Hate, Trust, and Jessica

Jessica Marks. She's had a lonely life. She's bullied and rejected. In terms, she's Pluto. She has her own little world. Where she's a star and she's liked. But when she figures out she's related to Harry Styles, everything changes and she has to learn to trust again. Because trust is like glass. Once it's broken, it can't be fixed. Only replaced. But when this start to get out of hand and Jessica and the boys are faced with many problems. When Jessica gets. a Valentine's note from one of the boys she's determined to find out which on sent sent it to her. Jessica learns the true meaning of friendship, love, and trust. All with the help of Pluto, friends, and One Direction.


4. Chapter 3


Chapter 3

Thursday, January 31, 2013


I still don't know whether Jessica likes us or not. She hasn't shown it if she does. Shes already left for school though. I didn't think to ask her.

"Why do you think Jessica wanted to leave Nando's yesterday so quickly?" I ask the boys from my spot on the couch.

"I don't know," Niall replies.

"Maybe she saw someone she didn't like." Zayn suggests.

"That's probably it. Maybe we should help her." Liam says.

"What do you mean?" I ask.

"I mean like, maybe this person bullies her. Maybe we could make them stop." He says.

I scratch my chin. "Yah. That sounds like a good idea. We should spy on her. But wouldn't that be creepy?" I ask.

"We can set up a poster up. Then we can cover it with a different poster. We can just cut the place where the camera is so we can see her. We need to find out where her locker is though," Louis says.

"Sounds good to me," Liam says.

"Guys, we shouldn't do this. I mean, what is she finds out?" I complain.

"She won't," Louis says.

"But if she does she'll just end up hating us more." I argue.

Liam grips my shoulder and turns me to face him. "We're doing a good thing Harry," he says. "We're just going to help her."

I hope it turns out that way. I don't want to lose the sister that I never knew I had. Wait! With all that happened yesterday, I forgot to go take Jessica to see mum! Oh she must be so worried. Oh well. She'll see her today


I open my locker to find a note labeled: Poetatoe. I smile. Of course it was from Mark, Grace, or Cassie. Let me tell you, my friends are the weirdest. But I love them anyway.

The note says: "Cassie tells me you're with 1D. Is that true? Tell us at lunch! And explain!


There was another note there too. It was from Snelly. My bully. As I've said before. I read the note: "I know where you were last night. I know who you were with too. Unless you want me to tell EVERYONE, I suggest you let me meet them.


No! No! No! No! No! She can't, can't, cannot, meet them! Maybe it doesn't matter if everyone knows. You know I just might be kidnapped in the middle of the night, but... but nothing! I'm screwed!

I know! I'll change my name to Janice. Dye my hair blonde and live in a barn in the middle of no where. Will that work? Maybe I'll just let her meet them.

I grab my books out of my locker and turn to class. I bump into someone.

"Oh! Sorry!" I say. I gather my books. The person I bumped into picks up some papers and hands them to me.

"It's alright," he says.

I look up at him to see its my crush. Daniel. I know he doesn't like me though. He has each and every girl wrapped around his finger. He could have any of those girls that he wanted.

"Hey, I know you. You're in one of my classes. Jessica. Right?" He says.

"Right," I blush. He remembers my name.

"I'll see ya around Jessica." He says.

I wave 'bye' and head off to class. I smile as I sit down in my seat. Maybe this day won't be so bad after all.


"There. That's her locker." I say.

"How do you know Niall?" Harry asks.

"Remember that day she ran out the house? I followed her and I saw that she went to this locker." I reply.

"Okay. So put the poster right across from it," Harry says. "There." He points to a bare spot on the wall across from her locker. Then they cover it up with a poster that says: "READING IS COOL!"

They cut a hole where the camera is. Now it's time to play 'I Spy.'

"Lets go guys." Harry says.

We get to the security room and look at the camera.

"There! It's that one!" Harry exclaims. Pointing to a screen with lockers on it.

Jessica comes into view. We silence the other screens.

"Are you gonna let me meet them? Or not?" A black haired girl asks Jessica. Her hair was very frizzy and looked as though it hadn't

been washed for a while.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Jessica says.

"I know you're with One Direction. So if you don't let me meet them, I'll tell everyone." The girl says.

"Snelly I can't!" Jessica exclaims.

"Why?" Snelly asks.

"Never mind. I'll let you meet them," Jessica gives in.

"Good. I'd like to meet them today," Snelly smirks.

"You can't today. I'm... busy." Jessica says.

"Fine. But if I can't meet them tomorrow. I'll tell," Snelly saunters away.

Jessica slumps down so that she's sitting on the floor. She leans her head down and sighs. She shakes her head. She stands back up and walks to the lunch room.

Poor Jessica.

"Oh. She'll meet us all right." Harry smiles.

"So what's the plan?" Liam asks.


I slump down in my usual seat next to Grace and Cassie. Mark sat across from us. He was (as usual) doing something stupid. But I didn't want to talk to them right now.

