Cherry Bombs// h.s.

"Oh my lord, Jackie there he is!" Bree squealed. It was about her fifth time squeaking out the sentence into my now almost deaf ears, and I still had no idea who 'he' was.
"Bree, I would love to make it to first period without the need of hearing aids." Answering my statement with an eye roll, my best friend returns to looking at this mysterious 'he'. I decide that my urge of wanting to know who it is that is causing my best friend to prescribe me hearing aids is greater than the urge to get to class and turn away from my locker to follow her gaze. My eyes land on a stranger, some new kid I was guessing.
"Who is that?" I ask Bree curiously, as her previous squeals seemed to show she knows him.
"That's Harry fucking Styles, Jackie."
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Jackie Davis didn't ask for any of this. She didn't ask for the accident that happened all those years ago, and she definitely didn't ask for some hotshot new kid to transfer to her small high school in her senior year. If this was her punishment for cutting off all those Barbie heads as a kid, it is not a justified punishment.
Harry Styles didn't ask for any of it either, that he can guarantee. I mean, it's not his fault he burned down the science lab of his old high school. And detention center? Really? It was a one time accident... well, maybe it happened twice but that's besides the point. But getting expelled and the detention center definitely weren't as bad as having to go to a new school where everyone had heard of him, but he knew no one.