Teenage Dirtbag

I tried to stay away, I really did but that magnetic force pulled me close to him and I just couldn't leave.


1. Chapter 1

First day of my senior year, I guess I should make this year the best. I check myself in the mirror one last time, my hair is curled, my make up looks great, I'm wearing my favorite pair of high waisted shorts, with a cute mickey mouse shirt, I've on my flats on. I guess you could say I look good today, my look has changed a lot since last year. I used to wear long skirts or jeans that were not tight at all, my hair was always looking the same, no make up, no flats. Crazy right? Well I was tired of looking like shit, the only thing that hasn't changed was my good girl attitude, I'm still going to get straight A's, I'm going to be early to every class, I'm going to bed early, study ever night, go to church, nothing from that category has changed and never will. "Skylar! You're going to be late!"  My mom shouts. I nod even though she cant see me and jog down the stairs with my keys in my hand.

"Bye mom."

"Get good grades." My dad reminds me.

"Don't I always?"

"Make sure your brother doesn't get into any trouble." My brother Jake is a little troublemaker, he likes to get into fights and skip school and my dad is not having it.

"Yeah." I quickly leave the house before I'm late.

"Wait!" I hear a voice boom behind me. "Give me a ride!"

I sigh, "Fine, get into the car." It's just Jake, he's a year younger than me.


Once we get to the school I've still got ten minutes to get to my locker and then to my class. As I walk down the hallway people stare at me, mostly the guys, and some are whispering. Maybe it's my new change in look, I hope it is maybe I'm finally not the creature that people don't want to talk to. "Are you Skylar?" A familiar voice whispers in my hear as I open my locker.

"Harry, you've known me for six years, I think you know who I am."

"I don't think I know you, you look different what the hell happened to the other Skylar?"

"I hated looking like crap." I shrug my shoulders and slam my locker shut.

"Do you wanna hang out later?" He asks.

"Well maybe you don't know me very well, I don't hang out with idiots like you, that bad boy image is ugly."

"Hey! Don't judge a book by its cover."

"Okay fine I won't but your personality is ugly and you fuck every living thing." Once I walk into first period I realize I have it with Harry.

"Not true, I haven't fucked you yet."

"And you're never gonna."

I sit down and pray that Harry doesn't sit by me but he does anyways. I sigh and close my eyes, maybe when I open them he will be gone. "Is this seat taken?" A thick Irish accent fills my ears making my eyes snap open, standing in front of me is a tall boy with threatening ice blue eyes, tattoos inked into his skin, piercings upon his eyebrow and lip, his hair a lilac color. When I don't answer he sits down and mumbles, "Fine, I'll just take it anyways I don't fucking care." Great, another Harry.

"Yeah, it's not taken."

"That was a fucking late response."

"Hey, what's your name?" Harry asks he boy.

"Niall, does it matter?"

"I'm Harry, your the first guy who looks like me in this school, you know with all the tattoos and shit."

"I'm not gonna be your buddy." Niall shoots Harry down.

"I was just trying to make fucking conversation, I wouldn't want to be your buddy bitch." Harry fires.

I let out a laugh making them both stare at me, "Harry you totally wanted to be his friend, you just got shot down."

"Shut the fuck up." He mutters and looks away from me.

I look over at Niall who is staring at me, his eyes piercing into my skin as if he can see right through me, like all my secrets are spread out onto my clothes and he's reading my life story. I don't want to be rude and tell him to stop looking at me, I'm scared to mess around with him, he has a threatening look to him nothing like Harry. I simply look ahead at the teacher and try to focus but I can't. He won't take his eyes off me and I'm starting to feel uncomfortable. When the bell rings everyone scatters out of the room like little ants running from humans. I gather up my book and walk out of the room, Harry seems pissed off so I won't even try talk to him. "Hey what's your name?" That same Irish accent fills me ears and echos in my mind.

"Skylar but you can call me Skye." We enter the same class room and he sits next to me.

"Skye. Why did they name you that? It's not like you have sky blue eyes or anything."

"They said cause I'm as pretty as the sky."

"Don't let them lie to you like that." He huffs, no smile, no playfulness in his eyes. I'm hurt.


"Well, I'm not going to sugar coat anything."

I should definitely stop talking to this boy, he's very rude and I don't want to hear it any more hurtful comments. "Why are you even talking to me?"

"Beats me, I would move but every other seat is taken." I roll my eyes. "Don't fucking roll your eyes at me."

"I can do whatever I want to do."

"You don't wan to make me angry." He warns.

I ignore him and roll my eyes again when he's not looking.

Throughout the day Harry took his time to beg me to hang out with him after school, Niall had fun throwing rude remarks at me making this day go by slowly. The only thing that's good is the fact that I made a new friend named Liam, he's just like me, loves to get straight A's. I'm in last period and of course I have it with Niall and Harry. "Let's just jump into doing some partner work!" The entire class groans but I'm looking forward to it. "I'm choosing partners so just sit back and listen for your name. Harry and Nicole, Liam and Riley," Darn, I wanted to be with Liam. "Skylar and Niall, Hope and Jason," I look over at Niall and sigh.

"You gonna do all the work right?" He questions.

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