Almost done. Almost done...
RING!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Finally! School was over and college wasn't for another year! Just the right amount of time to see... Never mind. So! I had just gathered my history books.
"Stella!"
My best friend Stacy was calling for me just as I had walked out of my class. How could I ever live with out her?
"Hey Stace. Wassabi?"
Wassabi was our way of saying "What's up?"
"Goin' home. See ya! Love you beautiful!"
"Love ya too babe!"
Stacy was a sweetheart.
She was always there for me, no matter what. If I argued with my parents about where I was staying over the summer, she always helped me through the rough times.
Especially since we are Greasers.
We aren't nice or relatively the people you talk about. We are bad asses that don't give a shit about anyone or anything.
But, if you catch us on our good side, we know how to have fun.
Fortunately for me and Stacy, we are rich Greasers and want to be Soc's.
Soc's are snotty rich kids, pretty much everyone but the Greasers. Since we are so rich and nice, we want to be Soc's.
Well, Stacy's nice, but me...
Not so nice.
With my naturally curly, black hair that goes down to my waist, my grey/blue eyes that could see through every lie, my dark make-up and chained ear cuff, along with my dark clothes and black leather jacket, I am the most feared girl in my school.
Even the guys were scared of me. I went to an all Soc school with middle class and 2 Greasers. Only two Soc's weren't afraid of me.
As I walked down the hallway to my locker, everyone immediately made a path for me to walk.
I continued walking when some kid was pushed into me. I was about to fall when the boy caught me. I looked up only to wish I fell. The boy who caught me was one of the two boys that wasn't afraid of me.
Harry Styles.
I hated him with a passion. Kind of like my teacher who hates Christmas music with a passion.
Harry grinned at me an hauled me up to my feet.
"Sorry Stel. Nice bummpin' into you."
I threw a punch at his face, grinning where I saw that he was cupping his cheek. I was about to walk away when Harry me into a wall, restraining my wrists. He glared at me.
"Try Stella Matts. Try that again, and I will end you."
His eyes pierced into me and I saw the truth in his eyes.
"Let go Styles and leave me the fuck alone."
I managed to get out of my clenched mouth and jaw. Harry smirked and put his lips to my ear.
"Nice try Bitch, but your mine."
I couldn't take it anymore. I kneed him in the groin and pushed him away with my feet. Not completely pleased with my work, I kicked his chest want watched him fall. I downward kicked his chest and got on top of him. I threw countless punches until he was knocked cold.
When I looked up, everyone was backing up away from me. Several girls ran away, and the guys stared at the unconscious Harry, worry about his well being.
