It's Complicated. [Harry Styles]

Chapter 2: Consequences of Remarks.

Chapter 2: Consequences of Remarks.

"What?" I spoke furrowing my eyebrows.

"A consequence of sex. Kat, you need to pay attention." Harry's voice had changed to one of an older man's.

Then the whole scene shifted and I opened my eyes to a bright light surrounding the classroom.

"What?" I muttered while rubbing my eyes.

"Kat this is the third time this week." Mr. Rivera stated. Everyone's attention was focused on me.

"I know, I know it won't happen again I promise." Unpropping my elbow, I sat up straight.

"Better not. Harry, name a consequence of having intercourse." Our sex ed teacher said to him.

"Loose p*ssy." He chuckled and the whole class erupted into laughter.

"And that's a weeks detention." Mr. Rivera spoke. Yep, that's Harry Styles for you. Seems kind of ironic that I was just day dreaming about us almost doing the nasty, in sex ed. Before you judge, he has not always been like this. Before the inappropriate remarks, the drinking, drugs and sex, he was actually a decent guy. Yeah, he was a jerky jock ,but not as rude and jerky as he is now. Harry quit the whole soccer thing and moved on. To a gang. I know, crazy right? The good looking soccer player that had gotten good grades, just suddenly has a change of mind and decides to turn into the badass of school. Giving up on getting good grades and now is an alcoholic and does drugs he never ever had thought once of doing before. The sex part. Harry wasn't a virgin when he turned. But, if I told you I was the one to take Harry's innocence, would you believe me?

Ring, ring. The bell rung signalling us for dismissal.

"Remember everyone, test on Thursday!" Mr. Rivera yelled through the students scrambling. "Harry, Kat will you stay after for a minute." Jesus Christ.

We both walked towards the desk and I looked over at Harry. A black shirt covered his abs as the same color of a leather jacket layed on top. His usual dark skinny jeans were on with a pair of old converse. Wow, somebody went all out today. Note the sarcasm. Harry looked at me, chuckled and blew a kiss. I quickly looked away, averting my eyes to our teacher.

"Both of you need to get on top of your grades. Kat, you need more sleep, just not in my class. Harry, the horrendous remarks are not necessary. If you both can't see to this then you will fail. Believe it or not, this class is important." I nodded, Harry just stood there looking bored as hell.

"Okay, both dismissed. Remember, detention Harry." Harry groaned and walked off, me following right behind.

After we had gotten out of the room, I felt a pair of huge hands push me into a wall of a dark corner and pin my hands above my head.

"What the he-!" He cut my sentence off with a hand stretched across my mouth.

Harry. I should've known.

"I know what you were dreaming about. You naughty girl." Harry whispered letting myself go, laughing darkly and walking off.

Crap, I sleep talk. Dammit!

Well, if you believed that I, Kat Buyer, had taken away Harry Style's v-card. Then you were wrong.

I tore it from his grasp.