Boys Don't Like Me

AUTHORS NOTE:this book will contain some true events ,some sexual sence too (these are not true guys still a v but to make the book inturesting for my dirty minded turtles I shall make this for you) if you are under the age of 12 this book probably won't be for you but you can still read it some characters in this book are real but names have been changed on this not let's begain the book!!!!!!

CHAPTER 1

RILEY'S POINT OF VIEW

Freshman hall way seems like a bitch today, ugh sometimes you just wish the government would be cool and say yea you guys don't have to go to school ! but guess where I am? school.

"Fruck, where the hell is she ?" I silently mutter under my breath.

FINALY I found her next to the biology center in the senior hall way

"Ariela, did you do your chemistry homework last night?"

"Fudge sticks no.Can I copy please Riley?"

Why the hell did she think I asked cause I knew she didn't do it .She was at Alex's house last night.

"Yea sure here ya go Air Bear"

"YAA! Bitches for life babe?"

"Bitches for life"

when we were in sixth grade the first name we called each other was bitch. So now were bitches for life.

The algebra teacher just gave us this ugly look.

"Well I gotta get to Algebra 2"

"Now class Mrs.Branock is not here ttoday's s on that note she left you easy work." Mrs.True said as she was writing our assignment on the board.

"Please do pages 230 through 250." her voice was as dry and monotoned as it could be.

In 5 minutes I was done with all of the work. My teacher says I'm 'gifted' in math.

The bell rang and I scurried out of my class. The hallway was full of teens, some were makeing out on the lockers some were doing homework they forgot to do the night before .

I was makeing my way back to my locker to get my textbook for chemistry. Turning the lock on my locker the numbers I've mesmerized for this year still impreted in my head 14-46-10 .

The damn thing wouldn't open. "fuck" I cursed under my breath.

"Let me help you" said a deep,slow, calming voice .

Without looking at the person I just said "no thanks im perfectly capable of doing it on my own" while I was getting frustrated with my lock. A pair of arms wrapped around my waste. his hands moved mine from my lock. I was frozen in place I didn't feel thretend or scared I felt sad in these arms of this mysterious stranger. his hand easily removes the lock from the door. I turned around in his arms to be meet with emerald orbs stareing into mine. there was a slight smirk on his face and then I found out why. he was Harry Styles the schools punk boy with an attitude not to mention a he's from the senior corridor and I am from the grade nine corridor . What is a boy like him, over here with a girl like me? We have nothing in commin.

'Your Harry?" I asked