Chapter Eight

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The next morning I decided I wanted to look more punk along with my tattoo and piercings. I grabbed black skinny jeans and  regular black shirt and slipped them on.

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When I walked into school, everyone was staring at me,

"Stare much!" I say to whoever is listening.

"Woah.Calm down," Ashton says, grabbing my hand.

"Nice look" Michael says.

"Looking good, babe" Calum says.

"Nice tattoo," Luke compliments. I give them all a  smile that says thank you without word, while my cheeks rush red. Ashton and I head to our first class together and the other three boys head to theirs.

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"Bye you guys," I wave goodbye to my new friends.

"Bye," they say in unison. I began walking home, taking my shortcut through the alley again. I hear footsteps behind me so I turn around and find Calum.

"Hey, beautiful," he says with a smile.

"Oh, uh. Hey, Calum." I say

"So," he takes a step closer, "I heard you liked me."

"Exactly. 'liked' I don't like you no more." I tell him.

"Awe, why?" he asks. my mind immediately flashes to Ashton.

"I like someone else," I state firmly.

"Well," he says with a smirk, "I like you and that's all that matters," he picks me up and throws me over his shoulders and despite my protests, he takes me to his car.

"Let me out! I don't wanna be with you!" I cry.

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