Trouble // hs

2

Lunch.

It's finally here. I made it. Barely, but I made it all the same.

I say goodbye to one of my countless balding teachers like the goody two shoes I now am, and hurry down the hallway to the cafeteria.

"Hey Tara!"

I stop in my tracks and turn to face the caller, Mike, the epitome of your stereotypical jock. Tall, athletic, 'perfectly' coiffed brown hair. He might even be attractive if he wasn't such a douche. He's followed by his usual crew of airhead jocks.

What a surprise.

"Hey Mike." I reply in a cheery tone with the fakest smile I can muster, plastered across my face. "What's up?"

"How was your Summer Tara?" He asks amusedly, "Read any good books? Read over some notes?"

"Actually yes! How did you know?" The sarcasm is practically dripping from each word at this point. "You know we could talk about it some more, but I wouldn't want to sound self absorbed. How was your Summer Mike?"

"Actually, it was great! Lots of parties, lots of girls, lots of sex. Not that you'd know anything about that though."

He seems pretty smug with his answer as his friends laugh behind him, but I just can't hold it in any more, and I burst out laughing directly into his face. Usually I'd just continue with my good girl act and continue with my day, but it's been a while I'm bored with that now.

"I think I know a lot more than you'd think Mike." I reply, equally as smug.

After a moment of shock, Mike regains his composure.

"Oh really?" He asks snickering, "Why don't you prove it?"

By this point a small crowd has gathered to witness the stand off, and a hushed silence falls upon them while I deliberate my answer. Taking him up on his offer would mean dropping the whole image that I have spent the past year or so building up in this school. No one here knows the real me, not even my small group of friends know me completely. Although, I'm always up for some fun, and this will most definitely be fun.

"Ok. How do I prove it?"

Mike is stunned, and turns to his own friends in disbelief. The small crowd that has gathered all look amazed and begin to whisper amongst themselves. Despite all of the commotion, I'm still waiting on an answer when all of a sudden, someone from the back of the crowd speaks up.

"Party at my house. Tonight."

The crowd parts to reveal that the speaker was Zayn Malik, and beside him is Harry Styles. They were famous amongst the school and wider area as 'bad boys', similar to my old group of friends. They were covered in tattoos and piercings and were known for causing trouble. My type of guys.

"Nah, I don't think she could handle it mate, and I don't want to be baby sitting her the whole night." Harry chimes in.

Now this gets my attention, I'm always up for proving someone wrong.

"I'll be there."

Harry's smirk is wiped clean off of his face, while Zayn's stays firmly in place.

"Ok see you there." He winks before addressing the increasingly large crowd gathered, "Everyone's invited." He calls, before walking away.

Harry leaves me with one last scowl before following Zayn, while I leave the group of stunned teenagers, including Mike, staring after me in disbelief as I continue my walk to the cafeteria.

Tonight should be interesting.

A/N: These first two chapters have sort of been a bit of background info, but the party's next!! The chapters should get longer now that I've got some of the boring stuff out of the way. This is where it starts getting good ;)