Double the Styles

Tess Jennings was one of those girls that when you look at her you'd probably think, "Wow she must be that stuck up popular girl like in the movies." And for the record, that's half true. She was popular and pretty like in the movies, but not stuck up. She was a sweet, caring, beautiful, young girl. All the guys would hit on her & comment dirty things. But all she did was look down on them in disgust. Despite her popularity, her best friend was the last person you'd expect. Marcel Styles. The down-look dork of the school that everyone teased. Everyone bullied him despite the fact his best friend was "the popular girl" and no one bothered Tess about be best friends with "that dork". It was a weird system, and the two hated it. But suddenly something happens that might change everything in their lives. Marcel's twin brother is released from reformatory school after getting in serious trouble. A story about a boy no one ever knew. His name? Harry Styles.

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12. "Bitch."

Chapter 12 - "Bitch."

 

Tess' POV: When he pulled away, I looked up at him and smiled. But  soon after, my smile turned into a weird look, filled with confusion and anger. Why did he kiss me? He can't like me. I mean, look at me. I probably look like a racoon with my makeup, hair, and clothes drenched from the rain. There's nothing attractive going on here, I don't get it. It doesn't make sense for someone like Harry to like someone like me. Yet...he does. He does like me. And I like him. I think...

Shit.

I thought I was kind of into Marcel...but he's been acting so weird lately...I don't know. He wouldn't have liked me back anyways. Harry gave me an odd look back. I didn't even notice he was trying to talk to me...I zoned out for a minute there.

"Oh, sorry. I just, uh..never mind." I excused myself. Well that was awkward.

"Um, it's fine. I just wanted to know if you were mad about...all this. I know Mandy likes me and I know she's your best friend and all....I just, can't really help it. I mean, she's cool and all, but I really like you." Harry gave me an unsure grin. 

"I-I like you too. It's just that, I don't think this, would work though. You know, us.."
"W-why?" he stammered, surprised. Which is to be expected. I'm guessing girls don't exactly turn him down very often. 

"Yeah, I like you and you like me. But I just don't think it's a good idea. Not just because of Mandy but I don't think it would be a good idea to date my best friend's twin brother who just came back into his life out of nowhere. I don't think he would take that too lightly." I reasoned with him. I wasn't trying to be a jerk by kissing him and turning him down, but it's true. It's not smart. 

"Look, I think we should just head home." I told him, not making direct I contact. I didn't want to drag out the subject any longer. I got in the car and waited for him to get in as well. 

I saw him nod softly. He opened the door and sat down without a word.

We drove back to our area. The drive, which was only 20 minutes, seemed to take forever. The whole time there, neither of us said a word. The trip back was filled with an uncomfortable silence. We eventually reached his house and I walked him to his door.

"Um, thanks." Harry said softly, trying to give me a friendly hug.

I leaned in awkwardly, "Don't mention it."

As I turned away, he said one last thing, "I'm sorry."

I hesitated for a moment, and decided to just stay quiet. I gave him a nod and walked back to my car. He has nothing to be sorry about. I'm the one who's been being stupid and now he thinks it's his fault. Tess you're such an idiot.

I drove back to my house. When I went upstairs I just hopped in the shower. I let the hot water run down my body as I stood there for about 5...maybe 10...20 minutes...

I'm stressed okay.

When I got out I threw on an over sized concert t-shirt and went to bed with a head full of soaking wet hair. Sure it wasn't the best idea, but I barely even noticed because 2 minutes later I  was already in a deep sleep.

The next morning, I mentally face-palmed myself for not drying my hair because now I'm really cold and I feel like crap. I brushed out my hair and threw it in a messy bun on top of my head. (Yeah yeah I know, #TypicalWhiteGirl) I threw on a white t-shirt, skinny jeans, and my maroon converse. I slapped on some mascara and wrapped a scarf around my neck, the same colour as my converse. I walked downstairs, and scarfed down a granola bar. I already felt pretty shitty, but to top it off I was tired as hell and my head was pounding as last night replayed through my head. I basically looked like a zombie because I was walking incredibly (and unreasonably) slow, I wasn't talking at all, and I had a blank expression on my face. I'm pretty sure I actually scared a couple of people. I shoved my bag in my locker and took out my usual books like every morning.

That's when Mandy came rushing up to me, "Hey, you weren't answering any of my texts! So what happened last night?"

I didn't answer.

"You alright?"

Once, again no answer. 

She waved her hand in front of my face, "Um, Tess..can you talk to me? What did he say? Does he like me? He likes me doesn't he! Yes! I'm so excited. So when's our date? Wait, when's he gonna ask me?! Dude talk to me! Oh my go-"

"We kissed okay!" I blurted out. I couldn't hold it in anymore, I'm sorry okay!
"You..what?" she asked me bewildered.

"W-we kissed. Um, twice." I confessed. 

Before I could apologize, I felt a hand take a hard hit at my cheek. 

"You bitch!" She yelled at me.

I gave her a shocked expression, because I was too surprised to actually say anything. 

"You knew I liked him! And you kissed him? Twice?! What the hell is wrong with you!" she stormed off angrily.

By now she had caught the attention of everyone in the hallway. Some people tried to act subtle and continue with what they were doing, as if they hadn't seen anything of what just happened. The rest on the other hand, simply gave me looks saying 'What a whore'. Others flashing me smug grins, judging and mocking me. I turned back to my locker ashamed. I took my books and walked to my class, head down. 

"Slut."

"Bitch."

Snide remarks were thrown -not so subtly- my way as I tried to get to my classroom. At this point, Mandy shouted loud enough for about everyone on the whole floor to hear it. I heard people whispering as I walked by. 

"Twice? Her best friend? What a bitchh.." I heard someone whisper as I passed them. 

At this point, I don't care what people are going to think of me. I just wish Mandy had given me time to explain. On the other hand, even if I did explain, what was I going to say? There's not much to explain. I kissed Harry, and I shouldn't have. I know that, yet I still did it. No matter what you do, you always find a way of fucking everything up. Don't you Tess?!

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Author's Note: Is anyone actually still reading this? Not too sure...I want to continue it but I'm not sure if anyone wants me to. I still like Marcel even though people may think it's getting old. Well if you are reading, thanks. I'm just not so sure if anyone wants me to continue the story?

 

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