Harry's POV.
I get a text from Liam saying I have to make an extra stop at Marty's before the races tonight; I didn't think anything of it until I realized Texas was invited.
"This isn't going to end well" I whisper to Niall who is sitting in the passenger seat in my truck, when Texas climbs into the back of the truck. "Just calm down, the girls will look after her" he reassures me.
Texas looks so hot tonight; in her tight ripped jeans with rips that show way to much skin for my dirty mind to handle. She didn't even notice it is me in the driver seat, but she keeps looking at me through the window. Oh I want her so bad.
Louis and I drop everyone off at the front of the dirt race track that all the local teens made in the back of old Mr. Crowly's field, and went to park the truck.
"You gonna race tonight?" Louis asks me. I chuckle at his stupid question. "I wouldn't have bothered coming if I wasn't" I say. Niall and I always race and we always win.
Every Friday night 10 racers enter for a fee of 50 bucks a racer and the winner gets all the cash. Niall and I are the best drivers out of the five guys so usually him and I alternate between weeks, this week it is my turn to race; it actually works out for me because Texas is here and once she sees how much of a bad ass I am she will want me.
Louis and I start walking back to the others after parking the car, but I see Ryder; the biggest douche bags of all douche bags. He goes to school with us and he thinks he is top shit because he's dad is a cop and he is the big football (soccer) superstar. Ryder starts walking towards Louis and I.
"Ready to loose tonight Styles?" he says trying to sound like a big shot. "That's a joke mate, all you will see is my dust" I say with a small chuckle. "Not tonight Styles, I'm gonna win and take your little bird too" he says pointing to Texas. This makes my blood boil. No one touches her; Especially fucking Ryder. "Touch her and I will kill you" I threaten. We both have a stare down until Louis nudges my arm to make me leave the scene and walk to the others.
"What was that 'bout eh?" Zayn asks nodding towards Ryder who is still looking after us. I nod in the opposite direction of the girls and the boys follow.
Texas POV.
I look over at Harry and he has a very angry look on his face as he talks to this very attractive guy. He has light short brown hair and his wear a dark wash of jeans and a t-shirt. I can't entirely see his face, but he is most defiantly bangable.
Harry and Louis come over and Harry motions for the boys to follow which they do like little puppy dogs. How pathetic.
"What do you think they are talking about?" Perrie asks. "Probably Ryder, or something about Marty" El says. "Wait who is Ryder?" I ask the girls. The girls' faces go dead serious and turn in my direction. Maybe that was a bad question to ask. "a guy that if Marty or the guys see you talk to, they will have a fucking cow and go crazy" Danny says with complete seriousness. "Okay, but why?" I ask again. El sighs and decides to share. "His dad is a cop and Ryder constantly threatens to rat on the boys and Marty, therefore they hate each other, and if you talk to him they will think that you are being rat and disrespectful to them" she says "so just don't talk to him, or even look at him!" Danny adds on. "Is there anyone I can talk to?" I ask sarcastically. They girls actually have to think about it. This is just fan-fucking-tastic. "Us?" Hope says as if it was a question. "True" was all I said. Okay now I am pissed, I can't even talk to other guys besides the ones that my own fucking uncle ordered to 'look after me'. it's my first day here and I hate it already.
The only way I know how to make it better is to get into as much trouble as I can, and that is exactly what I tend to do.
Harrys' POV.
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Love, Sex and Magic.
FanficHarry Styles is the schools bad boys and Texas is the new girl with a big attitude, and when she comes to town to live with her uncle he thinks he has finally met his match. Little does he know how toxic but yet so perfect this girl is for him. Aft...