Spawn Of Satan

Chapter 8

A/N: THIS IS IMPORTANT PLEASE READ!

In this chapter, contains self harm, and very emotional stuff, in other words I DO NOT promote self harm. Self harm is a serious event and is not recommended. With all means, Enjoy.

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I decided to walk to school since I need exercise. I headed down the sidewalk to see a car coming up behind me, I ignored it but it stopped next to me. I looked to see who it was and I saw Liam. I smiled and waved.

“Need a ride?” He asked.

“Thanks, but I’m alright.” I said.

“Come on, it is the least I can do.” He said. I rolled my eyes playfully and walked over to get in his car.

I opened the door and hopped in.

“I see you walk every day.” He said. I nodded.

“Why?” He asked.

“Don’t have my own car.” I said.

“You don’t?” He asked.

“Yeah, I have the money to get one, but I don’t need one, I am okay with walking.” I said.

“Really? Most girls are afraid they will get to sweaty and nasty.” He said.

“Have you noticed I am not like most girls?” I asked.

“I guess so.” He said. I nodded. We drove to the school and walked to our lockers. I grabbed my books and walked to class. I sat down next to Gem and she started talking to Louis and Liam about something. But I was thinking about something.

Why was Harry going out with Brittany? Does Brittany have a nice side? Or is he just a dumbass that goes for hoes.

I then was snapped out of my thoughts when I heard someone say.

“Hey babe.” Harry said.

“So, you know that talent show thing? Well, I decided I wanna be in it too.” She said. I almost choked.

“Oh yeah?” He said.

“Well, I heard someone said that you can get a scholarship to Juilliard if you win.” She said. I then stopped breathing, if Brittany goes to Juilliard, fuck my life.

“You should go for it babe.” He said. I looked to Liam. He was looking at me like she had just said zombies were attacking the earth. I focused back on Harry and Brittany who were full on snogging now.

“Get some Harry!” A kid yelled.

“Give me a minute while I go puke.” Gemma said. I laughed. The teacher walked in and called the roll.

“Okay, now we our going to the talent show, if you are in it, head to the backstage, if you aren’t head to the seats.” The teacher said. We all got up and Harry and Brittany stopped playing tongue tennis. I said goodbye to Gemma, and me, and the boys, not Harry, walked to the backstage. I walked over to the girls locker room to change into my outfit, and apply makeup before I walked on stage to sing.

I walked out of the locker room to run into Brittany. She scoffed.

“Watch where your going whore.” She said.

“Oh! I’m the whore? Because I have had no boyfriends in my life? I haven’t had my first kiss, or lost my virginity?” I asked sarcastically. She rolled her eyes.