Little Miss Popular

Amberly Parker, the most popular girl at the school, sees everything as lower then her. She believes she is better then everyone, and worth more then every single student at the school put together. She is what some would call the schools slut, sleeping with nearly everyone. Apart from Harry Styles. He seems to be bullet proof against her beauty and charm. Amberly hates him and he her, so they fight endlessly. How will this end? Will Amberly finally realize everything isn't as perfect as she thought? Or will she forever be alone? . . .


3. TWO

I walked slowly towards the car park, my bag hanging off the crook of my elbow as I texted my friend, Rose (who didn't attend the same school as me), and sipped at a cup of coffee I picked up in my way out from the schools canteen, with my spare hand.

I walked over to my large shiny silver SUV, unlocked it and slid inside, placing my coffee inside the cup holder.

After the long day today, I was so relived to be able get inside the comfort of my stress-free car, without anymore worries of anything friends could bring and Harry -

My thoughts stopped just as I saw the man himself walk past the front of my car, sliding his hands across the bumper. His little gang of friends followed behind him, smiling and joking and laughing loudly.

"Sexy car for a sexy lady," Harry called into my window and i tightened my grip around the steering wheel. His friends all laughed and high-fived him while I just gritted my teeth and glared through the window.

I was so sick of him mocking me, why was he such a dickhead?

I just watched as his stupid curly head walked further and further away from me until I finally drove out, my insides fuming.


I turned my car into the driveway in front of the large house I called home. My mother was home but I couldn't see my fathers car so I guessed that he wasn't.

As soon as I walked in, I was greeted by the smell of smoke combined with the scent of a roast.

I quickly popped into the kitchen and kissed my mother on the cheek, and she waved me away with a cigarette dangling from her fingers.

"Honey, I just did my make up, don't ruin it please." she placed the fag into her mouth and opened the oven, checking on the roast.

"Mum, could you like, I don't know, stop smoking in the house?" I asked, leaning against the kitchen counter.

She shut the over door and looked at me in surprise. "why?"

I almost laughed at the stupid question, "isn't it bad for me or something?"

She laughed and dropped the cigarette bud into the sink. "I think that only counts if your ten, sweetie."

Oh okay, so if I started smoking right now it wouldn't matter? I thought to myself grumpily. Instead of saying these words, I just asked, "what's for dinner?"

"Chicken. your fathers favourite." she added, looking at me strangely.

"Well, okay. I'll be in my room." I turned around and headed upstairs, and a walked in into my room and shut the door. As soon as I did so, my phone began ringing.

"Hello?" I barked into the phone. I didnt mean to sound so harsh.

"Whoa, girl its just me." Rose laughed and i felt relieved. "Who did you think i was? Who was the poor sucker that was about to get the rath of Amberly Parker?" She laughed again and i realised i had been expecting it to be Harry.

"Oh, nobody. Just some annoying fuckhead that doesnt leave me alone." I replied, plopping onto my heavanly bed that was decorated with so many pillows i lost count.

"Oh okay." She said, a wicked tone in her voice. "Boy or girl?"

I knew where this was going, but I replied anyway. "Its a dude."

"And maybe, this 'dude', likes you then." Rose insisted and I burst out laughing. Rose was my only actual friend I was more of ... myself around I guess. none of this popular shit with her.

"No way. this is Harry we're talking about. he hates me too. like alot. he mocks me all the fucking time and it pisses me off, that's why he does it I guess." I explained, not wanting her to think Harry and I had any feelings for each other apart from pure hate.

"Yeah, yeah okay." She said, and I could almost feel her smile.

"Do you want to come over?" I said the same time she asked, "can I come over?"

We both shared a laugh and I said, "yes Rose, you may come over."

"Coolness!" she cheered, "well see you in a few, bye love ya. kiss kiss."

"You too." I replied and she hung up.

I quickly got out of the filthy clothes I had been wearing today and changed into a pink tank top that clearly said, 'look but don't touch,' and my favourite sleeping shorts that were abit loose around the waste and leg area.

I went to the top of stairs and called down, "mum I'm not having dinner and Roses coming over."

"Okay. it's a school night so . . . Don't stay up too late." she replied half heartily.

"Yeah whatever," I mumbled.

My stomach rumbled, and ignored it. I was going to have to get used to this for the next few nights as I was going on a breakfast only diet.

I washed all of my makeup off and then rubbed some facial washer into my features and applied a bit of mascara that I was planning on sleeping in. I didn't like people seeing me without any type of coverup, even the people I've known the longest.

I quickly ran a brush through my hair and tied it back. Now that I knew I looked at good as it could get in my simple PJ's, I turned the light off in my en'suite and headed downstairs.

