Here Comes Trouble

Jammie was the "bad-girl" type girl. Everyone hates her but most of them secretly love her. She's the queen of the school. Everyone listens to her because they're afraid of her. She's been in trouble more than 50 times and has been taken to jail 15 or more times, who wouldn't be scared? One day, a new kid from England comes to school. Harry Styles was his name. He was the same type of guy. They both act as if they hate each other but deep inside they know they have strong feelings for each other.


4. It's Your Fault - Chapter 3

(A/N; I'm going to use a lot of curse words and I'm sorry if you're a kid that can't read "bad words". This is just a warning, okay?)

"You got my last name correct, yes," he said back into the phone. 

I groan. "Why are you at Zayn's?"

"Why do you care?"

" 'Cause he's my best friend and I don't want a dick head like you with him," I spat at him through the phone. 

"You have a best friend? Holy shit, that's surprising!" he chuckles. I even heard Zayn snicker in the background. 

"Fuck you," I stuttered out before hanging up the phone. I threw my phone on the floor, but not really hard, don't wanna kill my phone. Why is he such an asshole and a sexy piece of ass at the same time? I like him deep inside but my hatred for him is on top of those feelings, making me super confused about my feelings. Maybe I should just sleep. Yeah, that'll help.

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I picked up my backpack, kissed my mother's cheek, and ran out the front door. Zayn was outside in his car, waiting for me. I started running up to the car but started slowing down when I saw who was in the car. "Styles? Are you fucking serious? This dick head is going be in the same car as me now?"

"He's my new friend, babe," Harry told me, pointing to Zayn. No-no-no, Zayn and Harry are not friends. No, it can't be!

"Ugh," I groan before jumping into the seat next to Harry. I felt a few butterflies but I stopped them because my hatred for him pushed them away. I look over at him. "Oh, and don't call me babe, Styles."

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We all finally got to school and I quickly jumped out of that car. "See ya, bitches!" I shouted before running toward the doors of the school. I noticed the halls were completely empty. Am I that late?

"Ms. Parks, you are late," the principal mutters from behind me.

I freeze for a second but turn around with a fake smile. "I'm sorry, Mrs. Carlton. My ride took a long time to get to my house."

The boys walk in, laughing. As they notice the hallway's empty, they slowly stop laughing and look over at me and Mrs. Carlton. "Where is everybody?" Harry asked. 

"In their classes!" I shout. "This is all your fault! I'm late because you guys wanted to take your fucking time to get to my place. I hate you!" 

"Since when do you care about school, Parks?" Zayn asked me. 

"Since my parents said that I have to do better or else I get pulled out of school. So, thanks for messing this up for me."

It got quiet but Mrs. Carlton pulled on my arm. "All of you to my office. Now."


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