I'm just a rebel without a cause (One Direction fanfic)CANCELED

Chapter: 3

Day #2 at this poor, poor place called school

Jayda's ***POV***

So, push turned into shove... Everyone was looking at me.... Again.. Why?... Oh ya! The zombie thing... Right.. Without glancing at anyone I made my way to my locker. I opened it. I could feel Niall's worried blue eyes on my who was also at his locker.

"Erm, Jayda..... Are you ok?" Niall's soft voice, I got out of my trance and nodded shortly and briefly. Not taking my eyes off my locker.

"No. No. Babe. Please. Look at me." Niall commanded, I obeyed and turned to face him.

"Fuck, love. How many hours of sleep?" Niall whispered.

"None." I answered shortly. Thank God the bell rang. Niall sighed slightly frustrated.

"I'll see you after class. Yeah?" He whispered, his voice soft. I just nodded. Ung! History again!? The hallways became empty. I shut my locker and locked it. Right when I was about to walk away. I felt two hands squeeze my bum. I quickly turned around. To find a boy, named..... Louis?... I think. I grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him against the lockers with a huge slam. Are eyes met. He looked very alarmed. So there he was; hands pinned by his sides, and my arm pressed against his throat. "Click" my pocket knife went. I put it up against his cheek. (Not the blade, but the flat part.)

"Don't you have any respect? You're dating the school slut that fucks around everywhere. And you're doing this to me? I would totally waste your ass right now, if we weren't in school. I'll go to prison again. You're so lucky that I didn't slit your throat right here, right now." I growled. I looked at Louis, he was tensed and frightened. His greyish eyes wide in terror. I released him and jogged off to class.

I opened the door, and sat down. The teacher gave me an 'its alright' look. I flashed him a fake 'thank you' smile.

Harry's ***POV***

Oh, God! My hands are shaking! I want to hug her and cuddle her into my arms! It almost hurts how much I want to hold her. She sat down exchanging looks with the teacher. Maybe ten minuets into class, love just hit me... Real bad. Real, real. Bad. I can't take it! The way her eyelids got heavier and heavier. The way her chin drifted to her chest and her history textbook slipped onto her lap. I know I should be studying right now but I can't resist.

I want to kiss her real bad, her lips are slightly parted out of tiredness, she looks almost scared the way her lips are. I want to kiss her, those circles under her eyes that make her look like she's never slept a second in her life. And those arms of hers seem like they're just aching to hold onto someone. I wish I could let her hold onto me.

When no one was looking, I'd walk up to her and say, "Hey, Jayda. Would it be okay if I kissed you?" And she'd look hurt because she'd think I was joking and she'd turn away to hide her face, but I'd touch her shoulder and look at her with gentle misty movie eyes and say, "C'mon. I mean it. I really want to." And she'd look dumbstruck, and all the hurt will fade out of her eyes and this light would come into them and her lips would look like they were ready to smile and then, before I had the chance to change my mind, I'd kiss her. And I'd wrap my strong-ness around her and her arms would be shaking, and suddenly I'd feel all this love, and all this need pouring into me right though her lips into me and it would feel great, and I'd close my eyes to feel it better.--

WHOA!! I can't believe I'm having this fantasy about Jayda! I can't believe I wasn't drooling! Jeez! Damn! But that would be perfect if it happened, you gotta admit!

"Jayda?" Mr. Conrad cooed, this is the softest I've ever heard his voice. He walked to her desk and kneeled down beside her.

"I didn't do it!!" Jayda exclaimed with a gasp. Jerking her head up. I awed quietly to myself. That was just adorable, her morning voice, damn!