Bad Reputation

//Chapter Nine//

I texted Clarity to tell her to come to mines to get ready for Brad's party tomorrow night, but when I arrived home I received a text message from an unknown number.
From: Unknown
Hey babe. Meet me at Starbucks, catch up for a coffee. Missed you so much.
P xo
I scanned my eyes over and over the text and I couldn't imagine who 'P' was?
"Mom!"i yelled to her from upstairs.
"What?!"she snapped back.
"Well I'm sorry, I'm going out to get a coffee with a friend at Starbucks."i spat back, appalled at her rude language.
"Which friend?"she said her tone softening down.
"Charlie,"i said lied, picking my hair up in a bun then putting on my navy parka and tanned ankle boots, tying the laces around each other.
"Be home by eight, your dinner will be ready."she said noticing my angry tone.
"I don't want dinner, I'm going to pick up a chinese on the way home."i said leaving out downstairs, and grabbing my brothers car keys to his vehicle.
"Fine, goodbye"she drained, when I just shrugged and walked out, slamming the door behind me.
What a day this had been, I had walked away from Harry because I found it hard to discover his true self, I secondly now have a mystery being texting me known as 'P'. Now my hormonal Mother is acting like a total bitch. I had, had enough. I started the car as the engine roared into life as I drove away to Starbucks.
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I arrived at Starbucks, exiting and locking the car as I trembled through the chilled air, into the coffee shop.
As I swung the door open, the waft of cinnamon spices and chocolate hit my nasal senses.
I looked around to see if anyone was attempting to make eye contact with me, no one was though.
So I walked over to the counter and ordered a 'Pumpkin Spice Late'.
"Hi, what can I get you?"the young attractive man spoke, his eyes hungrily gazing up and down my body, as I cleared my throat as his eyes shot up to meet mine, as I spoke.
"I'll have a Pumpkin Late."i said, looking at the till awkwardly, handing him the fifteen dollars.
He took the money out of my hand and went to make the late.
As he offered some cinnamon on the top of it as I gently complied and took the late away once he had made it.
"Here's your change."he said, handing me the money.
"Thanks,"i said sipping the late and slowly walking away.
"Excuse me?"he said, interrupting me from taking a seat.
"Yes?"i said turning around taking another sip of the late.
"Can I get your number?"he said, his eyes glancing towards my breasts as I coughed awkwardly, noticing his gaze knowing that all he wanted of me was my body, then he'd leave.
"Sure, but I'll take yours onto my phone."i said, handing mine to him as he typed into the contact list and handed it back, as I looked at the ID he named himself.
"Mikey?"i said, raising an eyebrow.
"Yeah, pleasure to meet you."he chuckled, kissing my cheek from over the counter.
"Bye-?"he said, questioning my name.
"Belle."i said, walking over to a table and taking a seat while I felt his gaze linger behind me.
I sat sipping at my late, for about ten minutes, until a strange girl sat at the stool in front of me.
"Hi?"i said, looking around, if she had sat with the wrong person.
"It's me?!"she laughed, engulfing me into a hug.
"Excuse me?"i gasped pulling out from the hug.
"It's me, Perrie!"she giggled as I squealed and hugged her myself.
Perrie was my lifelong friend since nursery, we split up when she moved to Toronto and that's when my bullying started.
I had loved Perrie since we were little, she had always been there for me, and I her.
She grasped me in the hug then gently took my hand, sipping at her cream coffee.
"So how's school since I left?"she said, placing her phone in her purse.
"I don't go there anymore, Perrie."i sighed.
I had never told Perrie about me being bullied, when she left. It wasn't on my agenda, it was neither wanted, I knew she would go mad and kill everyone in that school who laid a finger on me or whoever said a single name.
"Why? Did you move house?"she said, taking another sip, parting our hands, as I took in her newly features.
She had baby blue hair, with about ten ear pearcing's split between each ear. She had purple lipstick on that contrasted with her pale skin and black winged eyeliner.
"No."i said, shaking my head and taking a couple of more sips of the strong smelling cinnamon late in front of me.
"What happened, tell me everything."she said, taking my hand again in hers, comforting me as I felt the tears arrive in my eyes, but I held them in, not wanting to make them spill by my hormonal and bullying emotions.
"I was bullied when you left, Perrie."i sighed, parting our hands and using one of my own to support my head as I slouched on the table.
"What?!"she yelled, her protective side taking over.
"Don't freak out, I have new friends. I moved on Monday."i smiled, as her eyes were filled with horror as my sleeve slipped down, while I was holding my head up.
"Y-you cut?"she cried, tears threatening to fall from her eyes as they brimmed at the corners, as she blinked uncontrollably trying to get them away.
"I used to, I stopped about two weeks ago, don't take this badly. Only my Mom knows."i gulped, pushing my empty late cup to the side.
"It's not about that. They drove you to this, and I wasn't there. I was made to protect you, I'm your best friend, not a distant one. I'm here now, and I'm staying forever to keep you safe. This isn't going to happen again, not when I'm here. I can't believe I let this happen to you, but I'm too late to stop it or remove your scars. This isn't happening again, I swear if I see those dicks, I'll kill 'em."she swore, tears slipping down her cheeks, as I leaned across the table hugging onto her for dear life.
"You may have been gone Perrie, but there's not one part of me that didn't miss my punky colourful bestie."i whispered into her ear, chuckling at what I used to call her when I was younger, like she called me 'nerdy bella boo'.
The times we missed.
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I arrived home after a pretty emotional night. Since I spent most of my night with Perrie, the chinese had closed so I was going hungry.
I guess I would have to make do with a peanut butter and jelly instead.
I changed out of my clothes and into my comfy shorts and jumper and flicked on my laptop, playing my track list on my water speakers.
I laid on my bed, and placed my head down, lying flat. My mind flicked to Harry, thinking about his structure and emotional stability to make friends or make a conversations. I thought about his facial features and hopped off my bed grabbing my art pad and sketching pencils and outlining his face, drawing his facial structure, eyes and lips. His sharp jaw, the way it tensed when he was angry, annoyed or nervous. I seen it all the time. His eyes, bright and shining and full of colour. His lips slightly parted, in a long heart shape, slightly dusted pink, along with his cheekbones. His nose, bridged with a slight point at the end, but not extremely pointed. Then his hair, the way it bounced about on his head or stuck to his forehead with the beads of sweat, that leaked from his pores. The dark chocolate brown curls, that curled every time he probably washed it, the way they fell into place when he whipped his head around, I drew all of these features in making them look real as I could.
I knew it felt or sounded weird to be drawing a boy that I hardly knew, but there was no doubt that Harry wasn't beautiful, he certainly was. His face, eyes, hair and everything in between was perfect, he was the perfect looking boy. There was just one problem.
He had a Bad Reputation.
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Thanks for the votes and reads guys.
I want to dedicate this chapter to a close friend of mine, called Emma.
I actually love her with all my heart, she means the world to me. I will be there for you Emma, you will get through this, you are strong.
To raise awareness of young people who self harm and commit suicide or attempt to, please do not hold it in, bottle it up, or whatever you want to call it. Please tell someone, don't leave yourself on your own as if you feel you have no one to tell it to.
Support Young Minds, the charity, it honestly is an amazing charity and deserves the money they receive.
Make a difference to a young person's life. We can beat mental health, help the ones who suffer and get them through it.
Thanks for reading. This chapter meant a lot, to my friend and me.
Carly😊