Dangerous Woman

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Sitting in an overly stuffy classroom was barley how I wanted to spend my Senior year. However being the only good... Well, mildly good child in the family it was up to me to be bored by lectures, power points, assemblies and you get the point.

I got the short end of the stick while Arabella was off sleeping with teachers, and Zayn was off skipping classes and smoking pot down at make-out creek.

As I sat with my chin rested in the palm of my hand, I tapped my lilac claws against the table top, diverting my attention to the scene unfolding behind the bleachers.

The schools druggie (aka Niall Horan) and the schools 'Bad-ass' (aka Harry Styles) seemed to be in quite the heated conversation. Harry's hands gripping the collar of Niall's shirt with an obvious amount of strength, their faces so close you'd think they were kissing.

Harry Styles... Every time I hear his name its like a chain reaction and I find myself tugging on my bottom lip. He caused an enormous amount of heat to pool in the pit of my stomach. In simpler words; he turned me the fuck on!

As if on cue the classroom door slammed open, hitting the wall with so much force it left a slight dent in its wake.

"Late again, Mr Styles" The stuffy old hag that we call Ms Green-worth stated from the front of the class, not removing her eyes from the board once.

"I think we've already established the fact that I'm never on time. Why mention it again, you're only wasting your own time." His voice was silky smooth, not lending a hand to the increasing heat in my panties.

I stuck my index finger in my mouth and lightly bit down on the nail. It was obviously anything but subtle, the way I would stare at him so longingly but nothing I did seemed to catch his attention.

He sat down in his usual seat, two rows back and one over to the right from where I was. Class seemed to drag on and on which was honestly no surprise since it was like this everyday. I would take glances at Harry from over my shoulder every so often, batting my thick eyelashes at him when he'd catch me... But he still didn't seem the least bit interested. It pissed me off to no end.

The bell rang five minutes after it was scheduled to and everyone in the class filed out milliseconds after it sounded. Everyone but Harry which gave me another chance to flaunt myself.

Zayn and Arabella thought I was obsessed and crazy, and that I needed to get over my 'pathetic crush'. But I couldn't... I wouldn't until I got what I wanted. He made me want to be a bad-girl, I felt the need to snatch him up and fulfill his every need.

I slung my Prada satchel over my shoulder and picked my books up off of the desktop, advancing towards the door before purposely knocking a table leg with my foot and dropping my books and loose sheets on the dirty ground.

Fully aware of how short my white tennis skirt was I slightly popped my ass out and at a dangerously slow speed started leaning down to gather my belongings. Mumbling a not so quiet string of curse words, hoping to gain the attention of my prey but as I stood back up and glanced his way, it seemed as if he had been on his phone the entire time.

Slightly angered at the lack of attention he had been paying to me, I stomped my pristine white Jeffery Campbell pump against the filthy linoleum floor and huffed out a breath of air before flicking my hair over my shoulder and finally leaving the room.

Call me a brat, but I always got what I wanted and I wasn't going to take 'no' from anyone.

"Valancia, where are you going?" Silver, one of my two very best friends stopped me on my way to the exit. 

  "To get revenge." I said in my normal cheery voice. He wasn't going to just ignore me and get away with it.

As I marched my way around the school I caught a glimpse of Harry through the old glass windows, still seated in the same seat in that old worn out classroom.