The Wanderers // Harry Styles

Chapter 3

The rest of the school day trugs by slowly. I didn't have anymore classes with Ryan, Hannah or Harry. I was a little disappointed by this realization upon walking into my last hour of the day.

Chemistry is about to be over in five minutes and I'll finally be free from this torture of molecular molecule.

I hear a boisterous laugh to my left. Looking sideways I see Jake Park with his group of football players staring at me with disgusting eyes. Checking me from top to bottom. 

Pulling my sweater farther down, I seek to cover the skin that wasn't visible to begin with. Turning back to the ticking clock I attempt to act dumb, as if I didn't notice their suggesting looks. This Jake kid that I meet less than 45 minutes ago has made it quite clear that he was interested in the new girl, that being me. 

Hearing the dismissal bell ring through the classroom, I quickly gather my stuff. Shoving it rather forcefully into my backpack I make a break for the door, not wanting to be left in a classroom alone with perverted teenage boys. 

Walking towards Aunt Barren's house, I feel a slight drizzle fall on my skin. The mist fans my face, refreshing my sense. Pulling my coats hood over my head, I plug my ears with headphones, blocking the noise of speeding cars that are leaving the school parking lot.  

Thoughts of Harry have been blocked from my mind after the events at lunch. But now with no teachers shoving information down my throat, my mind is able to think on it's own. The feeling of disappointment that neither him nor Hannah or Ryan came to my aid when Tammy said all those mean things to me resurfaces. Gosh Nova, of course they didn't she's their friend, not a good one, but they probably would defend her over me. 

Noticing the darkening sky, I hurry my pace as it is Winter and I don't want to be wandering the streets when it's dark. Hearing the rumbling of a truck on the now empty neighborhood street next to me, I quicken my steps.

"Hey Nova. That you girly? Want to come hang with me and my friends?" turning towards the slowing truck, I see Jack's face accompanied by his fellow football players. Packed into a far to large vehicle, all eyes are on my, searching my body with lust. 

Mumbling a "No thanks" I search for help. Call me paranoid but just encase anything gets out of hand I want to have a backup plan. Hopefully they can hear I'm uninterested in their games by the tone of my voice, but if that fails, a row of house lie to my rights and I could always make a break for their backyards. 

The truck starts to speed up and I'm able to let out a sigh of relief that they've decided to leave me alone. The truck then pulls into a driveway that sits not that far from where I'm now standing. My heart skyrockets when I see the boys casually hoping out of the truck. Grins settle on their face as they watch my reaction. 

Turning my back to them faster than I thought possible, I start walking quicker than those crazy exercise people in the mall. Okay, I need to calm down. Maybe that was just one of the football player's house. Yeah that's probably why. 

My suspicions are proven to be incorrect when I hear the sloshing of shoes, splashing in puddles the sound of pounding feet nears closer. With wide eyes I take off. Running as faster that I though possible, I turn my neck to see how much distance they've caught. I've never been the athletic type and with the distance that these boys are gaining on me I know I won't be able to outrun them.

With the longest strides I can take, I push my legs to the limit. Adrenaline running through my veins, I'm about halfway to the closest houses front door. 

My futile attempts are destroyed when I feel a large hand wrap around my upper arm. Fingers digging into my flesh, I know there is sure to be a nasty bruise left on my fair skin. That is going to be hard to explain to my Aunt.