I kept myself busy in the lounge room while waiting for Roses knock on the door, by mindlessly stacking and tidying magazines. I threw the out-of-date issues in the bin and tried to make our living area as nice as possible. It's not like we lived in a dirty house or whatever, it's just that I needed everything to look perfect, as Rose had the same sort of rich, sophisticated and perfect lifestyle that I had. I felt like we were always competing on who had the better things, the prettier face, and the most freedom.

When I was around Rose, I wasn't the popular girl, I was just her best friend. And somehow, I liked it this way. We had our little competitions, yes, but that was part of it I guess. something we were used to.

The doorbell rang and I walked over to the front door to open it.

"Hey!" Rose squealed when I let her in.

"Hi Rose." I greeted her, pulling her into a hug and we kissed each others cheeks.

"Show me to your room." she smiled, her overnight duffle bag on her shoulder. "Hot top by the way." she added.

"Thanks," I replied, accepting her compliment.

She followed me up the stairs, briefly saying hello to my mother as she walked past the kitchen, and into my room.

"Place looks great," she commented, putting her bag next to the leg of my double bed that we would be sharing.

"Thanks," I said and sat down on my bed, grabbing my phone from next to one of my pillows where I left it. I just had one message from Isabella telling me that she had already done half the project. I replied with a short thanks and put my phone on my bedside table.

"How's school been?" I asked Rose, who went to the college that was close to my house.

"Bor-ring," she told me, dragging out the word. "how's it been for you since I left?"

I groaned and laid my head back against my purple fluffy pillow. "Fucking shit."

Ever since Rose left, I was just left with my annoying followers that wouldn't leave me alone, crawling all over me and dealing with my every need. it was flattering at first, but when the same things happen everyday, you get sick of it.

"That's a shame." she lied, and didn't try to hide it. I laughed.

"You should come to my school then," she added.

Rose was always trying to get me to go to that college of hers, but I wouldn't have it. Colleges weren't my scene and you had to wear long skirts and have your hair constantly tied up. I preferred my public school, where they had no clothes restrictions and you could wear what ever you liked.

"Um, no thanks." I shrugged off her offer and rolled off the bed, walking over to my bathroom. "I just need to pee," I informed her and shut the door.

After I had finished with my business, I washed my hands and went out. Rose was on her phone, lying back onto the bed.

"Do you want get changed into your night clothes?" I asked her.

"Yeah sure . . ." She said, typing a few things before placing her phone next to mine.

"Sorry I'm being boring. I had a shitty day. I just wanted company I guess, that's why I invited you." I told Rose as she pulled out a few clothes from the bag she brought and headed over to my walk-in-robe to get changed.

"That's okay, I missed you babe." she said through the door.

She rolled it open and stepped out, wearing a baggy but sexy top and tight shorts. her brown hair was loose around her shoulders and she looked beautiful, as usual. A slight pang of envy hit me and I ignored it, convincing myself I was just as beautiful. Any boy would kill to crash this 'slumber party'. I guess it wasn't really one, we usually had more fun when there was a group of people.

Rose walked over to the other side of the bed and lay back.

"Pass me my phone, would you?" She asked and I handed her the rectangular object. she was on it as soon as passed it to her and I realised we weren't going to get up to much tonight.

"So who is this Harry?" she said curiously, peering over at me. "and how come I don't know him?"

"I'm sure you did. I'm pretty sure he was still at the school when you were." I tried to think back, but my brain wasn't working for some reason.

"This is annoying me. do you have any photos of him?"

"No," I snorted. of course I didn't.

"He has Instagram?" I offered, trying to be helpful.

"Even better!" she smiled as I went into my profile. I found his account and showed her the first picture I saw.

"Ohhhhh, Harry." She said knowingly. her eyes lingered on the photo longer then necessary then she waved it away and went back to her phone. "I remember him. I used to have a crush on that boy."

I rolled my eyes. "Of course you fucking did."

"Do you have his number?"

"Yeah of course I do. I have everyone's number." I half laughed, showing off a bit.

"We should like prank call him or something!" she exclaimed.

What the fuck?

I raised an eyebrow. I thought we were too old for this. "um why?"

"It will be fun, c'mon loosen up girl. you've been so dull lately." Rose said, already off her phone.

I didn't like being called dull, so I agreed. "This is stupid, but okay."

I remember when we did this in our early years of high school. it was silly doing it now, and I thought we were to old for that now, and that it was lame. Rose confused me sometimes, but she knew what was cool and what wasn't and probably was doing this for old times sake.

The deal was that she would call him, because his contact should say my name so it would confuse him. I didn't want anything to do with it so I would just listen. I was already sick of Harry from the long day I had so hearing his voice wasn't going to help.

Rose already had my phone in her hand, scrolling through my contacts, looking for his number.

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