Teenage Dirtbag

14

I was terrified.

Harry could come up to me at any given moment and I wouldn't know what to do. I wasn't one to break rules when it came to my parents barking orders at me. If I was told to do something, I'd do it. No questions asked. I was described as the daughter that every mother wanted, but deep down, I hated it.

My dad was the sugar coater. He couldn't be mean for a split second. It was not his cup of tea. My dad once said that being mean to people didn't get you a medal. It didn't get you a place in this damned world even if it felt right.

But he also told me that obeying your parents was the best way to present yourself. He did it, my mum did it, and they expected me to do it. Knowing the goody goody I am, I won't disobey them at any given time.
I recognized Harry's friends, not looking at them as they passed me. They must've been going to him.

I looked back, clutching my supplies. Harry had just walked in, good looking as always with his hair pushed back from his hands, a black t-shirt with tight black jeans. It sounded a little weird but he pulled perfectly.

His eyes met mine, the boys surrounding him. I mentally thanked them for holding the fort, or the principle would be on my back. I turned froward, bumping into someone. I had almost dropped my things, when I met eyes with disgust.

"Hey, El.." I looked around me. I felt eyes watching me as I associated with him.

"Hi."

He rubbed the nape of his neck, smirking up at the ceiling. "Look,"

"Save it Lance. I'm not in the mood for the remorse."

"But you didn't even listen to what I have to say?" He rushed after me as I walked away from him, rolling my eyes.

"What do you have to say, that your sorry? That you want to start over? I accept your apology Lance, but nothing can be the way it was before you put Harry into the hospital. Nothing was even... good, before? You never talked to me unless you wanted a daily make out session." I clutched my things tighter, making sure he wouldn't pull anything.

"Your still on that Styles guy? Is that why you won't let me prove myself? Because you fucked him and can't get away from him?" I scoffed in disgust, turning away.

"I'm not on anyone. Harry is an arse and I don't want to deal with either of you anymore!" I stopped, realizing what I had just said. Lance's eyes were behind me, turning me to a shocked Harry.

I looked at Harry, then the principle who was eyeing me. I then stalked off, going to the restroom.

He meant for that to happen. He planned it and knew he would hear. I can't believe I ever dated him! That disgusting coniving littl-

"Ms. Thompson?" I looked in the mirror, seeing Mr. Osborn behind me.
I turned my body to him, closing my eyes.

"Call my parents. Tell them I ran into Harry and Lance planned it, knowing I'd get in trouble." I dropped my hand, watching as he tilted his head to the side.

"Is that what that was? I saw Mr. Styles behind you, and I didn't know for sure what was going on but when you explained that he was an 'arse' I didn't know whether to stop you or let you turn around." And he let me turn around.

"I didn't know he was there, or you!" He closed his eyes, holding out a hand.

"It's fine, I'm not going to give you detention for cussing, that'd be rediculous. But your parents told me to keep an eye out for you and make sure your uh, 'obeying their rules' is how your mother put it." I rolled my eyes, leaning against the sink.

"I'm used to it. They've been watching over me my whole life. I'm cornered but it's alright." He huffed, shoving his hands in his pockets.

"Well, I would say it's going to be okay, but the bell is going to ring in less than a minute." I nodded, walking out of the restroom, being eyed by every peer in the hall.

Harry, his mates, and Lance all looked at me as I walked passed them. I made my way as fast as I could to the locker rooms.

Izabel was waiting for me, knowing I was a few minutes late.

"Where have you been?" Her hand on her hip. I sighed, changing as fast as I could. "I was in the bathroom."

I meant this last weekend? You never called me." I sighed, shoving my things into the locker and walking out with her. When we got into the gym, not very many people were in here. Right as Harry and Niall walked in, I turned to Izabel, pushing her to the corner where we usually go.

"What is your problem? Your never like this?" My eyes darted to Harry, then back to Izabel.

"I- that guy over there.." She looked in Harry's direction, but he was looking elsewhere. She gave me a disgusted look, then looked back at him.

"Harry? Harry Sty-?!" I shut her mouth before they could hear her and everyone would be embarrassed.

"Well, Noel you got yourself one hunk of meat." I shook my head.

"I don't have any meat!" She looked over to him again, then back at me, trying to figure out what point I was trying to get across. Harry looked over, making me turn to the bleachers.

"What is wrong with you? He's looking right at you?"

"Izabel, we almost kissed.." She didn't say a word, walking a few steps away from me.

"That's what you've been doing these past few days? Him!" I shook my head, biting my lip. "It's very complicated Izabel, I'll have to explain it to you later." She placed a hand on her hip.

Mr. Allen whistled for our attention. As Izabel and I turned to face the class, I noticed her gaze was not at Harry, but someone else.

"His friend ain't that bad either." She winked at me, I playfully hit her as we walked over the the rest of the class.