The Nerd is a Secret Agent (Harry Styles

Chapter Three

~ Harry's Pov~

I am so pissed right now. Who does she think she is to say something like that to me. She is in for a treat today.

"Baby can you believe she said that to me" Christie whined.
If I'm being honest everything Mirabella said wasn't a lie. Christie was at my place and we were doing some pretty kinky things,if you know what I mean.

That still gave her no right to say that . If That bitch thinks she can get away this, her life is about to be a living hell.

~ Mirabella's Pov ~
4th period
Chemistry
Class with Harry ....
And Christie
Oh joy
You would think after that mess in the hallway Christie would leave me alone. But no . Here she is yapping in my ear about Harry and what he's gonna do to me . As if I would actually be afraid. As I get ready to shut her up the devil himself walks in with those piecing green eyes staring right at me .

As he walks by my desk he swipes my books to the ground .

Enough with this petty middle school shit . Why doesn't he tear me to shreds like Christie thinks he would.

"Hey Harry Did you enjoy the show this morning. I'm glad you decided to join the cast."I smirked ,watching him clench his jaw as he walked past me .

"Shut the fuck up"he grunted .

"Aww Styles that's no way to speak to a lady "I pouted
"Lady, your nothing but a whore in the street like your mother "He said smirking at me .
My smirk suddenly disappeared, he brought up my mother .

My mother.
He's in for it now .
Only God could help him now .
"Did you really just bring up my mother" I asked in disbelief.

"Aww did I bring up a touchy subject. Are the words I said true" he pouted sarcastically.

All I could see was red now . My Dad found my mother while she was working on the corner . Trying to get money for my brother . Trying to help them survive . Yet this boy had some nerve to bring up my mother .

"I bet you work on the same street as her .A two in one deal"

That was it I wasn't gonna let this boy disrespect me. Not today . Not ever .

Suddenly my fist flew across his face.
"Never talk about mother again" I yelled in his face my hand clutching the neck of his shirt.

Since I've known this boy I've never seen him as scared as he was now . And that mad me happy so fucking happy.
"Do you understand, Styles " I spat

He shakily nodded. What a bitch , all that talking he did and now I have him like putty on my hands .
I let go of his shirt but not without glaring at him as I walked out of the classroom.

I still can't believe he had the nerve to bring up my mother. Yes she's made mistakes but so has everyone else . Nobody's Perfect.

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