This is me.

Winter has always had a hard life. From running away from home, to the emotional abuse, to failing school. Just when things seem to go even further downhill, the new kid in town decides to take interest in her. Everyone knows the kind of trouble she gets into, so why do he want her? Will this start something new? Can she finally turn her life around?

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1. Ha. Go ahead and try.

Alright, first thing's first. You should know that this isn't one of the stories where you get to see what made the poor girl fall apart. You don't get the chance to figure out why this all became a living hell for her. You kinda jump into the middle of it all. But, to save your poor souls, I'll rewind a little. Before life turned to shit. Before the pills came along. Before all of the scars. Before him... It's hard to picture my life before he came in.
I've always been the trouble child; running away from home, getting caught with boys, cutting class to pop pills. That's me. The one girl your parents don't want you to hang out with. The girl they could all see getting knocked up at age sixteen or being hauled off to jail in the middle of the night. I worked hard to get that reputation, and I got exactly what I wanted with it. My name became known: Winter Rose Nicole. With my newfound reputation that began my freshman year, I got the drugs I needed and the boys I wanted. All of the girls were scared of me, and I liked having that power. I loved to see the fear spread across their face and into their eyes as I passed them in the hall. I was the bitch nobody screwed with, but rather I screwed them. Yeah, I'll admit I was a bit of a slut, but what's high-school if you can't have fun? My mother didn't care. And my father ran out on us when I was six so I never really got to know him, except for the fact that he's an alcoholic and a druggie that lives somewhere in California. And me? I live in Montana. Boring, western, dirty Montana. All of the boys here were either country, swagfags, or "gangsters".
My type is more scene-ish. They have to play guitar or sing and have dark hair. And just between you and me? I'm a sucker for green eyes. Which explain why I fell for him. He had eyes the color of peridot and emeralds that sucked me in the minute I saw them. My girlfriends were weirded out, since he was dressed in a t-shirt and jeans; not my type at all. He didn't fit into my leather-jacket-wearing-I-don't-give-a-shit-attitude classification. In fact, he was the exact opposite. He was so upbeat and was either laughing or smiling every time I saw him. He disgusted me at first. All I could think was: "Why is he so happy all the time? God that irritates me! I'm sitting here, stuck in hell and he's sitting over there and having a grand old time. It wasn't fair."
He was the first person who wasn't my type that I looked into. My first judgement about him was that he was a stoner, and that's why he's so happy all of the time, But I was wrong. He was just naturally happy, and I hated him for it. Nobody in this school is going to be happy as long as I'm here, so three weeks after he showed up, I walked over to him in my tight black top and black miniskirt with my lace leggings trailing down to the top of my studded biker boots. I caught his eye as I walked over and saw his eyes go from my face to my shoes and back. What I still don't understand is why that made me get butterflies. Guys are always checking me out, so why did I feel different when he did it?
When I was standing right in front of him, his eyes met mine and he said, "Hi, I'm Harry." With the biggest smile on his face, he held my gaze. Those green eyes of his just had me in a trance and I just couldn't break the spell. His voice was deep and had a strong British accent (another one of my soft spots). I opened my mouth, but no words came out. I fiddled around with my shirtsleeve, knowing I was humiliating myself.
Finally, I broke the gaze and said , "Alright, new kid. Let me explain how this is going to work around here. First, you'll never speak to me unless I speak to you first. Second, you must clear out if the south hallway on the first floor by 3:30 every day after school. If I catch you around there any time after that, I'll have your balls mounted on a mantle above my fireplace. Third, never talk about anything that you hear at school about me because everyone already knows that its all true. No point in bringing back old rumors, right?"
He nodded, all of the light gone from his eyes and the smile was wiped off of his face.
I felt awful about hurting him, but it's how this all goes. It's a pattern, a routine that must be followed every time fresh faces show up around here. I turned on my heel and walked away. I almost looked over my shoulder, but if I did, that usually means I'm going to hook up with him, and I don't want him completely terrified on his first day of school.


I kept sneaking peeks over my shoulder at him during lunch. That was the only time I really had the chance to. He was hanging out with the cool kids: Zayn, Niall, Liam, and Louis. And from the looks of it, he was fitting in. He and Louis seemed to be getting comfortable with each other. Then, Harry pointed in my direction and Louis met my glare from across the cafeteria. I saw him lean in to whisper something to Harry before looking back over at me then returning to their meals. Harry looked over a few more times, but I pretended not to notice.
Never, before now, had I wanted to change my reputation. Harry was innocent (and probably still a virgin) and I wanted him. The only thing that stood between us was me.
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