Nothing but Trouble {Harry Styles Punk/ AU}

Chapter 8

My break and third period -which was French with Hannah- went by faster than I expected it to be because of how slow the day was going. I was now sitting in the middle of Chemistry with my teacher, Mr. Fitz (A/N: Yes...I got that from Pretty Little Liars....I'M SORRY!), who just continued to talk about every chemical there was. The other part of class I dreaded? Two of the boys from Saturday were sitting at the table behind me, so I was able to feel their glares on my back. Okay? One of the boys was Liam from my English class while the other boy was the one that grabbed my wrist, which left a small bruise from how tight he was gripping at first. During the entire class, the two boys glared at me but they also whispered about something which wasn't audible for me to hear.

Could this day go any slower? Or get any worse?

I was leaning back in my seat, stretching my arms out behind me because I felt as though they were going numb. A tight grip pinned both of my wrists to the desk behind me so I snapped my head back to look at the boy, who just glared at me. He slowly leaned his head down, as though to kiss me, before whispering in my ear. His voice was low and cold, nothing like that night which was playful and teasing. "If I were you, I'd think really hard about your decision that you're going to have to make soon. Wrong answer could cost you your life...or someone else's life." His threat, or warning, caused the hairs on the back of my neck to stand and goosebumps to spread through my body. He harshly let go of my hands by pushing my arms forward, my knee hit the table which made the class turn to look. I just smiled and looked at my book, sighing softly when they all turned back to the movie.

In all honesty, I was absolutely terrified as to what could happen if I made the wrong 'decision' but I was confused as to what. The rest of the class went by as though nothing happened yet there was still the feeling that the two boys were glaring at me. It was one of those feelings that gave you a chill though you couldn't see it. As Mr. Fitz was reaching the end of his lesson, I slowly began to pack my stuff out since I wanted to get out of the classroom fast enough. I had lunch next but I had to look around for a table to sit at, which I would sit at alone unless Jackson decided to stay this time. My eyes watched the minute hand on the clock, seeing that it was moving at a teasingly slow pace.

As soon as the bell ring, I got up and basically ran out of the classroom as fast as I could so I wouldn't bump into those five again, That seemed to be my mission for this school year and the next: Steer clear of those five boys. But another part of me wanted to find out who they were and why they were bothering with me. I didn't realize where I was walking until I found myself bumping into someone and dropping my bag, my body hitting the ground with a soft thud. The hall was silent for a long time and when I finally opened my eyes I could see why they were so quiet. The boy with dark brown, curly hair was standing above me with his hands in the pockets of his faded black jean jacket. His dark green eyed glare serged through my body, sending a wave of fear through my body. From what I could see, he was also wearing a pair of black skinny jeans -which in my opinion made his legs look like sex- and a black loose shirt under the jean jacket.

"Do you have a sight problem?" a deep, husky voice snapped at me as I stood up with my stuff back in my arms. I didn't dare to look up at him. Until he seized my chin tightly between his thumb and pointer finger causing me to meet his deathly glare. Green eyes V.S. green eyes. The hall had grew even quieter as he did what he did, his grip never faltering but tightening and his glare getting harder. "Watch where you're going next time before I fucking show you how to walk." He slammed me into the locker when he let go of my chin, causing all my stuff to fall out of my arms again. He walked away with his group of friends that also included a few girls but the girls had a sympathy look on their face.

My breathing was heavy and my heart was racing faster than the speed of light, along with the shaking of my body. I was BEYOND terrified of that brown haired, green eyed boy. Taking a deep breath, I regathered my belongs and hurried off to the lunchroom where everyone turned to stare. Apparently, school gossip spread faster than a wild fire when it involved the new girl and a bad boy. My eyes searched the lunchroom for any signs of Hannah before I found her waving her arms like an idiot near the back doors. I made my way to the doors, the feeling as though time was slowing down with each step I took. It honest to God scared me. Hannah's smile never faded even when I was basically by her side but before she could ask anything my stomach growled ferociously. Was I that hungry?

Hannah laughed it off then gripped my arm tight, dragging me out to a small bench where another girl sat there eating. The girl had long, curly blonde hair that went perfectly with her sparkling blue eyes, though her dark red lips didn't smile they were beautiful. I was jealous of her beauty all of a sudden. Black was basically all she was wearing besides her lips but it seemed to actually look nice on her. A pair of black skinny jeans and a black crop top, pair with black laced up ankle boots...basically an outfit every girl wished she could wear but never had the courage. What kept her warm was the black leather jacket that possibly fit her body than anything else I have in my closet. Her necklace was the same as Hannah's and they both wore a fedora hat.

What was their problem with wearing crop tops in the middle of winter?!
Were they crazy?
Don't answer that.

"Tristan! Tristan! Look! We have a new friend!" exclaimed Hannah once we reached the blonde girl, who didn't even flinch with the yelling but I sure as hell did. We stood right in front of the blonde -I guess Tristan- and waited for her to speak, she just stared at us though. Mainly me. I guess she was looking me over because her eyes trailed up and done slowly. No smile. No emotion. I then noticed the same words on Hannah's notebook to be on Tristan's agenda.

'I'm still here, bitches. And I know everything.'

It felt weirder and queasier to read that out here so I pushed it out of my mind to focus on Tristan, who was now standing in front of me. A soft but pretty smile formed on her lips as she spoke to me, "It's lovely to meet you, Annebelle. I'm Tristan. I'm glad we're the first ones to make you feel...welcomed to this hell hole." Her voice was soft and flowy the entire time she spoke yet all I could do was nod. Tristan had a country accent but it wasn't strong, almost like Hannah's accent. Both girls were uniquely beautiful in my way but I guess that's what change did to people. At Emberton, all the girls tried to look and sound the same which also meant getting plastic surgery. Long blonde hair, dark green eyes, and/or pale skin was acceptable or you would be considered 'not cool enough'.

The realization of dozing off didn't hit me until some cold substance came in contact with my face and chest. I blinked and looked to see that it was snow. Snow. Tristan and Hannah were laughing so I knew who my perpetrator was. I started to laugh after a while before throwing snowballs with them. We were three bored girls during lunch break that needed something to do to pass time so there was NOTHING wrong throwing snowballs around. I fell on the ground after a while and just stared at the sky, letting the snowflakes fall onto my rosy pink cheeks. A few moments later, Hannah and Tristan joined me on the ground though Tristan thought it was stupid since we were laying in snow.

She's the one wearing a crop top. Not me.
_____

On the picture you can see tristan's outfit

3+vote for a new chapter