My Prison Guard is Harry Styles?!

Chapter 1

My name is Rose Jones, and I'm 16 and I go to American High. I hate my school, everyone is so stuck up and mean. They always make fun of my Adidas trackpants, my boring long brown hair, and my boring emerald eyes. I have no friends.

Walking to school I met up with my long time best friend Kayla Johnson. She was very smart but not as pretty as me which made her a great friend.

"How's it going Kay?" I asked her as walked together to school.

"Okay I guess. My brothers on a wildlife expedition in Africa but his bus got crushed by an elephant yesterd-"

"Oh that's great! Anyways, have I told you about my new crush yet?" I shared history with this new boy from out of state, and he was THE hottest boy in school, an other-worldly creature, absolutely divine.

"Yeah I think you mentioned him the other d-"

"Oh it looks like we're here! See you later Kay."

Grabbing my textbooks, I made my way to my first period class, chemistry. I ignored the cat-calls I received as I walked past the football team, but managed to lock eyes with the only one I cared for.

Colton Rogers.

His ice-blue eyes pierced my soul and I felt frozen in place, a silent battle happening between us with our eyes. It was intense and ferocious and yet I never wanted it to end, his gaze a drug that gave me a better high than anything else I could find on the street. I stood there for what seemed like forever, or until someone bumped my shoulder and gave me a nasty look, and I realized I was being a complete and utter pillock by standing in the middle of the hallway.

My class was boring as ever, and my teacher droned on and on until the bell rang and graced us with sweet merciful relief.

I let out a hugh mungus sigh in the hallway because I saw Brittany and her gang approaching me. Her bleach blond hair was shining disgustingly and her too white teeth were twisted into an evil smirk.

"Hey Rose, what you got there? Nerd!" Brittany said as pushed my science books onto the floor. "Oops, sorry!" She laughed as her gang tittered behind her. They walked away, swaying their hips with their short, short skirts.

I fumed. I hate Brittany. Bending over to pick up my books, I noticed another hand reaching for them. Why would anyone be helping me? But when I looked up, my eyes once again met the sapphire-blue orbs of Colton Rogers.

"Hey, are you okay?" He asked sounding genuinely concerned, and I absolutely swooned.

"Uhhhh..."

He stared at me. Oh man, say something! But then Brittany looked back and saw me talking to him.

"Oh, hey Colton!" She crooned, smiling sweetly and invading his personal space.

"Heeey Brittany..." he said awkwardly, and she leaned in for a kiss.

How dare she!

He awkwardly pushed her away, but she kept pushing him, so I stood up and wrestled her away, slamming her the ground and getting a Nelson hold on her arm.

Little did she know...

I was John Cena's daughter.

Rose Jones was just an alias. My real name is Cristal Cena, or Cris for short. I was raised by my father in Japan where he taught me the art of wrestling, but when he had to return to save the wrestling game I returned to my mother and took on the name Rose Jones for our own safety.

My childhood was very lonely and traumatic, spending many years living in a monastery with monks in Japan who did not allow me to speak, and then many years training in the wilderness with my father. Moving in with my mother, I was forced to adapt to regular society. It completely ripped my sense of normalcy to shreds and left me floundering socially, since the only people I've ever felt a sense of companionship with were monks and that bear that almost killed my dad that one time. Being a normal teenager is something I have always struggled with, and it only makes it worse that I am not like other girls.

"What the hell are you doing?" Colton yelled, taking me out of my flashbacks.

"I'm saving you!" I replied with a grin. He's totally going with me to the dance now that I've showed him my amazing wrestling skills!! o///o

"She's literally dead!" He cried.

"What?" I asked, confused, but then noticed she had stopped struggling under my hold. I must have been holding her down for a longer time than I realized while I was reminiscing about the past, and now Brittany was no longer breathing.

The police showed up a few minutes later and I was taken into custody. John Cena attempted to bail me out, but it was not possible. I was sentenced to 80 years in prison.

When I got there i realized it was not so bad. I did not have to go to school, clean my room, or do dishes, which was epic. I was escorted to my cell and I fell asleep.

When I woke up I saw a figure standing outside my cell. I stood up to get a better look as he seemed mildly familiar.

Wait...

My prison guard is Harry Styles?!