Teenage Dirtbag

1

School was the same as always. Boring, but interesting when I met up with my lads. Everyday was different in a way. In the halls, I'd see the same people I passed were always in my sight, the same faces, it always made me curious why it happened.

"Harry, did you study last night?" One of my lads Liam walked up, placing a hand on my shoulder.

"Shit," I mumbled under my breath. Why did I always forget. "You should've reminded me! I totally forgot and now I'm going to fail Liam!" He shrugged, suckling in a harsh breath.

"I wish you would realize you don't need me for that. That's why we were stuck receiving planners this year." We walked through the lunchroom as I entered the building, seeing all my peers from different grades.

School was a place I didn't hate. I didn't love it, but I was always in a mood to learn.

"Look who it is." Liam sang out, gesturing me to her.

"She doesn't like me you dick." Every fucking time we passed her, I'd get the looks from each of my lads about her.

"If only you stop being a pussy and go talk to her." I stopped, looking at Liam. "She has a fucking boyfriend Liam, haven't you seen them together at all?"

He chuckles, tucking his hands in his pockets. Liam was the goody goody in our group. He dressed like us yeah, but he just wouldn't do the things we did. Never smoked weed in his life, never had sex with a girl before, I mean what does it take? I lost my virginity last year at some damn party I can't even remember one thing other than that.

"No I haven't Harry. Everytime you talk about him, you only say how big of a dick he is. Have you even met the guy?" I rolled my eyes, making them land on her.

"You just can't keep your eyes off her!" He said while poking me and making me laugh while punching him in the arm. "You just haven't seen it yet. He doesn't even pay attention to her? Look,"

I pointed shortly to them, making Liam look. His arm was around her. She starred at her cell as he laughed and talked with his lads. I could see her screen, it was blank. She was bored, I knew it.

"Well you have a point mate, but that doesn't mean much.." He didn't understand it, even if it came and smacked him across the face.

"I had a dream about her, you know?" He smiled, bumping into me. Like hell I was going to give him the juicy details he's waiting for.

"No."

"Ah come on mate, you can't just tell me?" He was delirious.

"You'll just go spat shit to the others, no."

The bell rang, more like she rang it, and I felt myself draw towards her as she lazily walked with her dick of a boyfriend.

I remembered she was in my first hour, gym. Our uniforms contained sneakers and tube socks for the lads, and keds and tube socks for the ladies. We all wore t - shirts and shorts, but the ladies' were shorter than us lads.

Our school was the weirdest it could ever get, and not one moment did I question what the principle's ideas were. She was bloody inside.

"Gather up folks! We have a busy hour!" Everyone talked so fast. Me on the other hand, I was slower when I talked, but that didn't mean I couldn't talk faster than how I usually sounded.

I was always starving around first hour, only because I didn't fricken eat any breakfast. That happened most days when I was in a hurry.

"It's conditioning today." Niall, my one of my other lads whispered to me. "Great, just what I need eh?" I nudged his shoulder, making him chuckle along.

"Something funny?" We look to the teacher, our faces completely blank.

"No sir," I spoke for the both of us.

"Styles, Horan," He paused, looking at us with furrowed brows. Everyone, even her were looking at us. I glanced at her for a second, her body moved in a way that made me tense.

"Pay attention?" He begged, knowing that we would. "Yes sir." It was just us that spoke to every teacher like that. I guess it was just the way we talked.

As we split up for conditioning day, which consisted of using any props from the equipment room, I glanced back at her, who was already looking at me.

"She fucking looked at me.." I touched Niall's shoulder, getting his attention.

"Whatever you say Styles, whatever you say." I groaned and kept walking to the equipment room.

Niall and I chose to do some weights, then afterwards head to the treadmills. Our gym was a little different, having most equipment schools do, but a lot more choices than any others.

This place could be the end of me, the only things I enjoy here are my lads, her, and English.

We went to the weight lifting section of the room, bringing the weights we used over. My eyes glanced to her again, but she wasn't looking at me this time.

"Why don't you just go talk to her?" I shook my head. I highly doubt she even knows who I am.

"You actually think she would? She's dating that dick remember?" Everyone was so dramatic in high school. We were the punks of our class, and didn't let anyone mess with us, unless it was her dick of a boyfriend, then shit would go down.

I watched as she put half of her hair up in a pony, letting the rest sit just before her shoulders. "Niall?"

He looks up, watching me as I lift the bar to my chest.

"Did I ever tell you she rocks those keds and tube socks?"  His loud laugh comes out of his mouth, making me stop lifting.

"What?"

He stands up, grabbing the bar with the weights on each side. "Harry, nobody says 'rocks'." He continues to laugh, so I just slip another weight or two on one side of his bar.

"Watch it and I'll make you call me sir." We both laughed and continued to lift the bars to our chest.

I looked to her one last time, seeing her with her friends. She doesn't care, she doesn't give a damn about me.