The Bad Boy

Chapter 9

Stephanie's P.O.V.

I have a dream about Harry that night. Thank god it's Sunday because I really need church after that. My family and I are Catholics and we attend church every Sunday morning at eight before they go to work. We drive seperately and I head over to Ally's house afterwards.

We spend the day on the couch, watching movies, doing homework, and working on our stories that we are writing for fun. I listen to her play her piece for her solo performance multiple times, each time better than the last. We fall asleep on her couch.

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"Wake up you lazy ass we are going to be late for school!" Ally says, hitting me in the head with a throw pillow.

I open my eyes and look at the clock on the TV. We have to be at school in twenty minutes! We dress in a hurry and thank god Ally and I are the same size. I pull on a dark wash denim mini skirt and a white angel sleeve tight fitted top along with my braided Abercrombie flip flops. Screw dress code. Ally opts for a pair of white denim shirt and a turquoise peasant top with a gold sequin cross on the front and a pair of ankle boots. We dash to school in a hurry and slide into our first period class as soon as the bell rings. There is no sign of Harry and he doesn't show up until my very last class.

"Miss me?" he breathes into my ear.

"You wish!" I say as the bell rings.

I am being so hostile because I know once we go our separate ways to college we won't be able to see each other and I'm 99.99% positive he won't be attending law school with me. So it's better to start the detachment now because the more I like him the harder it will be to let go. I just want to enjoy this summer and not get attached to him.

The final bell rings and he walks beside me to my locker the whole time.

"Where were you?" I ask as I pack my book bag slowly. I want is to have some time to talk.

"I skipped, why?" he asks.

"Just wondering." I say as he closes his locker and steps towards me. He snaps but I pay no attention, closing my locker.

Suddenly he has pressed me back against the lockers, and his lips are sealed onto mine. His hands find their way to my ass and grasp it. His tongue pushes its way into my mouth.

I shove him back "What the hell!?" I yell.

I hear a snicker from beside him. Zayn has had a video camera aimed at me the whole time.

I flip them the bird and storm out to my car. Sometimes I swear they do the best they can to absolutely piss me off and other times I don't even think they have to try.

The rest of the day consists of eating dinner, doing homework, and watching Netflix. Somehow I know another prank is coming..

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I sleep with my window open that night, the cool breeze blowing into my room. When I wake up in the morning, my alarm scared me and I bolt upright. Or try to at least. When I look down I can't see my covers through the mass of duct tape tying me to my bed. Oh my god he didn't! I pinch my self to make sure it's not a dream. It isn't. He really did it. Something black falls in front of my face and I realize it's a piece of my hair. When I shake the rest of it out I see he spray painted a black stripe in it. SERIOUSLY?!

"I'm goint to kill him!" I scream, knowing no one will hear me.

"Good morning sunshine," Harry pops his head in the still open window.

"If I wasn't stuck, you wouldn't have a dick right now," I glare at him.

"I think it would be pretty hard to rip good old thunderstick off," He smiles.