Poison
Chapter 2
Harry's POV
When the shiny black merc pulls up everyone can't help but stare. The windows are tinted to dark to see anything but that doesn't stop people from trying.
"Who has a black Benz?" Liam comes up beside me and asks.
"Nobody I know," I reply. We stand and stare at the car again, waiting for someone to get out.
"What are we lookin at?" Niall meanders over and asks, a cigarette in hand. Liam nods towards the car and Niall lets out a low whistle. "That's a beaut."
"So I take it we're getting a new rich kid?" Zayns smooth voice calls out jokingly.
"I guess so," I say in response. We all sit on the brick wall and stare as the door opens slowly. One heeled shoe hits the pavement and Zayn lets out a whistle as a blonde girl comes into view. She adjusts her dress and stands up straight as people stare at her. The window behind her rolls down and she turns quickly to look into it. A guy in a black suit, probably her dad, tells her something that makes her smile. She turns back and begins walking into school. I look around and see that we aren't the only ones who are staring. It's not that she's pretty or that she showed up in a Mercedes, its because of her outfit. She looks like one of those preppy private school kids that London is so stereotyped for having. She strides confidently across the icy pavement and I have to admit, I'm impressed. I can't imagine its easy to look so sure of yourself when everyone's staring at you but she seems to be managing just fine. She stops a few feet away from where we're sitting and pulls an iPhone out of her back pack. Zayn chuckles as she types something.
"Who you texting rich girl?" Niall says loudly. She turns quickly to face us and a smirk crosses my face.
"Excuse me?" She asks with confusion. Huh. She's American.
I stand slowly and walk closer to her. "He asked who you were texting Barbie," I say condescendingly to the privileged girl. Her face flushes and she takes a step away from me but I grab her wrist. Nobody walks away from me.
"Let go of me," her voice has an edge to it that I haven't heard in quite a while. Usually when I grab girls they are either scared or in love with me. Sometimes a mixture of both. Who was this girl?
"Answer my question," I say back, squeezing her wrist slightly.
"Let go of me first," she says and raises a perfectly arched eyebrow. I chuckle slightly at her sass and lean in close to her ear.
"Someone needs to teach you how to put that sassy mouth to good use," I whisper huskily. She obviously knew what I was implying because she ripped her wrist out of my grasp and stalked up the stairs, shooting me a look of disgust. I laugh and turn back to the boys who are all looking at me curiously.
"Shag bet?" Zayn suggests with an evil grin. I look around at the boys and they all nod their heads.
"First one of us for to shag her wins what exactly?" Niall asks excitedly.
"None of us get a chance afterwards?" Liam suggests.
"No it has to be something better..." I mutter. And then it comes to me. "First one to shag that lovely American gets the house."
When the shiny black merc pulls up everyone can't help but stare. The windows are tinted to dark to see anything but that doesn't stop people from trying.
"Who has a black Benz?" Liam comes up beside me and asks.
"Nobody I know," I reply. We stand and stare at the car again, waiting for someone to get out.
"What are we lookin at?" Niall meanders over and asks, a cigarette in hand. Liam nods towards the car and Niall lets out a low whistle. "That's a beaut."
"So I take it we're getting a new rich kid?" Zayns smooth voice calls out jokingly.
"I guess so," I say in response. We all sit on the brick wall and stare as the door opens slowly. One heeled shoe hits the pavement and Zayn lets out a whistle as a blonde girl comes into view. She adjusts her dress and stands up straight as people stare at her. The window behind her rolls down and she turns quickly to look into it. A guy in a black suit, probably her dad, tells her something that makes her smile. She turns back and begins walking into school. I look around and see that we aren't the only ones who are staring. It's not that she's pretty or that she showed up in a Mercedes, its because of her outfit. She looks like one of those preppy private school kids that London is so stereotyped for having. She strides confidently across the icy pavement and I have to admit, I'm impressed. I can't imagine its easy to look so sure of yourself when everyone's staring at you but she seems to be managing just fine. She stops a few feet away from where we're sitting and pulls an iPhone out of her back pack. Zayn chuckles as she types something.
"Who you texting rich girl?" Niall says loudly. She turns quickly to face us and a smirk crosses my face.
"Excuse me?" She asks with confusion. Huh. She's American.
I stand slowly and walk closer to her. "He asked who you were texting Barbie," I say condescendingly to the privileged girl. Her face flushes and she takes a step away from me but I grab her wrist. Nobody walks away from me.
"Let go of me," her voice has an edge to it that I haven't heard in quite a while. Usually when I grab girls they are either scared or in love with me. Sometimes a mixture of both. Who was this girl?
"Answer my question," I say back, squeezing her wrist slightly.
"Let go of me first," she says and raises a perfectly arched eyebrow. I chuckle slightly at her sass and lean in close to her ear.
"Someone needs to teach you how to put that sassy mouth to good use," I whisper huskily. She obviously knew what I was implying because she ripped her wrist out of my grasp and stalked up the stairs, shooting me a look of disgust. I laugh and turn back to the boys who are all looking at me curiously.
"Shag bet?" Zayn suggests with an evil grin. I look around at the boys and they all nod their heads.
"First one of us for to shag her wins what exactly?" Niall asks excitedly.
"None of us get a chance afterwards?" Liam suggests.
"No it has to be something better..." I mutter. And then it comes to me. "First one to shag that lovely American gets the house."
Why Louis?? Couldn't you sense her uncertainty?
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