Trouble

Chapter Six

"You don't know what kind of trouble you got yourself into, Styles." I can hear Jake hiss into my ear. I decide to aviod and confrontation, so I put my guard down and ignore him. Even after a couple seconds he left me alone, he didn't say a word, except the talking I heard behind me with his little posy friends.

"Jake! No talking, this is the third time this week I have had to call on you for rudely disrupting my class!" The teacher pauses to write something down on the desk, a slip of paper arises from below her. "Down to the office you go, and don't forget to hand this to Mrs.Kirkpatrick." Ew, the sound of her name even made me cringe. I slowly turn around, with a uncivilized smirk planted across my lips, chuckling. Once he takes notice its like a volcano of anger errupted inside him.

"But-" He was helpless, and a sophomoric, puerile baby.

"Don't be immature, Jake." I scoff, turning back around, feeling slightly pleased with my self. Only slightly because the rest of my emotion was fear in what he was going to do to me.

"Oh, you're in for it now." He posthastedly gets out of his desk and sulks across the room, like he was on seven different types of drugs. To be completely honest, I would be less than surprised if he actually did.

Jake was annoying, and so was his crew. But you /know what else they are? Strong. Buff, bigger than me. If he decided to gather up his crew and beat me up, my mom would find out by the bruises and cuts and take me out of school, we would move again. I didn't really want to have to start all over again, I had made friends here and going to a whole new place would be tough making out new ones.

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There I was, slamming my locker, still shaking neroticly waiting for Jake and Liam to come beat the shit out of me. But all day since Jake was sent down, I hadn't seen them, assuming they ditched being the "wannabe badasses" they are.

I slip through the glass doors of my school, the sun was out, shining nice and illumininant. I can automatically smell weed and smoke. It was them.

I stop in my tracks seeing them, quickly whipping around to face the other way, but it is already too late.

"Aye! We aren't done yet, remember what I told you?" My heart begins to pick up pace. I couldn't be beat up by him! My mom was going to make me transfer if she saw any marks, I start walking extrememly fast away, soon enough I find myself running for dear life. "You're dead meat kid." I see him spit out chewing tabacco, and he starts chasing me.

My feet are pounding, my book bag thumping on my back, my heart feels like it could be heard a mile away.

"Leave me alone please!" I supplicate as I reach the end of my path, no where to run. Here I was, a sweating boy, panicked and out of breath, with no where to go.

I was trapped.

 

*angel music plays in backround* GOD BLESS THIS!!! I HAVE FINALLY UPDATED!! It has been almost a month, I have nearly finshed this chapter TWICE, but my mom keeps forgeting to leave my tab open. I am so sorry it is the shortest thing in the whole world. I had to get it up, I will update in two or one day I promise, this is only 1/3 of it. So I will do part two, but this HAD to go up and for me to write the whole thing- I'd have you waiting atleast two more days.

Love you sorry for long A/N 

Xx

-Abby