Damaged

Chapter 1

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Cassie’s POV

It’s my final year of high-school. I shouldn’t have to deal with this. I shouldn’t have to deal with him. But being, my unlucky self. I am stuck in a class with that arrogant and self-absorbed dick, who seems to have made it his life goal to ruin me since we were 6 years old. Harry, for some reason has always had it out for me. Ever since the day he threw sand in my eyes, at age 6. This was a usual occurrence for us. Not the sand throwing part. More the part where he makes my life a living hell. At age 10, he cut off all the hair of my brand new doll that I had brought to school. At age 14, he “accidentally” spilt red pain on my chair, and after I sat on it.. He pointed it out and told everyone I had gotten my period. And now, we’re here at age 18. Still fighting. Still enemies. And also in the same Science class. He thinks he can just waltz here into class, with that smug look on his face. As if he bloody owns the place. I could tell this year was going to be a terrible year. But I’m going to try my best to ignore him. 

I get out my books and pens, only to have them slammed off the desk, by the douchebag himself. Harry Styles. 

“What’s up Castiel? Harry says, smirking. Proud of his nickname. 

“Fuck off Harry.” I retort, he honestly needs to shut his face. 

“Wow, for an angel Castiel, you sure are a bitch.”

“If you really want to get all technical, and call me Castiel, whom by the way is the angel of  Thursday. And if you really want to believe that you’re all smart, for coming up with comebacks. You should really know, that angels aren’t all innocent and pure. In all honesty, they’re dicks.” 

“You’re such a prude.” He replies, obviously agitated as he walks off to find a seat elsewhere. 

I’m relieved that he’s finally gone, I pick up my books and pens and start ruling up margins. Shortly after, my best friend Darcie arrives. She’s late, as per usual. Darcie is the complete opposite of me. She’s messy, and I am clean. She’s unorganised, and I like to plan 2 weeks in advance. She’s late, and I try to be as early possible. But I believe, it’s our differences that make us fit together so well. She takes a seat next to me, just as the bell rings and our teacher arrives. He’s old, and he’s frail looking. Oh boy. This was going to be an interesting history class. 

“Good morning class, welcome back. My name is Mr Bernstein. And I will be your history teacher for the year.” He pauses for a moment to cough, before he continues to speak. “Now if I could please get you.. What’s your name?” Mr Bernstein, points towards a brown haired boy at the front. 

“Liam. Liam Payne.” The boy replies with. 

“Okay, Liam. Can I please get you to hand these booklets out.” Mr Bernstein says, pointing towards the large stack of pale yellow booklets on his desk. Liam stands up, and walks over to the desk. He picks up the large pile, and begins to hand them out. Struggling at first due to the weight of all those booklets. When he gets to me he smiles. It’s a warm and caring smile. I haven’t really noticed him around before. He must be new. I return the smile, as he places my booklet on the desk. I thank him. 

When Liam is finally finished, Mr Bernstein speaks again. “Thank you Liam. Now if you could please turn to page 3, I will go over the course work for this term. You will be expected to study, and complete all homework tasks. This cannot be stressed enough, as the grades you are able to achieve this year...”

Our teacher is cut off by a rude and obnoxious boy, who inhabits the name Harry Styles. “Will determine how we go for the rest of our lives.. We get it. We get it. You don’t need to tell us again. We’ve heard it all before.” Harry barks at him, rolling his eyes. How could he be so inconsiderate?