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Chapter One - School of Hell

CHAPTER ONE

HARRY'S POV

I groaned into my pillow as I pressed the snooze button for the 20th time this morning. Fuck this day. Monday. First day of school and I already miss summer. Finally deciding to get ready for the dreadful day, I headed to the shower to have a quick bath.

As usual, I dressed in my simple black Rolling Stones shirt and my skinny jeans. Just like that, I was done. My evil brother on the other hand, spends 85% of his morning routine with his "outfit of the day" and his "perfect curls" to get the "girls". More like those bimbos who doesn't even have self respect. They practically throw their selves at Ed. I hate Ed. He hates me as well. Same thing for the past 4 years.

I waited in the driver seat for what seemed like hours now, waiting for Ed to finally come. He rushed out the door and to the driver seat. Still fixing his hair for his bimbos. I took the advantage of him not taking the time to put his seatbelt on as I pulled out of the driveway going at a great speed and pulling into a sudden halt when we reached the first intersection. Ed ended up hurting his head, a red bump starting to form on his forehead. I smirked at the thought of having a headstart today.

"What the fuck Harry?! Were you trying to kill me?!" He yelled angrily at me, which just made me feel even better. "Why are you such a smart ass? You got my plan revealed already! Unfortunately, my 'trying-to-kill-you' act didn't work. I'll try it again next time." I loved annoying him. The feeling of hurting Ed in any sort of way completed me. And I know when he hurts me, he feels the same too. He loves it when I get hurt. I hated him down to the core.

No one knew the real him except for me. I was the only one who saw the real Edward Styles. His public image was perfect. The 'womanizer' of the high school campus, the 'genius', sweet, charming, popular, gentle, the 'goody goody' twin, fearless and strong. That's what everybody thought of him. Just... Perfect. While me, Harry Styles, the other twin. They think of me as that mysterious, quiet, dark, dangerous, violent twin. The 'evil' twin, they'd call me. I was rejected. I was hurt. Not once but thousands of times. Not by one. Not by Ed. But by Ed and his gang. Niall Horan. Zayn Malik. Liam Payne. And Louis Tomlinson. How could I ever forget their names. The names of the people along with my own brother who had made my life a living hell for the past 4 years.

I hated every bit of him and his gang. I refuse to even talk to him or a spend a minute with him in the same atmosphere. This car ride to school and back to our shared flat is the only alone time with him. But we don't talk or even look at each other.

Thankfully, the torturing ride was over as I parked in the school lot. As soon as the car stopped, Ed stormed out and stomped away angrily. Probably because I was the one to cause that red bump on his forehead. I took my time to slowly get out of the car, grab my bag and swung it over my shoulder, as I lazily entered. All eyes on me. Especially girls. I may not be as popular as Ed, actually I was far from being popular, but the effect we had on girls is something we shared. And I hated it. Not the effect on women, that could come in handy someday. What I hated is sharing. The fact that Ed and I shared something.

As I walk further down the hallway, heading for my locker, someone came to contact with me, causing my bag to fall from my shoulder. "What the hell?!" I shouted, my temper coming up again, as I picked the books that had fallen out of my bag. I thought it would be Ed's gang again, messing with me. But instead I layed eyes on a girl. A brunete. I've never seen her before. Newbie, I'm guessing. I'd be lying if I said she doesn't look stunning. Because she does.