I tremble as the bell rings and people rush out of the classroom. I hug my books close to my chest, slowly looking both ways down the hall before stepping out of the classroom.
In all honesty, I'm scared. I'm scared to death of what these people can do to me. They're powerful. Much more powerful than you think.
I've tried. I've tried so many times to stand up for myself. But because I'm alone, I can't defend myself. I only look stupid when I try.
I stop deal in my tracks when I hear her laughter as she snickers getting closer and closer to me.
"Hey sweetie, how was class?" she asks sarcastically with her high pitched tone. Her lollipop hangs out of her mouth as she twists her hair with her fingers, occasionally twirling to show off her short skirt.
I don't respond.
"I said, how was class?!" Her voice grows stern as she pushes me back, causing all my belongings to scatter across the floor.
I quickly gather my things. One by one, each paper and notebook is kicked by each passing student as I struggle to pile them all in my arms.
"Here." His deep voice rings in my ears as he hands me my notebook, along with a few scratch papers. He helps me up, holding out a hand, and quickly snakes his hand around my waist, holding me close. The rest of his 'gang' stand behind him as they all pull off a tough look.
I can't help but let my eyes wonder at the beautiful drawings scattered on his arms. Just simple pictures that surely mean more in words. My eyes trail up his torso and to his neck where the drawings stop. His shining diamond piercing in his ear lobe causes me to squint before I'm able to focus on its largeness. I look at his plump pink lips as a black ring hugs the edge.
This isn't the first time he's done this. I always catch him looking at me during classes. He watches me in the halls and every time I am
I look behind him, studying Liam's hair that seems to be shaved, Louis' hair that seems to have grown and swirled at the end, Zayn's beautiful structure of facial bones, and Niall's piercings that seem to cover his whole face. All of them, covered in tattoos and piercing.
I've heard of them. About all the bad things they get into outside of school. Everybody spreads rumors about each man they beat to death, each drug they sell but it always remains in my mind I whether or not they're actually that bad.
"What is your problem Stacy?" his voice is raspy as he tries to put some sense into this slut.
"My problem?" her voice is loud before she pulls me out of his grip and slams me onto the lockers. She whips her head back to him, her hair slitting my face.
"My problem is you Harry." She crawls to his side, running her hand down his torso and towards his crotch.
"No." He snatches her hand before it gets any closer and raises it high. He stares into her eyes as they grow dark.
"Your problem is that you can't get over the fact that she," he points directly at me with his open hand, "is beautiful to me and you're just a slut. She is the definition if beauty. I can't even describe in words how pure she is at heart, and I will protect her with my heart, but you. You make me cringe. You are a nasty, self absorbent, slutty, bitch who only cares for herself. You need to leave before I say anything else."
The look at her face which makes me laugh inside as she squirms away from his grip in fright.
Harry snickers before turning to me. He strides towards me before closing his body up to mine, making me unable to move against the lockers.
"I hope you were listening love." He whispers in my ear.
"Y-Yes. I was listening." I say hesitantly.
"It's true, you're beautiful." He looks at me, his emerald green eyes glazing in the sun light.
I blush harshly as I try to look away. His fingers meet my chin as he makes me look at him before stuffing his hand in his pocket again.
"Dinner. Tonight at 7pm. Don't be late Eva."
"I won't."
