Rebel

Chantelle is a girl who doesn't follow rules. She likes to travel the less traveled path. She doesn't fall IN LOVE. Never has, never will. Period. She doesn't have these things called "feelings". She's single but will never admit it. She's in a relationship with fun and freedom. There's just one thing many people don't know. She's Harry Styles' twin sister. When her brother comes home for the summer with the boys what'll happen? Will she fall for their boyish charms? Or will she remain the way she is? Or neither and she changes completely? Find out in Rebel.

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9. Karma's a bitch

I scribbled on the paper madly. I was pissed. Zayn dyed my hair! I was asleep and when I woke up I had red hair! RED FREAKING HAIR! My dip dyed ends? Gone, poof! Right now he went out with Liam. I haven't seen the others since I woke up. I crumpled the paper. I was so pissed. I ran upstairs and into his room. I went through his drawers cutting out the crotch in his underwear. I was still pissed when I finished. I slammed the drawer shut. Hard. I ripped the sheets off his bed and stopped when I found his iPhone sitting on the table. I smirked and threw it across the room. I walked over to it. Cracked. I smiled and walked out, shutting the door but before I did, I stuck a drawing of a Stickman that I labeled Zayn, and had an arrow in his head and was bleeding. I taped it to the door on the outside and skipped into my room, I felt for a tiny jam session. I grabbed my guitar and smiled strumming the chords to Gives You Hell by All American Rejects.

"I  wake up every evening with a big smile on my face
And it never feels out of place
And you're still probably working at a 9 to 5 pace
I wonder how bad that tastes

When you see my face
Hope it gives you hell, hope it gives you hell
When you walk my way
Hope it gives you hell, hope it gives you hell

Now where's your picket fence, love?
And where's that shiny car?
And did it ever get you far?
You never seemed so dense, love
I've never seen you fall so hard
Do you know where you are?

And truth be told I miss you
And truth be told I'm lying

When you see my face
Hope it gives you hell, hope it gives you hell
When you walk my way
Hope it gives you hell, hope it gives you hell

If you find a man that's worth a damn and treats you well
Then he's a fool, you're just as well, hope it gives you hell
I hope it gives you hell

Tomorrow you'll be thinking to yourself
Yeah, where did it all go wrong?
But the list goes on and on

Truth be told I miss you
And truth be told I'm lying

When you see my face
Hope it gives you hell, hope it gives you hell
When you walk my way
Hope it gives you hell, hope it gives you hell

If

you find a man that's worth a damn and treats you well
Then he's a fool, you're just as well, hope it gives you hell

Now you'll never see what you've done to me
You can take back your memories, they're no good to me
And here's all your lies, you can look me in the eyes
With the sad, sad look that your s o l (shit out of luck)

When you see my face
Hope it gives you hell, hope it gives you hell
When you walk my way
Hope it gives you hell, hope it gives you hell

If you find a man that's worth a damn and treats you well
Then he's a fool, you're just as well, hope it gives you hell

When you see my face
Hope it gives you hell, hope it gives you hell
When you walk my way
Hope it gives you hell, hope it gives you hell
 

When you hear this song and you sing along, well you'll never tell
And you're the fool, I'm just as well, hope it gives you hell
When you hear this song I hope that it will give you hell"

"You can sing along, I hope that it puts you through hell" I finish. I smiled. I finally felt calm. I heard the door open and keys jingle. "CHANCE!" I heard Harry yell. I smiled when I heard a certain dark-haired voice downstairs. I skipped down the stairs. "Oh my. Zayn you did that?" Harry gasps. He nods with pride and all I could do was smile. "Hey Zaynie! Do perhaps have your phone on you?" His eyes widened and he ran up the stairs. He let out an ear piercing scream and the boys all ran upstairs. I laughed and followed. There Zayn sat on his knees crying. I laughed and walked through the boys and opened his drawer pulling out an underwear. "It's a beauty ain't it? There's tons more where that came from!" I threw him the pair and he let out a wail and fell to the ground in a fetal position. I smirked and walked past the shocked boys and into my room. I dialed Mackie's number. It rang and rang and rang. "Hey sorry I couldn't answer the phone, having too much fun with my sister Chance, leave me a message after the beep, I'll attempt to get back to you." "Hey Mackie, It's Chance, get me back to me yeah, the plan's going great. Uh, yeah bye." I hang up and open Instagram and who do I see at the top of my feed? Oh Mackie and some girl, her hair black, Emo style and brown eyes, both doing duck face. The caption really hurt. "Spent the whole day with @RobynSimpson! Best day ever! #newfavperson #BFF #morelikesisters #nobodydoesitlikeRobyn" I held back the tears and tapped on her name. Turns out she was pretty cool. I couldn't help but let the tear roll down my cheek. I sniffled and wiped it away. I've been replaced. By Robyn.


 

 

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