Sex Pistols - One Direction Fanfiction

Nothing to stop it

I slowly opened my eyes to the sound of the curtains being pulled back and the glare of the morning sun beaming on my face. "Go away." I groaned.

"Jade, get out of this bed! You have school!" My mom stated. I huffed as I slammed a pillow over my head and buried myself deeper into the covers. "Don't make me do it." My mom warned. I groaned as a response. I felt the warm covers being ripped from my body and a cold draft making little bumps form all over my small body.

"Mom!" I groaned.  

"I warned you! Now get up and get ready! Breakfast is ready and Ryan said if you weren't ready today, he wasn't giving you a ride." My mom stated before leaving my room and closing the door behind her. I rolled my eyes as I got out of my bed and stumbled towards my bathroom. I slammed the bathroom door behind me before going to the tub and turning the water on. I stripped out of my cloths, throwing them in the cloths hamper. I climbed into the tub and let the hot water run down my body as a soothing feeling washed over me. Yep, so this is a typical morning for me. Getting yelled at, getting the covers yanked from my body, and being threatened that if I'm late I won't have a ride.

My names Jade Jett 

but my friends call me, J. I'm 17 and currently living in Holmes Chapel, Cheshire. Im from the states but my mom moved my brother and I here at a very young age when she remarried. Typically, that marriage went down the drain but yet for some reason im still living here. I'm currently in year eleven of high school and can't wait to get out of that hell hole. I have my driver's license...but don't have the money for a car...and my mom won't buy me one. I'm not the popular girl at school...actually, I'm far from it. I have a small group of friends that I can tell absolutely everything to and that treat me more like family then my real family. My mom and brother are all I've ever had, and that isn't saying much. My dad left when I was 6 months old and has never been a part of my life. My mom goes out all the time and brings in random guys, but you get used to it. My brother, Ryan, is 18 and is a senior in high school. He's a huge prep, actually the most popular guy at our school. It's sad when your own brother makes fun of you at school...he's one of the main reasons why people treat me the way they do. He once lied and told everyone that I was adopted...so now people think I'm just a lame orphan...worst feeling. My mom hasn't been much of a difference either. One night she brought home a guy...and passed out because she was drunk and then the guy came into my room. I was only 8...But I won't go into that story. I've had to learn to be a fighter and stick up for myself, because I knew my family wouldn't...if you'd even call that a family.

I finished in the shower before grabbing a towel and wrapping it around my body as a cold draft hit me once again this morning. I shivered as I walked out of the bathroom and into my closet. I slipped into some undies, a bra, tight skinny jeans, a "The Beatles" shirt and then my black converse. I walked back into the bathroom and started drying my hair. My natural hair was straight, so I didn't have to do much to it. I brushed it out as it fell onto my shoulders and flowed down my back. I put on some slight facial makeup and then a TON of eye liner and mascara, even though I'm not a popular girl, I don't wanna scar people for life with my real look. I deodorized myself, brushed my teeth, and sprayed myself with some hot rocks from VS, my favorite. I slipped my iPhone into my pant pocket, slung my book bag on my back and walked downstairs. I slammed my book bag down on the couch and walked into the kitchen. Ryan was setting at the kitchen bar playing on his phone with one hand and eating fruity pebbles with his other. I rolled my eyes as I walked over to the cabinets and pulled out a white bowl. I sat it down on the bar and grabbed the fruity pebble box. "What the hell are you doing?" Ryan snapped.