I Think I'm in Love With the Biggest Jerk in the World

Am I Jealous?

Chapter 2.

After 3rd hour, I grabbed my lunch from my locker and walked to the cafeteria.

I sat down at my usual table and waited for my friends.

People started trickling into the cafeteria.

The jocks sat in the middle, the preppy girls sat next to them, and the nerds were scattered around in random places.

Now Trisha just needed to make her big entrance with her boyfriend of the week.

Trisha was what you could call a 'slut'. She had probably slept with more boys in a week than how many seconds I had been alive and right now, I was 17 and 1/2.

She was also the richest and most popular girl in school. Every guy was charmed by her legs and I had never gone to school on a day when she hadn't worn something to show them off. It could have been 2 centimeter long shorts, a super short skirt, or super tight jeans.

Everyone wanted to be invited to her parties because they were usually involving the pool at her house and her in a bikini. Not just any bikini, but one that showed a little too much skin up there for my tastes.

My thoughts were interrupted by Debbie sitting down with Marissa in tow.

"Did she come in yet?" Marissa asked pulling out a sandwich.

"Nope. I've yet to see her new boyfriend." I replied.

"It's probably just a horny jerk." Debbie muttered.

I smirked at her comment. I wouldn't be surprised if it was. Guys were always and I mean ALWAYS trying to get into her pants.

I heard a loud rustling as people stood up and turned my head in the direction they were staring.

Everyone was in my way trying to see her and her new boyfriend so I couldn't really see.

After I pushed past some people, I made it to the front of the crowd.

Trisha was as usual wearing some super short shorts and a tank top that had a low cut.

But the thing that caught my eye was a mop of curly brown hair on top of a head. This head was attached to a tall body that was being led into the cafeteria by Trisha.

Harry Styles.

Harry Styles was Trisha's new boyfriend.

Debbie was right. She was dating a jerk.

My eyes made contact with his and he looked flustered for a moment but then got his smile back.

I had seen enough.

I sat back down at my table.

"Are you okay?" Marisa whispered.

"Yes." I said through gritted teeth.

"Why are you mad?" She asked.

"I'm not mad." I replied, still through gritted teeth.

"Then why do you have your teeth all gritted together? You only do that when you're mad..." She pointed out.

I quickly unclenched my teeth.

So what if Trisha was dating Harry?

I didn't really care.

I hated him.

If I didn't care and I hated him so much,

then why was I jealous?

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For some reason I was mad for the rest of the day.

Every time I saw Harry and/or Trisha, I became even angrier.

And I saw them a lot. Well mostly I just saw Harry because he's in most of my classes.

I don't know what it was.

I mean, I absolutely hate him. Why should I be mad that he has a girlfriend?

Paper scratched against my neck.

Ugh. Harry.

He sat behind me in all of my classes. Don't ask me why, he just chose to sit there.

I took the paper and opened it up.

Are you mad at me?

I was always mad at him why would this time be any different?

I wrote down 'maybe' and passed it back.

The reply came quickly.

'Why? Are you jealous?'

why would I be jealous of you?

Maybe it's because I'm not single anymore....

keep dreaming

The bell rang and I got up from my desk when someone grabbed my arm.

My eyes trailed from the big hand grasping me, up the arm, and into the green eyes of Harry.

He pulled me out the door of the classroom and pushed me against some lockers.

His body was pressing into me preventing myself from escaping.

"Addison. Why are you so mad?" He asked. His warm, minty breath hitting me in the face.

"Harry, in case you haven't noticed, I am always mad at you. You pick on me constantly and that's all you've ever done."

"But I want to change that. I don't want to be the bully anymore." He said while caressing my cheek.

I looked at him confused.

Was he actually trying to get me to believe him?

"Harry I-" I was cut off by him pulling me into his chest and enveloping me in a tight hug.

What the heck?! Now he was sexually harassing me too. Way to go Styles.

I looked over his shoulder and saw none other than Trisha on one side and Debbie and Marissa on the other, all of them had their mouths wide open.