Chapter 2- I Call JockJerk a Chicken

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Let's get this sorted out: in my story, they ALL live in Cheshire and are the same age: 16. Comprende? Good! Love ya alls!- Taytay <3

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I walked into class the next day with my hair slutty straightened. My highlights were darker and I had fifteen layers of makeup. Guys stared at me checking me out as I walked down the halls toward my Peter Pan. "Hell, Parsons!" he whistled. "Shut up Tomlinson. I already have enough for other guys to drool at me." Behind him were three other guys pushing each other into Louis.

"You say hi first!"

"No you say hi!"

"How about youngest goes first?"

"Then how about whoever spends most time on hair?"

"No fair! Then how about who watched Toy Story the most times?"

Lou and I stood there glancing at three guys cat fighting about who says hi first.

"I'll say hi to them later, kay?" I smiled and walked into algebra...ew.

"You must be Mrs. Parsons. I am Mr. Green." he scanned the room. "Now please sit in front of Mr. Styles over there." he points. No.... But I sat there anyways. "Well hell-o." Harry smirked at my slutty transformation. "Hi to you too." I smiled. How bad can it be? I'm sitting in front of him not next to him. Wrong. IT WAS HELL. Harry kept on playing with my hair and whispering perverted things into my ear. Ssshhhhhiiiitttttt.

Harry's p.o.v. (A/N- YES!!! Whoo!!!!)

So she got slutty. I keep smirking at her as she doodled on her new notebook. Whack! "Hell in the mother of god! Em-" everyone stared at me.... Oh it was a paper. "Excuse yourself Mr. Styles. Go take a walk and come back quieter than you were." Mr. Green sighed. I stuffed the paper in my Jack Wills hoodie. "Yes sir."

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I sat in the halls and stared at the paper. It was drawing paper: a faded old copper color. There was a note with a drawing while the note scribbled 'save her'. I looked closer at the faded drawing. Whoever drew this must've drawn it least last month. The face and body was sculpted perfectly and I let out a breath. It was a girl. It was Emma.

Emma's p.o.v.

"So I'm Liam." the tall one with a shaved head smiled. "I'm Niall." said the blond one shoving food into his mouth. "Zayn." the guy with the tall hair smiled. "She looks like a slut, Lou! You could do better." Niall whispered into Louis' ear. "It's just a tease. She isn't like that." he answered. These boys just can't whisper can they!? I let out an innocent smile. "So you were the one who knocked Harry out with a coffee cup yesterday?" Some other jock come up and gave me a 'you wanna mess with me?' look. I was a few inches shorter even in my slut heels.

"Yeah." I urged, stepping on top of my lunch chair making me taller. "Now little girlie. You don't see that Harry is my bud." he began. "Bet he only is because you need a girl to sleep with at night because you lost your teddy weddy." I smiled. Everyone 'oooooooooo'ed and some girls stood up and walked away. (I'm guessing that they have slept with him before). "Look, bitch. Stay away from us." he growled. I laughed. "So you first want to pick up a fight with me and now you're backing down? What a chicken. I'm from freakin New York. Plus did you know that Harry is the first cow that I have ever met who didn't eat grass?"

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