Etched in black

Skye's POV

After None other than Harry Styles the biggest player, and jerk-jock in school helped me out of the mud puddle. I turned on my heels and walked away from him. I didn't look back because, he may have helped me out of that mud puddle but I wasn't in the mood to walk to have him try to persuade me to have like idk... Sex.. Or something plus I didn't feel like walking to school with anyone.

...Especially...With that jerk.

I have a special hatred for players, jocks, jerks , and just all around preps. They were all the same if you didn't have the right clothes. If you didn't have the right house. They treated you like shit. You wanna know why?

Because they were all the same, and they don't like different people. I mean I'm sorry I don't strut around in bathing suits in the winter time!
I walked into the school and headed for my first period. The only class I actually like. Art. Funny thing is I actually had this class with Harry. Another funny thing is he sat right beside me!

Harry's POV

I headed for the school. I was barely into the court yard before the usual sluts surrounded me.
"Hey Harry wanna have some fun today, how about we skip and I'll dip?(;" said the usual slut Kaitlynn."
I just slung them off and headed into school. I actually wanted to go to first period. Skye was in this class.
I walked into Art and saw her. She was drawing secretly in her little notebook. She turned her head slightly when I came in. But didn't fully acknowledge me.

Skye's POV

I got out my black notebook and started doodling. I drew a bird. A wren to be exact. I like birds their carefree, and wild. They weren't all secluded and shaded. I heard someone shuffle In to the seat beside me.I looked to my left. I saw that it was Harry of course.

"Hey Skye." His deep voice rasped

Oh so now since he helped me out of the mud puddle we can now be what friends? He's never talked to me before why is he talking to me now?

"Hello." I mumbled

His eyes averted to my drawing.

"That's a really good drawing Skye.".

"Thank you."

No one ever saw my drawing I did not particularly let people see them. It was just a once in a lifetime look for him. Because I don't draw for people to see I just enjoy doing it.
But I can't lie I am a bit confused. Why is Harry being so nice? He helped me out of that mud puddle. He's commenting on my drawing. Which is odd. Should I be nice back. Or should I disarm myself from this conversation.

The bell rang for my next period. I walked out of the classroom. My next class is Chemistry. I walked down the hall only to be met by Kaitlynn's awaiting foot. The jocks were amongst her as well as her slutty friends. And to my surprise Harry. They all bust out laughing as I fell flat on my face with my books flying every where. Except Harry.

Harry came over and immediately started to help me pick up my fallen books. I am so confused right now. First he helped me out of the mud puddle this morning. Then for the first time ever he talked to me. Then to put the icing on the cake he commented on my drawing. Now, now The Harry Styles aka a player a jerk a jock. Harry Styles being nice to me.

I'm starting to think Harry isn't all that much of a jerk, a jock yes because that boy can play some damn football, he is the star quarterback.

"Harry thank you, really for helping me pick up my books, seems as if you've been helping me a lot today."

He laughed

"Your welcome, but I don't mind helping you."

"Oh and Skye I'm sorry Kaitlynn isn't nice."

"I see this but no need to apologize it wasn't you, and thanks for not laughing at me."

"No problem."

And with that I walked to chemistry strutting sort of happy?
The rest of the day went by fast.

I walked in the house, only to hear father yelling about how he didn't get drunk that someone put powder in his drink.

"Chad I know you went out last night! I even know who gave you the meth. Do I look like an idiot Chad!"
"Hannah I'm not lying to you I promise I didn't do anything."

I walked upstairs because I knew mom would get no where because dad would keep lying and eventually she would just quit trying.

I crawled into my bed and scrolled through my phone. 1 new text.

Claire: Hey Babess wanna got to a partayyy tonight??

Me: Idk Claire...

Claire: Comeeee onnnn you never go anywhere!!

Me: Okay look I'll come if mom says I can go..

Claire: M-Kay!!!!!


I walked downstairs. I really didn't want to ask mom I knew she was stressed and probably didn't want to hear me talk about parties at the moment. But I kinda wanted to go.

"Hey mom can I go to a party with Claire?"

"Yeah sure I don't mind just please be back before 1:00 AM."

"Thanks mom I promise I will."
I walked upstairs and texted Claire telling her I was allowed to come. She texted back saying she'd be at my house around 9:00.

It was only 6:00 so I had a 3 hours, I decided to take a shower.

I got into the shower and let the cool water sooth my pores. The shower was refreshing and felt clean. I gently shampooed and conditioned washed and got out.
It was 7:00 now so I decided to blow dry my hair and curl it. I then went to my closet to find some clothes. I heard a car pull up outside. I looked out my window and saw Claire coming in.

"Hey hoe I brought you a dress."

I assessed the dress. It was a bright red with sequins embroidered into it. It was cute but so flashy but I decided to wear it. Claire fiddled with my makeup and then we headed off for the party.
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As we pulled up to the party I noticed it was one of the jocks house Warren Stanford. But I had to admit he had awesome parties. I walked inside sweeties bodies were every where. I saw Clair walk towards the bar so I walked to the bar as well.

I took a red cup and filled it with alcohol. I felt like drinking tonight.
I had drunken about 3 cups of alcohol and felt really woozy. I decided to go take a swing at the dance floor. Timber was on. And like he said I was moving my body round and round. I swayed my hips and danced. I felt a pair of hands around me but I could care less. I started to grind on the person. They started moving against me as well.

I felt some lips attach to my neck and start to kiss my sweet spot. I felt something harden against my butt. I decided to turn around to meet to sweet promoter. I almost fell out when I turned around, and not from the alcohol I had consumed.

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