Rebel '8'

♦She's a rebel, She's a saint, She's the salt of the earth and she's dangerous♦


4. F o u r

F o u r Carter's POV
As I walked into the crowded hallways I took a deep breath of the perfume, sweat, and overall insecurity radiating from my fellow schoolmates.

Man it was good to be back.

Words could not express how happy I was to be out of that hellhole cell, away from those disgusting meals they served us, and no longer wearing those putrid orange clothes. Just thinking about them made me cringe. I'm never going to paint a police car hot pink again.

"Hey Styles." Some punked up mongrel, a senior I'm guessing, put his arm over the shoulder of that cute nerd Sloan and I saw yesterday....Harry I think. Some other possible seniors joined them and I almost figured that Harry was friends with them. Almost.

The others were smiling and acting all cheery but Harry's head was ducked down. Rage bubbled inside of me as I realized that these fuckers were bullying him. That's the way I used to look around Sloan and Jennie and the gang.

Once upon a time they bullied me to no end. But it all stopped when I set Louis's pants on fire when he said my real name. It got me some respect and eventually we became really close friends. I don't think Louis forgot it though because he's still cautious around me with lighters. What can I say? Cassandra was my OD'ed and very-dead-before-I-was-born sister's name. I didn't like it because I didn't my parents tried to use me to replace her. I want my own life.

Before I could second guess my decision I followed the semi large group to the back of the school. Secluded area, definitely a bully spot. I already knew what I was going to do and if I was as bad as I thought I was it would do the trick perfectly.

"Styles, I want you to tell me something." A guy, Jasper, I think, said as he gently knocked Harry's cheek with his fist. I think I remember him from middle school. When'd he get so mean? I guess that's what happens when you go to jail. People change.

"Are you still a virgin?" He teased and my hands clenched. Right of passage jokes. Dick move, Jasper. Dick move.

"Of course he's still a virgin. He doesn't know what to do with his hands." Another jerkoff laughed. I took this as my que to intervene.

"Listen fellas, if you're saying that you want to take my boyfriend's virginity you're a bit late." I announced myself and began strutting over to them, my boots making loud clicks in the now silent area.

Oh yeah, mama's still got it.

I think everyone's jaws dropped when I broke through the boy crowd and put my arm over a gobsmacked Harry.

"Carter, but you're not my-" I hushed him by placing a finger on his lips.

"Babe, I know you wanted to keep our relationship private but I can't help but want you during the school day. You're so damned sexy when you act nerdy." I cooed, pinning him with a "follow my lead if you want to live" look.

"I don't believe this for a second, get out of here, Cassandra." Jasper seemed to find his voice. I turned to him and glared at him.

"It's Carter, you fucking tard, and if you don't believe it then I guess I should show you some proof." I said coyly. I quickly turned back to Harry and roughly pressed my pierced lips onto his.

At first, Harry was as frozen as a statue so I had to spell it out to him.

"Kiss me back if you want to get out of here." I whispered as my eyes shut. Harry got the memo and tentatively kissed me back.

"Kiss me like I'm Sloan." I whispered. I might've not been here long but I know when's someone's crushing hard on someone else. If we were gonna put on a show we were gonna make it believable.

This seemed to flip a switch and Harry turned up the intensity, managing to dominate me. He placed his hands on my bare hips and practically ground our lips together. I wasn't complaining, though. It was pretty damn hot if you ask me.

I felt basically feel the awkwardness radiating from the other boys and smirked.

Mission Accomplished bitches.

As I pulled away Harry bit my bottom lip and I gave him a wink and then quickly whipped my head to the jerkoffs.

"Still here?" I asked. They quickly turned and left and I laughed loudly as I moved away from Harry. Fucking punks.

I was practically dying from all my laughter and had to stop to cough a few times. When I was finally done I learned again the brick wall. Harry was smiling shyly and his face was red.

"Hey, sorry about that. I just hate bullies." I said truthfully. He smiled and fixed his now unbuttoned collar. Oops. His hair was disheveled and I saw a few stray curls from his over-gelled head. Whoa.

"It's okay. You saved me, sort of like Wonder Woman." He said.

"I'd shag her." I said truthfully. Harry laughed.

"Who wouldn't?" He joked.

"True." I watched as he ran his fingers through his hair, trying to fix it but messing it up even more. It was kinda cute without all that gunk in it. "Why don't you do your hair like that?" I asked, genuinely confused.

"Because it looks a hot mess." He said and wiped his glasses.

"Exactly. Girls dig that now." I said, smirking.

"If you haven't noticed already, girls don't exactly dig me. I'm not that good looking." He chuckled. I furrowed my eyebrows.

"Sure you are. You've got pretty green eyes and awesome dimples and big hands. Girls love big hands, drives them nuts when you use your fingers to-" I stopped because Harry was giving me horrified look.

"That's not the point I'm trying to make." I backtracked. "What I'm trying to say is you've got a lot of good assets and you're hiding them."

"I really don't." He muttered and I finally saw what the problem was.

"So you've got self-esteem issues." I said and Harry frowned. "Don't worry my juvenile detention counselor told me a lot of people do. Even adults."

"Okay, continue." He muttered.

"She told me that when you're unhappy with yourself the best thing to do is try to break free from what makes you dislike about yourself. Like, for example, I hated the fact that my parents always compared me to my sister because we looked alike so I changed my hair color."

"Okay." He nodded, genuinely interested now.

"So what do you dislike about yourself?" I asked.

"I guess the fact that everyone overlooks me." He said slowly.

"Well then let's make them notice you!" I shouted, startling him. "Oh this is going to be sweet! We're gonna trick you out. We're gonna make you hot! I mean sure, you're cute now but you're going to be a god once we're done." I said in excitement.

"Wait! What?" He asked.

"Don't worry. I promise I'll explain later. Meet me at my locker in Wing C after school!" I shouted and then ran back inside the school, already forming the fool-proof plan. Notes Hey it's That_Pizza_Life and I'm the new co-author!!!
Teehee, Carter's gonna make Harry cute!!!!!
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