I walked into school the next morning, feelling as dull as ever. Kylie, my only friend, was no where to be seen. I gathered my books and slammed my locker shut. One of the Styles twins was standing right behind the door. I raised and eyebrow at Damon who looked as if steam was going to come rolling out of his ears.
"Stay away from us. All of us," he ground out. I rolled my eyes. Despite the rumors I've heard, I'm not afraid of them. Though now that I think of it, I probably should be.
"Is that a threat?" I mocked.
"It's a warning. Stay away from us and don't get involved in our shit," he turned on his heel and stormed the other direction. I immaturely stuck my tongue out at him behind his back. I kept my books to my chest and headed to englsh. I took my seat, while Kylie's remained empty. I wondered where she was, but I didn't worry much. Great friend I am, right?
I saw Harry slide into the seat next to me, but I continued doodling on my binder. "What did Damon say to you?" he asked darkly.
"Oh, something about staying away from you and not getting involved," I said casually.
"Well if you're smart, you'll listen to him," I glanced at him through my hair. He glanced back at Damon to make sure he wasn't paying attention, and leaned in very close to me. My cheeks heated. "But between you and me, I hope you're not smart," he whispered and smirked.
"I don't know if I should be offended or not," I whispered back. He leaned back in his seat, allowing me to breath again.
"Don't be offended. Mind if I sit here today," I nodded and doddled on my binder again.
Harry's POV
I watched as she doddled on her binder. Her ponytail hung to one side, allowing me to study her features. She had light freckles that coated her cheeks, a little button nose, plump light pink lips, long dark eyelashes, and a soft jawline. Her dark blue eyes followed her hands movements as she glided her sharpie across the binder. Her lips slightly pouted and her tongue poked out the side of her mouth as she concetrated, causing me to smile.
I raked my brain for something clever to say, to acomplish my mission of making her smile. The teacher came in and set his briefcase on his desk. "Okay, class. Today we will be moving on to Romeo and Juliet," he said as wrote on the board. Juno's eyes shot up, her eyes sparkling. Her lips quirked, but to my disappointment she didn't smile.
"I take it you like this story?" I asked and smirked. I saw a blush form on her cheeks.
"Yeah, it's one of my favorites," she said and looked back down at her binder.
-Juno's POV-
"Dinner?" my mom asked later that night. I pulled on my converse and my hoodie.
"Not hungry," I replied before slamming the door shut. I pulled my hood over my head and kept my head low, hoping to go by unnoticed by anyone. It was late and I know I probably shouldn't be walking especially after the incident in the alley, but I need something to get my mind off Harry. I spent all day thinking about him, but I was probably the last thing on his mind. I kept my gaze on the sidewalk, watching my old converse carry me across the sidewalk. I had no idea where I was going, but didn't really care.
It felt as if I'd been walking for hours. I finally peeked up from my hood to see where I was. I recognized this neighborhood. I some how managed to end up in front of Harry's house, probably looking like a creeper. And of course as my luck has it, Harry, or maybe it was Damon, came strolling out of his house with a trashbag. I quickly turned and walked away.
"Juno?" I heard someone say from behind me. Fuck! I cursed mentally. I continued walking, pretending I didn't hear him, but he came and stood in front of me. I kept my gaze on the ground, not wanting to meet his eyes. "What are you doing here?" it was definitley Harry, I could tell by the softness in his voice that Damon lacks.
"I-I was, uh, j-just going on a walk," I stuttered out, my social anxiety surfacing. I felt his gaze on the top of my head and I couldn't take it anymore. I slowly raised my eyes, making my way from his white converse, over his long legs covered in black skinny jeans, over his sculpted torse clothed in a white tee and black blazer, past his plump pink lips, to meet his dazzling green eyes.
"You shouldn't be out here this late," he scolded. I rolled my eyes at his tone.
"Sorry, Dad," I mumbled sarcastically. I walked around him, wanting this conversation to be over. He didn't stop me, just walked next to me. "What are you doing?" I asked and sighed, cos he obviously wasn't going to stop following me.
"Just let me walk you home?" it came out more like a question, but I'm sure Harry didn't do that on purpose.
"I got here on my own, I can get home the same way," I said without stopping my speed walking. Harry's long legs let him easily keep up with me, though.
"I'm suprised you're still alive," he muttered quietly, but I still managed to hear it. I pushed away the worrying thoughts threatening to cloud my mind. I decided it was probably the best for my safety that Harry walked me home, doesn't mean that I want him to.
"Just go home, Harry. I'll be fine," I sped up just a tad, and he did too.
"No you won't. Do you not remember what happened on our first date?"
"Yes I remember. And that wasn't a date!" I could hear him chuckle, so I just rolled my eyes.
"What ever you say doll." It was quiet for a few minutes, as I was trying to figure out how to get him to go home. "Wait here real quick."
"Why?" I quickly glanced up at him, to see him running the other direction. "Harry?" I called. Good, he's going home.
"Just stay here!" he called back. I made sure he was around the corner before I took of towards my house. I wasn't running though I probably should've been. I kept my head down as I speedily made my way home. Suddenly I ran into something hard. My head shot up and I saw a few guys crowded very close around me. The one in front of me was the one who held me at gun point and Harry at gun point. He smiled slyly down at me.
"I-I don't have any money," I said with my head down. He put his gross fingers under my chin and roughly lifted it up.
"Don't worry doll. We don't want your money," fear took over my body and I shuttered. Nerves twisted in my stomach as the guy threw me on the ground. I screamed but he clamped his hand over my mouth. I bit down on his finger and he immediatly jerked back. "Stupid bitch!" he cursed and shook out his hand. "Gag her," he told one of the guys. I struggled to get away, but two guys had my arms and legs held tightly down. Another one put a rag over my mouth so I couldn't scream. The leader or whatever slid my pants down my legs as I kicked and squirmed.
This is it. I'm going to get raped and probably killed. He undid his pants and positioned himself in front of me. Tears ran down my face and I wanted to cry out, but all that came out were muffled sobs. He thrust into me, and pain ripped through my body. I've only ever kissed a boy for christ sakes! Part of me wished he'd kill me right now.
