The Styles Triplets

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~ Edward's POV ~

School, the biggest hell on earth. Atleast, it was hell on earth for me, but for people like my brother's Harry and Marcel school was wonderful. Harry had more friends than he could count and had girls and boys begging to spend the night with him; Marcel was a fucking genouis, never got anything less than an A in his life and even though he didn't have friends school was sitll fun for him. Harry was top of the food chain, king of the school, Marcel was bottom of the food chain, one of the nerds, and I was in the middle of the food chain, a "punk", art club member with avrege grades. In other words, Harry is the bully and Marcel and I are the bullied. We're triplets, but our similarties stop at our looks. Trust me.

There once was a time when we were all close, but it all stopped when we went into second grade. Harry got popular, Marcel got nerdy, and I started liking art; and that was the end of our brotherhood.

~ Harry's POV ~

I sat in the back of classroom, surrounded by my friends as the geeks in the front answered the questions. I hated English, I don't see the point in it; I'm not going to ever need this because I'm going to be a famous singer. Everyone tells me I'm a good singer and I know I am. All the girls at my school melt whenever I sing, and even some of the guys; I'm just that good. At this moment, I was actually getting a blow job, in the middle of English. The girl's name was Leah or something like that, whatever; don't know, don't care.

"Mr. Styles!" I heard the English teacher, Ms. Calder shout.

"Yes?" I heard my brother, Marcel squeak.

"Not you, Marcel. Harry Styles!" She shouted.

My head shot up and I bit back a moan as Leah, Lea, whatever deep throated me.

"Y-yeah?" I said, trying to keep my cool.

All my friends knew I was getting a blow job, so they just didn't tease me for stuttering; plus, they knew better than to ever tease me.

"Put your genitals back in your pants, young man! And Ms. Polla, I expected better of you! Get back in your seat! And Harry, go see the head master!"

I groaned in annoyance as Leah took me out of her mouth and got back her seat. I shoved my 'friend' back in my boxers and pulled my pants back up before walking out of the room, hearing cheering from my friends.

~ Marcel's POV ~

I qwauked at Harry as he left the room, all his friend cheering him on. I can't believe it, he was doing something as inaproprait as having sexual contact in class?! Is he mad?

I gave up trying to understand my brother's years ago, but really, that's insane! Class went by and for some reason I couldn't get over how stupid Harry was being for doing that. When I heard the bell rang I grabbed my stuff and rushed out of the room. I made my way down the hall, heading to cuncluess when I saw Edward. I've always respected Edward, even after my brothers and I stopped talking, I've always kinda looked up to him even if he is four minutes younger than me. I realized Edward was talking to his best friends Zayn Malik and Liam Payne.

Liam Payne is the school track star who had a mohawk and tattoos. Liam was considered "punk", and all of his friends were considered punk too. Zayn Malik is the presidant of art club, coverd in tattoos and dating Perrie Edwards, head of year book staff. Zayn has been known for doing a bit of durgs and is considered really bad ass and punk. But than again, Edward was considered punk, vice presidant of art club, and had all the "scene" and "emo" girls after him.

I felt a someone slam their shoulder into mine and I fell back.

"Watch it, nerd!" I heard Thomas Parker, the school basketball star, shout, laughing at me with his friends.

I sighed and pulled myself off the ground, taking one last look at my brother before heading off to class. 

I wish I could be like Edward or Harry.