Devil child (one direction)

Chapter two: wounder

Jazmyn's POV:

I wake up early the next day still thinking about that strange but beautiful boy. I take a quick shower and my mom drops me off at school. I walk to English again. When I get there the boy is already there. I sit in my regular spot him next to me. He smirks "square" he laughs at me.

I'm confused just last time he said how he wanted me naked and now he calls me names. This boy really is strange. "What's your name?" He asks "Jazmyn" I say confidently "harry" he nods at me. Rude I think to myself. Class starts and I goes pretty well.

The rest of the day goes by fast. My mom texted me saying that she can't pick me up, great now I have to walk home. I'm just a few blocks away from my house when a car pulls up next to me, blaring rock music. "Need a ride?" I look over and it's....harry!

"Umm no thanks" he stops "o come on!" I shake my head "just get the hell in already" he says. I don't know what makes me do it but I walk to his car getting in.

"See now isn't that better?" He asks with a smirk. I keep quite. "You look nice" he says "keep your eyes off of me" I snap not meaning to say the words. "Fine no need to be a bitch" he whispers "excuse me?" I retaliate "we just met do not call me that word!" I yell he rolls his eyes "where do you live?" He grumbles "take a left then let me out" he does so stoping in front of my house.

I slam his door hard and walk to my house. I'm angry. How dare he call me a bitch? I mean we just met! I walk up the stairs to my room throwing my bag on the floor and flopping on my bed. I get my head phones and plug in some music. My head feels with questions.

How old is harry? Why does he talk to me? No one does. Why is he such a jerk? Why is he so beautiful? Why are his curls perfect? And his smile? And his eyes......

No stop it! I scold myself. He is bad for you and he is I jerk. I remind myself. Frustrated I turn over and take a nap.

.............. *next day*

The next morning I wake up earlier than usual. It's only five thirty. I groan and roll out of bed. It's Friday finally. I take a quick shower and get dressed. Today I'm wearing simple blue jeans and a purple long sleeve shirt. My hair is just straightened and left hanging, with again no makeup.

When I get to school I hurry to English. Excited to see harry. Wait why am I excited? He called me a bitch. I walk into the room and he's sitting in his desk next to mine with his feet on the desk.

I walk over and sit down. "Hey....... I'm sorry about last night" he says I roll my eyes "ya whatever" he takes his feet off his desk and scoots closer. "No I really mean it.....sometimes I just say things...." I turn towards him "like calling someone you just met a bitch?" I question, I'm surprised with myself I've never cused before. "Ya like that.." He mumbles "well whatever" I turn back around.

"Why won't you believe me?" He asks "well I just met you, so I don't know if I should" I say "well I am sorry" he scoots back over to his desk.

"Accepted" I say. I don't know why but something in his eyes tells me he means it. He smiles and looks away. This boy really is strange I think to myself.

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