My Sisters Lover(Harry styles fanfiction)

Chapter 10

Once again it's Friday, thank god. Yesterday was the same as usual, I was ignored by pretty much everyone but nothing major happened other then my mom leaving for a week. I'll be spending the next week completely alone.

I walked into my last hour class which is art, a painting class to be exact. I sat in the back on my stool placed in front of my canvas. Right now there's nothing much on it but it's going to be some sort of Alaskan horizon scene with the northern lights illuminating the night sky.

Two girls walked into the room that I recognized. They were whispering and of course looking my way. I rolled my eyes then fixed them on my painting, waiting for the teacher to come in and start the lesson.

"Hey, can I ask you something?" one of the whispering girls asked. She had reddish hair, and was very skinny. She was actually beautiful, I wish I could be pretty in the way girls like her and my sister do. They have a natural beauty look to them that seems effortless.

"Yeah?"

"It's no secret that you get around, I mean we all know you do," she waved her hand around the room, "and I'm hearing rumors that you slept with my boyfriend earlier this week."

"None, of the things you just listed are even a smudge of the truth." I said bitting back the attitude I wanted to give her, "and anyway, I don't even know who your boyfriend is."

"Ha, say whatever you want we all know your an uncontrollable slut," she said and took a step closer, "So back off, and stay away from my boyfriend or else."

Getting sick of her nonsense I hopped off of my stool and this time it was my turn to get in her face.

"Or else what?" I squinted at her.

"I can make your life hell you know."

"Trust me it already is." I half laughed and curled my hands into tight fists, I could feel my nails painfully dig into the palms of my hands. Better my hands then her face.

"Oh right, I almost forgot you already did that yourself. I guess whores like you are just good at screwing up people's lives including your own. So do all of us a favor and just disappear you fat tramp."

I uncurled my fingers and raised my hand hearing a ripple of 'oooh's' travel throughout the class room. But before I let out my anger the classroom door swung open and the oblivious teacher entered. I lightly laid my hand to my side watching the redheads expression go from cocky to shock as she realized that I was going to hit her.

"Okay class, hope you have your paint ready to begin..." his eyes met our red faces and watched as she backed away, "Eliana? Mandy? Take your seats please."

I sat back down onto my stool and picked up a paint brush to begin.

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'Haven't seen her at school in a while, maybe she finally killed herself'

'I hope the cow starved herself, she needs to shed a few pounds.'

'Cow? you think she's a cow? She's a whale!'

'That's why she has no friends.'

These comments keep replaying in my head like a broken record. The house is completely quiet and as usual I'm alone. Janes at college and my mom went on her business trip. I begged her a long time ago not to send my aunt to come watch me while she's away. Then I would have no freedom and would be treated like a six year old. But now I kind of wished I had some compony.

The quietness was too upsetting, it's letting my mind wonder to much. I turned on my iHome and blasted some music and tried to focus on only the lyrics.