He's No Good

He No Good

Harry is the bad boy, player type at my school. He always was and always will. He's gotten so many girls pregnant and just just left them. He's had so many one night stands it was just horrible. And I was the only girl that hated him.

I walked into the girls to fix my make-up. I guess I was one of the pretty girls at my school. I had long, flowing blonde hair with bright blue eyes and long eyelashes. I'm really tiny but tall. I've had many dates but not a boyfriend. I put more mascara on and some lipgloss then walked out.

I walked to my locker and saw my best friends Aaron and Sammy waiting there. It's like a tradition. Sammy was really pretty also. She had blonde hair too with blue, pink and purple dip dyped ends. She has green eyes and the same body as me.

Aaron has blue eyes and messy brown hair which he flips the the front up into a mini quiff. He has tan skin and a body that fits him so well. Whenever he wears a t-shirt, which is all the time because we live in Florida, the sleeves wrap tightly around his perfect arms but is loose at his stomach. He's the ladies man of the school I guess.

There is a lot of popular people in school but they are separated into little groups. Every group dates a person from a different group. It's always been like that. I've gone out with a lot of the boys, including Aaron a couple times but it was nothing serious. We though there was sparks but there wasnt.

The only person I refuse to go out with is Styles. Everyone calls him that. It rolls off the tongue better than Harry Styles. He's a player and everyone knows it. He accepts it. It's part of him. I find it disgusting.

"Hey, what's up?" Aaron says. I open my locker and grab my books and phone.

"Nothing. Just can't believe Styles has another girlfriend. Wasn't he just dating Miranda?"

"Nah, they broke up yesterday." Sammy said.

I scuffed. That man-whore. Aaron wrapped his arm around my shoulders and pulled me in closer.

"Come on. Lets go."

We walked down the halls with everyone staring. The usual. I saw Zayn Malik and Niall Horan flirting with some sluts on the other side of the hall way. I turned my head and looked over to Liam Payne and Louis Tomlinson talking to the rest of their football team.

Hm, Styles isnt in the halls today. Sammy was at some boys locker batting her eyes and twirling her hair. Aaron still had his arm around me.

"Look out." He whispered in my ear. I looked in the direction he was looking and saw Styles strutting down the hallway. Every single girl was mesmerized by him. He pretended he didn't know notice but I could tell he loved it. He loved it when girls did anything for him. It made him think he had power.

I rolled my eyes. Aaron laughed. He loved it when I was annoyed. That's one of the things I hate about him. He some times fuels my hate fire.

"Ce, calm down." He chuckled. "It's only Styles."

"No. I won't calm down. He's horrible and he treats women like dogs." I was staring right at him along with everyone else. He had his eyes glued on me and suddenly everyone was watching both of our every moves.

"Hey, Cece" Styles said coming really close to me smirking.

I rolled my eyes. It's the smirk he always uses.

"What do you want, Dickweed?"

"Feisty one I see." He laughed lightly.

"Get to the damn point." I said irritated.

"You. Me. Date tonight. See you at 8:30."

I rolled my eyes. I can't believe he actually just asked me out. I mean he know perfectly well I hate him with a burning passion. I look around the room. Girls were giving me the evil eye and boys were giving that jealous look. I looked at Aaron. He was laughing silently to himself. I was still in his embrace. I elbowed him in the rib and he stopped laughing.

I finally answered Styles. "No." I said proud. "No I'm not going on a date with you and no I will not see you at 8:30. Good bye, Styles." Aaron and I walked down the hall with everyone watching us.