Three words

Chapter six

Question A/N at the end, skip if you want. C: And calm down, Zayn really comes in, in about chappie 8 or 9 xD Don't get too angry c:

-Rey xx

Chaz's POV

I laughed and walked up to Chrissy, pressing my body against hers. She was stood, trembling between the locker and I. Whenever she was frightened, her eyes lit up brighter than a star. Oh, how she makes me feel.

Pain and fear flashed through her eyes but then she narrowed them and her eyes turned a dark navy blue.

"Get off." She growled, putting both hands on my chest and roughly pushing me away, causing me to stumble backwards. How strong was she to actually move a football player? Captain, at that.

I quickly caught myself and smirked at Chrissy, advancing on her once again.

"When I say get off.." She started, before her fist making rough contact with my face. "I mean it."

I stumbled back again and stared at her in awe. Chrissy, the girl I crush on, the girl that was always considered weak and frail, the girl that was basically the school's pariah, just had the nerve to punch me, and hard. So hard, a delayed sound in my ears, a crack had rung out through the air and pain launched into my cheekbone. 

I just looked at her, studying her hard features and trying to find what made her so mad. I'm the Chaz Manning, youtube and X factor sensation. At least to about five thousand or so girls.  Why would she hate me so much? Was it the fact I bullied her, thinking the fact that making her our school's pariah would be less painful than being the school slut?

I hadn't noticed the large crowd around us until now, their heavy and anticipating breaths, awaiting eyes, still bodies. I glanced at my whore-of-a-girlfriend, Mary Brittan, and snorted at the scowl on her face. Even though Chrissy just punched me, I wouldn't let Mary Brittan hate her, especially since this wasn't even her problem.

I looked back at a fuming Chrissy, who had a perfect fighting stance, pink cheeks, short angered breaths, and a hateful expression. 

But I don't blame her, I am sort of a dick.

"I'm tired of you walking all over me like I'm some kind of..some kind of trash! I'm tired of you yelling horrible comments at me, or laughing at every single mistake I make. It's time I stand up for myself, and it's not the only time I should've. You deserve every single little piece of shit that's coming for you and you should just stay away." Chrissy hissed, me acting cool and nonchalant. Yet, through that outer layer I'd always kept up, it hurt. Bad. 

She was a lot shorter than me, with strait blonde hair that reached her just past her shoulder blades, big blue eyes, and a round face, completed with rosy cheeks and perfect teeth. It was kind of hard not to like her, in fact, plenty of the boys here did. But I only made them hate her so I could easily have her. 

"I hope this makes you stay away."Chrissy snarled, grabbing her backpack, slinging it over her shoulder, and strutting off. Yet, still, the crowd didn't disperse.

"Baby, are you okay?"Mary Brittan cried, rushing over and squatting next to me. She was clearly faking, but loving the attention. She had fake tears streaming down her face and she shot a hateful expression towards Chrissy's back.

All that anger I've held inside for ages, just hating every teenage guy for lustfully glaring at Chrissy, Spurted out, making my face red and wrinkled together as if someone was pulling the skin from the bridge of my nose. 

"Y'know what, Mary, we're over. Why do you hate her so much? She never did anything to you!"I shouted, taking her and the crowd by surprise. I stood up and swatted Mary's hand off of my arm, glaring at her and waiting for her answer. As if planned, it came back just as fast and angrily.