Deranged

Chapter 3: Bad Ass

Chapter 3: Bad Ass

*Ashley's POV*

As I pad over to take a seat next to a red headed girl, she stops me with her hand before I could even sit. "Bitch." I mentally curse at her. I really don't want trouble, I just want to get this over with. Ugh. Why do I seem to attract more trouble?

"You can't sit here." The girl rudely states, making my blood boil even more. "Slut." 

"Listen, I don't want to get off on the wrong foot here. I just want to get this friggin' detention over with." I say just as equally harsh, my gaze never breaking hers.

The more I stare at her, the more I realize that she doesn't really look like a slut, let alone dress like one. She seems pretty decent, except her crazy hair and piercings.

"Friggin'?" She mocks me, chuckling as she does. That's it. I have had enough of this damn school!

I slam my hand on the desk in front of her, that should get her damn attention. I lean myself closer to her before I speak. My rage was consuming my whole being, my skin was a hundred degrees hotter than before. I suddenly felt the urge to grab her by her collar and slam her against the wall; but I don't, obviously.

"What the hell is your problem?!" I yell, the power of my own voice surprising me. She flinches back for a second but immediately regains her composure and her whole bad ass thing that she has going on.

"Now listen here missy, this our spot. And I'm not going to let a little miss goody-to-shoes with an attitude problem, like you, change that. Got it?" She's really getting on my nerves. I'd like to smash her face against the desk infront of her. Who the hell does she think she is? I might not seem like the type who would even get into fights, but I have a dark side that I'd rather not look into.

Suddenly, an arm grips my waist and pulls me off of the red headed girl.

"Woah, calm down babe." Larry's deep voice snaps me back to reality.

I didn't even notice that I gripped her collar in my fists or the fact that her face was inches from mine. I was kinda proud for standing up for myself. I usually let people push me down or something, but I've been building up this boiling anger since yesterday; and if I keep it in any longer, I am going to literally burst from the pressure.

"You know this bitch, Harry?" So his name's Harry. The red haired girl scoffs, whilst straightening out her crumpled shirt. I find myself smirking at her, the image of her surprised-scared expression still fresh in my mind. 

"Erm, yeah." He looks at me then at the red haired girl, then back at me. He seems.. Confused? 

"Then who is she?" The red haired girl asks smugly, and Harry looking as clueless as ever.

"I'm Ashley. And you're supposed to be?" I raise my brow at her in a mocking way. I answer for Harry, saving him from the red haired girl's question.

"Is she your girlfriend now or something?" She tauntingly says. Her brown eyes glaring at me with a stupid smirk on her face. 

"No, no, she's just some girl I met down the hall." The words tumble out of his mouth. My heart drops, I look down at the floor not wanting to meet either of their gazes. I know I don't really mean anything to him, but that hurt.

That sounds just as bad as saying, "just another whore I slept with". But you are just a girl he just met, you didn't even tell him your name. My subconscious reminds me. I mentally nod at her. I don't know, I guess I am over reacting. 

"Really now?" Her question trails off at the end. I tilt my head back up and see her gripping Harry by his neck and- kissing him! The sight is infuriating, I feel my face redden at it. Instead of saying anything, I leave the god damn room before I pound her beautiful face into a pulp.

As I walk down the hallway, I feel like complete shit. I hate myself for feeling this way when I shouldn't. I also feel like crying, but the tears don't come to my disappointment. Ugh, where am I even going? I'm not suppose to leave detention yet.

I'm going to get into bigger trouble because of this, I can already feel it. 

*Harry's POV*

I push Hayley away from me as soon as I realize what she was doing.

"What the fuck?!" I yell at her before walking away. She's so fucking annoying. I spin around to see if Ashley was still here. I better go apologize to her. I don't know why but I just feel like I have to. 

"Come on Haz, it was just a joke." She rolls her eyes. Completely amused by her actions.

"Fuck you!" I spit before storming out of the room. I immediately head down the hallway in hopes that I'd find Ashley.

After what seemed like a whole fucking eternity, I decided to stop. Why the fuck should I even go apologize to her? She doesn't mean anything to me and I certainly didn't fucking do anything wrong. And with that thought, I start heading to the parking lot. If I'm supposed to be getting fucking detention, might as well enjoy it.

As I walk out onto the open space, I spot a few of my friends idly standing by under the shade of a tree. It looks like they're smoking shit again. I walk towards the small group, catching their attention.

"Harooold! Fucking nice to see you again bro." I recognize the Irish accent as Niall's.

As I move closer to them, I notice that all their eyes were blood shot and that all of them had stupid ass grins on their faces. They were the only idiots dumb enough to both get drunk and high at the same time, especially on campus.

"Heyy, where have you been maaan?" Eric slurs.

He attempts to hug me but I quickly dodge him, earning a frown from his drunk face. I shoot him an annoyed look, warning him that he shouldn't be fucking around with me right now. Why does he get so fucking clingy when he's hammered? He slightly stumbles but quickly grips onto the railing behind him and steadies himself before he falls to the pavement . 

"Let's go back to Sean's place." I turn my gaze to Niall, who was currently puffing smoke from his mouth. 

"Whyyy? We're still ha-" Eric whines like a fucking baby. 

"I said we need to fucking leave! Now." I snap, irritation boiling over me.

"Eh." Niall shrugs as he makes his way to his car. Eric follows clumsily behind him, still swaying from side to side. I turn back around and direct my attention to Louis, who was still fucking busy smoking pot.

"Would you fucking drop that shit already?" My patience is really fucking short right now, and If I don't get out of here any sooner, somebody is going to really get hurt.

"Would you calm the fuck down? Geez." Louis blows out a puff of smoke into the air before throwing the joint to the ground and stepping on it. Surprisingly, he didn't say another word before heading towards my car. Good, he knows better than to argue with me right now. 

I follow directly after Louis. When we reach the car, I start it up as quickly as I can, wanting to escape this place that causes me a shit-load of stress. I don't care if I get kicked out anymore, all I know is I need to relax right now and a couple of drinks doesn't sound too bad. 

As I was about to leave the parking lot, I finally see her. She's going out of a building and she seems to be with somebody else. I drive at a much slower rate so I can take a glimpse of who she's with. When I'm finally close enough, I immediately recognize who she was with. My blood begins to boil even more at the sight of him.

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AUTHOR'S NOTE:

No, I have not died yet. Just been busy with projects and all, you know how the story goes. I know this chap. is gonna be a double update, so yeah. Oh, and I just want to say to those who read my stories, Thank you. (':

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