The Mischief Makers [INCOMPLETE]

BONUS CHAPTER: Home Wreckers & I Told You So

From the moment she laid eyes on him, it was as if a permanent trance had been casted on her. No one could stop her from wanting to get to him. He was the center of her everyday focus. She breathed in Austin Hills and refused to exhale.

She was a pretty Freshman and he rised above all, ranking as a popular Junior. He had this sort of vibe that attracted all attention. The two year difference didn't stop her.

He was trouble from the start, but she dunked right in, head first. She didn't know how to swim and he was the water, but she dived in anyway, hoping she could figure it out.

The thing that was holding her back was attention. He never noticed.

Austin Hills. Luscious brown hair with blonde streaks complimenting it. Six foot and a scrawny grunge vibe.

He always had a thing for mischief, coming off as Saint John's ultimate bad boy. And Hannah was irrevocably in love, or so she said.

"Katherine, he's perfect," she whined to her friend.

Katherine rolled her eyes.

"Hannah, he's 17, an alcoholic, a near high school drop out, and did I mention he's two years older than you?! I heard he even has tattoos already!" exclaimed Katherine.

But of course none of this ever registered in Hannah's brain, as her eyes were glued on the swaggering clique of Juniors that passed. And Austin Hills was one of them.

She watched as his adorable face scrunched up in laughter as one of his buddies made a joke. And she watched as one of his buddies nudged him.

Suddenly, he turned and made full eye contact with Hannah, face stoic and serious. She immediately turned away, cheeks flaming, embarrassed that she was caught.

Austin smiled and mentally dubbed the little girl cute. His friends chortled in harmony once she looked away.

But secretly Hannah's heart leapt in her chest, thumping out of rhythm uncontrollably.

This was the first time he noticed her.

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It was Friday the 13th and the weather had finally chilled. Hannah sat on a table outside, feeling the breeze fly by, her thick wavy hair drifting with it. It was one year later and she matured, leaving her stupid obsession of Austin behind.

Waiting for her ride to pick her up, her leg shook in impatience. Katherine was nowhere to be found. The skirt she dawned threatened to lift up with every blow of the wind and she hastily pulled it down everytime.

"What're you still doing here?" a deep voice asked.

Hannah curiously turned around. Her eyes widened.

"I could ask you the same," she said back.

Austin smiled. "Well I asked you first."

She sighed, admitting defeat. "My ride's late."

He nodded understandingly and sat on the lunch table next to her. He smelled of musky cologne and cigarettes. His sleeveless jean jacket displayed his range of tattoos and his combat boots clanged on the bench.

"Well that blows," he drawled.

Hannah nodded, not knowing what to say.

"I'm Austin, by the way," he spoke aruptly.

He turned to face her. She gave a little grin.

"I'm Hannah, Mister Senior."

He beamed in amusement. "Ah, the accursed title."