gently roll up my sleeve to reveal three smooth, clean cuts on my wrist that were made about 2 weeks ago.

I press them slightly, feeling a limited amount of pain. I sometimes wish I could just stay here, in this peaceful state forever.

I roll my sleeve down and place my arm at my side. My eyes close slightly. Why can't it be like this all the time? Peaceful. Beautiful.

"Having fun?"

I pop up instantly at the sound of a familiar British voice.

"What the hell?" I half scream. "Who the hell do you think you are? What are you doing here?"

"I'm here to sit." He says before sitting down next to me and then laying, mirroring my previous image. "Come on. Lay down."

"Sorry, but I was just leaving." I say, starting to push myself up, off the ground.

Fingers enclose around my wrist and gently pull me back down. "Come on. We still have 5 minutes."

"I don't want to talk to you."

"Well, too bad. I'm here and you're staying." He rudely states.

I sigh and lay back down next to him. Damn, this boy annoys me.

I see his head turn slightly and I know he's looking right at me.

"Can I help you?" I ask, never taking my attention off the blue sky.

"You're just so......."

"Depressing?"

"No....." He says, "Beautiful."

My brows furrow together and I look over at him. He continues to stare at me. Once this gets awkward, I look back up at the sky.

"We should get to class." I almost whisper.

"Yeah." He says, but doesn't make one simple movement in attempt to get up. He just stares at me.

When I finally get up, he mimics my actions and walks towards the school behind me.

When we get to class, he takes the seat in front of me. I find myself, once again, staring at the intense curls on.....whatever his first name is Styles' hair.

The class ends about 5 minutes before the bell is actually schedules to ring. Styles turns to look at me.

"Why are you always staring at me?" I ask.

"I already told you."

I sigh. "Well, it's creepy."

"Maybe I just find you interesting."

"You told me not to be flattered. You said you weren't looking at much."

"I said I was sorry."

"Okay, who are you and what do you want from me?"

"Sorry for trying to be friendly." He says.

"You're not friendly. You're rude and obnoxious. And besides, I don't need friends, and I certainly don't want you as one."

The bell rings momentarily as he angrily stares at me, almost looking kinda hurt.

I hurry out the classroom to my next class, bumping into Hunter on the way.

"Hey, what was with that text?" I ask.

"Just.....stay away from him, okay? You have no idea how dangerous he is."

Then he just leaves me at that and continues down the hallway toward his class. That was confusing.

I walk in my next class and take a seat.

Boring. It's just so boring in this dumbass classroom or any dumbass classroom......which is all the classrooms.

Before I know it, lunch arrives and I'm ready to be anti social again. I sit at a table alone. I decided to pack a lunch today, so I actually have my own food to eat rather than the school cafeteria's menu.

Surprisingly, Styles slides in front of me.

"Damnit! Will you just leave me alone? Can you not take a hint?"

"Oh no, I took the hint. I just chose not to listen." He shrugs casually and starts stirring his food.

"I don't want to hang out with you."

"Now that can't be true."

"How so?"

"Cause I know you find me totally irresistible."

I let out a loud laugh and he smiles. "Yeah....right." I remark.

We eat our lunch in silence. I'm still curious to why he's actually associating with me. What will his friends think? They seem to be taking an interest in our table with all their stares.

"Your friends are staring." I say, nodding my head in the direction of the multiple heads turned this way.

He turns his head to look at his friends and gives them a small wave before turning back to me.

I hear multiple whistles coming from their table.

"What's that all about?"

"They think I'm getting with you." He shrugs, like that's completely normal.

"Ew, no."

He laughs slightly. The bell rings, ending this awkward lunch.

"So, I guess I'll see you around?" He asks.

"Well, it is school."

He laughs before heading away from me, over to his group of friends.

What is wrong with him? He wants to hang out with me? I literally don't even know his name, and I doubt he knows mine.

This is weird.