I look out the window. The wind teases the trees as they sway around in the small breeze. I'd give anything, to be out there right now. I'd love to be one of those trees. Gently swaying I'm the breeze. Not a care in the world except to go through the changing of seasons.

Mark clears his throat.

"Eh hem!"

I snap back to reality. Guess my dream to be a tree with have to wait.

"Explain," Cassie raises an eyebrow.

I explain to them everything. How I found out Harry's my brother, how they found me, how Snelly wants to meet them, and how I get to meet my mom for the first time in 6 years. What I didn't tell them, was how I didn't trust the boys.

"Wow. Poor you, Jessica." Cassie says.

"I know," I mutter.


That day I lay on the bed. Waiting for the boys to get done dressing. Why are they dressing up, just to see Mom?

Finally, the boys come out of their rooms. They changed their clothes and their hair had been fixed up.

They looked nice at least. That's a change. For the last to days I had gotten used to Louis in strips, Zayn in some type of sweater, and Niall in a causal T-shirt. Now they were all wearing tuxes.


All I did was put my hair in a ponytail and throw on some clothes. I mean, I was just meeting my mom. Not the president.

"Why are you all wearing tuxes?" I ask.

"We have a meeting with the person in charge of our next concert." Niall says.

Well this... should be interesting.

"You should put on some kind of dress." Harry says. "You want to make a good impression."

"Fine." I sarcastically, throw back at him.

I walk back to the room, close the door, and search for a dress. I see that Jean had packed me a dress. It had been way too big for me when I was little. I've had it for a while though. I slip it on. It comes to my knees. I reach into one of the pockets. A note?

It says:

I love you baby girl. You're my little star



A memory floods through my mind, before I have time to stop it.

I had just bought that dress. It was rainy outside.

"Im sorry Harry. I didn't mean to," I pleaded. Getting off the ground.

I had tripped and accidentally, pushed Harry into some mud. His clothes now stained with the brown stuff.

"I hate you Jessica! You always mess everything up!" He yelled. He got to his feet and walked toward me.

He pushed me to the ground. My hand landed on a sharp rock and I skinned my knee on the concrete. I turned on my back and looked up at his brown eyes. They were filled with anger. My eyes started to get watery and I stood up and ran to the door.

***End of Flashback***

I walk out of the room. Pushing past Harry and everyone else. I grab my jacket, stomp out of the front door, and climb up a tree.

I feel the tears start rolling down the face before I have the chance to stop them. I wipe them away with the sleeve of my jacket.

I remember it now. Harry had been so mean to me when I was little. He was always pushing me around, calling me names, and telling me he hated me.

It's his fault that I'm like this. That I let myself get bullied and pushed around by Snelly. I'm used to it. I've grown up being like this. I told him I was sorry!


I slump down in the chair next to Harry. I didn't look him in the eye. I answered all my questions with either yes or no.

My mom. She looked just like me. Only she was beautiful. She was perfect. She had no worries. If I were her, I wouldn't either. I mean she has a son that's part of a famous band. I wasn't famous yet. But maybe. Just maybe. I will be. And Snelly won't have a reason to pick on me.

"So Jessica, has school been okay?" My mom asks.


"Yes," I answer.

"Well that's good." She returns to her food. Probably more interested in that than me.

I turn to Louis.

He gives me a look that says 'are you okay?'

I shrug and turn to my food.

I just want to be out of here. I want to be back with Sam and Jean.

"I have to use the bathroom." I get up and walk to the back door.

I walk outside and sit down beside a tree. I take out my phone and put my earphones in my ears. Music for me, is the only way to escape the world.


"I think I forgot my phone in the car." I excuse myself from the table and walk out the front door.

Instead of going to the car, I go exactly where I knew Jessica would be. She takes out her earphones when she sees me.

"Are you okay Jessica?" I ask her.

"I'm fine," she sighs. "I just needed some fresh air."

"What's wrong? Seriously?" I sit down next to her.

"Promise you won't tell Harry?" She's says.

"Promise." I assure her.

She explains how she had a memory and Harry had pushed her and told her he hated her. She also told me how she felt like Pluto.




I felt so bad for her. She had such a bad past. This Snelly girl is gonna pay. I can't have Harry's sister be like this. I like it when people are happy. Not sad. It makes me depressed.

Snelly. Who names their kid Snelly?

I wonder if she trusts us yet. I better not ask. I'll just give her time to tell us if she does or not.

"Come on Jessica. Come back inside. You don't want them to get suspicious." I tell her.

She gets up and walks to the back door. I take my phone out of my pocket and open the front door. Walking back inside, I wave my phone in front of my face.

"Found it."



I lay on my bed that night. Staring back at the stars on the ceiling. They glow a greenish color. We had seen the person in charge of our next concert today. He told us it would be Monday. I had school but he said that I's get an excused absence. So I was okay.

I get up off the bed and walk to the window.

I pull back the shades. The moon splashes a pool of light over me. I stare at the moon. I walk back to my bed and sigh.

"Goodnight moon," I mutter.

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