Dispirited (Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Chapter 10

My mind was completely revolving around the warm lattes -that had taken far too long to make- with visible steam emitting from them smoothly as the cardboard trays were finally placed in my hands. It took well over half an hour for the drinks to be made and during the free time I've had, I played 'Temple Run' while getting frustrated at the amount of texts that caused the stupid game to glitch.

A small vibrate was cause by my phone that was hastily placed in my butt pocket from the frustration of the game and my knee banged against someone as a result of jumping too high. The man flinched and sneered at me, but I ignored him and placed the trays on an occupied table since there didn't seem to be any vacant ones in this overrated coffee shop. Both the girls sitting at the table both gave me questioning glances but they looked away as soon as I raised my brows. Good.

My phone continued to vibrate repeatedly while I stared at it irritatingly. Attention was slowly being brought to me before I stared down a white haired girl and flicked my hand as if to say 'try me'.

Daniel; so since Atta has decided to be a whore and not reply to our texts...

Louis; *coughs* dumbass bitch

Daniel; lets go fuq betches and get some MULA

"Can you not?" I snarled, absolutely fed up with the two girls at the table that continued to watch me with hooded eyes. It was as obvious as a horses dick that they were trying their best to get some sort of a reaction out of me. But it was also obvious that they would never get one. Reactions are the key to ruining reputation, which used to be easy to get out of me. Too bad I'd ruined it with my own two hands years ago. To me there was no use in this conversation. I just needed to get home as fast as I possibly could in this rush and cook dinner for everyone since Sidra needed time to study.

School ruined my life.

I never understood why people needed education to earn the title of being put together or smart. Everyone has their own ways of doing things yet they're forced to be taught the way one person prefers it? Ridiculous. I figured out soon enough that teachers and professors were the reason that dreams could be shattered within a matter of seconds. They don't deserve to have a damn golden plate on their desks with their name etched into it as if they proudly created a sorry excuse of a planet and regret nothing. I deeply despised every single one of my teachers from before university. The day of my graduation at the age of 15 - I'd started school one year earlier - our schools vice principal walked up to me with some sort of smug look on his face. But that day was one I was looking forward to most. I thought, maybe this would be the final time I saw such a vial man. Maybe this would be the moment where I could finally get my life back together to the point where I'm even slightly content with it.

That day, at the very moment I was supposed to walk on stage to grab my diploma I barely worked for, he snatched me by my wrist before whispering in my ear. The words caused shivers to run down my spine and bile to rise to my throat. And the worst part was, I believed every single word leaving his scarring mouth that sure as hell needed to be cleansed.

"You and I both know you did nothing to deserve this. All you're ever going to be fucking good for is slutting around and hopping on every guys dick that only see you as a whore. Cause that's all you'll be good for. There's absolutely nothing you will amount to. You will amount to nothing in life. And that's how it should always be."

That person just happened to be Doctor Maron.

At this point I was physically and mentally shaking. The memories were too emotionally attached to my heart that it was almost impossible to rip them away from me without harm being done. My subconscious tried her best to step up in the moment I needed someone to tell me it wasn't true. But my mind was shoving it directly in my face, the devil inside of me snorting with laughter as she played with my feelings as if they hadn't been demolished to begin with.