You're my Kryptonite | H.S

33 - ♪ Invisible scars ♪

Mackenzie's POV

Panic overwhelms me as I walk through the halls of my brand new school. Others stare at me like I'm some alien from outer space.

Great! I feel so welcomed! Not.

Gosh, I wish all these nitwits would stop with the oddball staring and mind their own business.

Some girls were eying me like I had done something seriously wrong, while others were screaming and fan girling ... which was odd, since I'm not famous or popular or anything of the sort.

Maybe it's because I'm recognized as Harry Styles' new girlfriend. Great, more attention to myself!

Meanwhile, the guys were seriously checking me out, like I was some sexy bitch from another planet. News flash to all those assholes: I'm not.

I'm just me. I try to be as unique as possible, unlike those rich snobs who tried to hog all of Harry's fame. I'm not like those whores.

At least ... I don't think so.

I shuffl through the halls in an attempt to find my locker. When I did, on it, I found a note, saying:

Welcome to our humble educational institute, miss Mackenzie Star. This is where your start will be, everything required for your entire year is in this locker. Good luck - Mrs Peterson (Headmistress)

Great, now I'm attracting more attention to myself by getting this note. And I already have everything I need this year.

I opened my locker door and so much stuff fell out. I reached down to pick it all up when I realized what it all was. Chocolates, flowers, jewelry ... car keys!? I don't have a car. Let alone a license.

There was another note inside. I smiled at the name of the person.

It's all for you, love. From Harry (obviously ^-^) Oh, and by the way, your car will be sent to your house in a day or two, might wanna get a license soon.

I giggle when suddenly, I feel an overwhelming presence towering over me. I turn around only to meet the face of a true jerk.

"Hello," I mutter. "Will."

"Mackenzie!" he exclaims. "Surprising to see you here! I didn't know you lived in Canada now."

He must be stalking me, otherwise why would he be here and not in New York. That ... that douche bag!

"Stop stalking me!" I screamed.

As I strutted past him, he grabbed my hand and dragged me into ...

The janitor's closet!?

He locked the door and slammed my body against the shelf. I let out a whimper, which he covered up by placing his hand over my mouth.

Smells like pavement and concrete. What was he doing? Cleaning the ground, or something? Couldn't he have washed his hands after?

"Look, I'm gonna be blunt with you." he whispered.

I bit his finger, making him groan and pull away for a while.

My chance to escape!

I ran towards the door, only to be pushed against it. I whimpered, but it was no use. He was just too strong for me to escape. His nails dug deep into my back, making me scream from the pain.

Harry, I wish you were here!

"I don't want to cause you much harm," he mumbles. "But you should have chosen me over Harry. Now you'll have to face the consequences. And know this, I'm not alone in this mission."