The Bad Boy

Chapter 1

Stephanie's P.O.V.

There he is, strolling down the hallway wearing the usual black t-shirt and black jeans, his work boots loosely tied. There is a confidence in his step and he knows what he is to every other girl in the school except me.

"Oh my gosh I hope his locker is next to mine!"My best friend Ally gushes. "Do you think it could be since that Russian girl moved and he came?"

"Yeah. It's a possibility.Why do you think she moved anyway and he just joined?" I wonder out loud as he turns in our direction.

Ally quickly turns and starts to dial what she thinks is her locker. Her combination won't click and I feel Harry fastly approaching.

"Hello ladies. Can I ask why you are attempting to break into my locker?" He asks.

"Wha....what?" Ally stutters.

"You know it's not nice to make assumptions, especially such rude ones," I interject.

"Well excuse me Stephanie," Harry smirks.

"Wai- how do you even know my name?" I ask with a disgusted look on my face.

"I do my research," Harry replies, leaning on the lockers.

"Perv." I say and grab my books from my locker, slamming it closed afterwards. "Let's go Ally." I grab her wrist and tug her out of lala land.

"Don't be so rude to him!" She says.

"Why do you even like him?" I ask.

"He's only the most gorgeous specimen of man to ever grace this Earth!" She gushes.

"I might puke," I make some gagging noises.

"Oh shut up. You're like the only girl at our school who won't be head over heels for him," Ally responds.

"I guess I'm the only smart girl at this school then," I mutter.

"What did you just say?" Ally asks.

"Just kidding." I say, pulling open the door of our first class of the day. We slide into our desks next to each other and who should slide into the desk on my other side, but Harry Styles.

"Miss me?" He asks.

"You wish." I say as the teacher walks in.
We begin our lesson but I can focus. Harry keeps trying to talk to me and I can't concentrate. Our desks are scooted close together because we have such a large class and he is constantly kicking my foot to ask me a stupid questions.

"What color are grapes?" he batts his eyelashes at me.

"The color of your dick," I cross my arms.

"What color is that?" he asks.

"I could probably find out if I asked half the girls back where you come from. You have probably slept with more than half of them actually," I say.

This earns a chuckle from him, "Do you want to be added to that list?"

"Right after pigs fly."I snort.

He whips his phone out of his pocket, types something in and then hands it to me. On the screen is a black and white photograph of a man in a plane, with a pig sitting next to him. Taped to the front is a sign reading "I am the first pig to fly."

I am stunned speechless but Harry smirks and says, "Anywhere anytime."

"Maybe in your dreams you creepy pedofilic pervert," I fire back and hand him the phone. "MR STEVENS HARRY HAS HIS PHONE OUT!" I scream.