Chapter 1
Isabel’s POV (a few days earlier):
“Oh my gosh! Izzy come here quick.” I walked into the classroom wondering what was going on. The girls were huddled in front of the white board, no guys to be seen in the class except a very lonely looking Marcel. He had his nose buried into a book, not paying attention to a bunch of raving girls.
I put my attention back to the white board, wondering what everyone was fussing about, “Have you seen it yet Iz?”
“Seen what?” I tried to peer around the group.
“What the boys did. Bunch of dicks.” I stepped closer to the board as the girls finally let me through.
It was a list of all of us girls split into two. The top of the board said the girls in our class voted from all the guys. Underneath the headline to the left half read: the girls that are hot. The right half read: the girls who are ugly. I caught my name being the first under the hot list, but this wasn’t cool. I turned around, catching some girls crying from the list, some went to harass Marcel, and ask who did this.
I walked over silently, haven’t said a word about what happened, “Who put this up Marcel?”
He peeked up from his book, his cheeks reddening, “I-I d-don’t know.” He stuttered.
I narrowed my eyes, “You are always the first one in class, so I know you saw who did this crap.”
He buried his face back into the book, “I don’t know.” He whispered.
“Were you a part of this?” he didn’t answer. I shoved the book down onto the desk, forcing him to look at me, “You were part of this weren’t you?”
He frowned, trying to look away, “Th-they m-ma…”
“You are such a dick.” I spat, turning away from him, grabbing the eraser and wiping the board clean.
“Well look who is on the top of the list.” I turned around to see the one and only Harry Styles standing in the doorway.
Harry Styles was the most popular guy in the entire school, Niall may be the most popular in our class, but Harry was number one all around. He pushed back his curly hair from his face, and advanced towards the board, “Let me help.” He placed his hand over mine, and the eraser.
I yanked my hand back quickly, embarrassed, “I can do it. I don’t need a guy to help for what a stupid guy started.” I yanked the eraser back, and erased the rest of the board.
“I wasn’t part of this. It was your class. I did happen to hear what it was, so I had to take a look.” He bent down for only me to hear, “They did happen to choose correctly for the hottest girl.” I peeked up, as he turned around and lazily waltzed out of the class, leaving my mind fuzzy with butterflies.
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Marcel’s POV:
A few hours earlier, before the white board incident.
I sat there in class early like I always did. Rereading the assignment to make sure I did everything correctly, when I saw Niall and his horde of guys come barging in.
“Okay where’s the list?” Niall looked back at the guys, holding his hand out. Zayn came forth, placing a piece of paper into his hand, his eyes met mine, making me turn away quickly. I never got myself involved with people, let alone the guys in my class, they weren’t the nicest to me.
“Okay did everyone vote?” Niall shook me out of my thoughts.
“Yes.” Everyone replied.
“Actually, I don’t think Marcel did.” Zayn smiled, pointing to me.
Niall turned his head, and smiled too, “I totally forgot about you geek.” He strode over, slamming the paper on my desk making me jump, “Vote for two hot girls in our class and two ugly girls in our class.”
“Wh-why?”
“Wh-wh-who cares! Just do it.” He made fun of me. I frowned not wanting them to bully me or do anything dangerous. I took my pen and gazed at the paper. Only one girl came to mind.
She had long wavy blonde hair, that looked soft to the touch, gorgeous eyes, one blue and one green, had a nice curvy shape, with a light sprinkle of freckles spread on her face. Her smiling face made me want to reach out gently to her…”Whoa! Marcel has a boner!” the guys broke out in laughter.
My face burned red, “N-no I don’t.” I put my head down, trying to hide my tears; I hated how they had to make fun of me over everything.
“Who’s the girl you want to fuck?” Zayn purred out.
I glared at him, “N-no one.”
“I don’t think that’s your answer is it now?”
“Write her name down already.” Niall ushered me.
I looked around, as they weren’t paying attention, and quickly put a tally mark next to Isabel’s name, and tally’s next to the other names I had to vote for. I pushed the paper away from me, catching Zayn’s smirk, showing me that he knew who I voted for.
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Isabel’s POV:
All of us girls in the class gathered up after school, I stood at the front, arms crossed, smiling at the plan I had in mind for the boys.
Everyone sat down and stared at me, “What are we going to do to get back at them?”
“Yeah! You said you had something to get them back!”
“Girls calm down.” I put my hands up, waiting for them to settle down, “This is the idea I have.”
I turned to the white board, grabbing a marker, and writing the boyfriend list on the top, “The boyfriend list?” Annabel asked, she sat towards the side, quietly examining everything. She was my best friend, and happened to be put onto the ugly list, I couldn’t accept that.
“Yes the boyfriend list.” I smiled at the crowd.
“What does it mean?”
“We all put our names down on the list, then all the boys’ names into a cup. One person draws the names; she places the guy’s names in order of how we signed up on the list. The guy next to your name, you have one month to make him your boyfriend and do whatever you want to do. Its time for them to see what its like to be toyed with.” I smiled triumphantly.
“Sorry Iz to burst your bubble, but if you recall correctly, some of us were put on the ugly list. We can’t all just magically make the guys our boyfriends. We’re not all as confident as you.” Annabel pointed out.
“We’re all beautiful, so don’t pay attention to that stupid list. We all have it in us to make someone our boyfriend. So just put your hearts to it, we can’t let the boy’s just walk all over us and degrade us constantly.” I pushed back at her, the girls nodding in agreement.
I placed a paper in front of a girl and told her to write her name down and pass it around, I was the last one to write my name on the list, “Now Annabel, I trust you wont do anything wrong, and make things fair, so I nominate you to draw the names for us. Is everyone in for this plan?”
“Yes!” the girls agreed.
“Annabel?”
She gave me a once over, then smiled, “I’m game.”
“Good.” I returned her smile.
I couldn’t wait to see what the boys would do, when this plan was finished.
They’ll know not to mess with us.
