(Sorry if it says updated again. I mixed up my other story and this story by accident with a few parts.)

Chapter 1:

Welcoming w/ Rumors

In this life nothing was fair.

Everything either came with a unfair reasoning. No matter how cruel or ridiculous it was.

That's how fucking fate decided to play with my life.

Not every love is heart warming. Some loves could make you suffer more then you have ever realized.

All my sweet and loving memories were buried under bitter and cold ones. He could be the one why it happened, but he wasn't. I could never dare to blame him why my life is calamity.

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Finally after about 10 minutes of walking, huge black gates appeared meaning I got to school. Is the black gates really needed? Like seriously.

On my way getting through the gates I punch in my initials on the keypad letting them know I attended this school. As soon as I saw the front of the real school, I could see everyone taking glances at me and mumbling shit about me to each other.

"Isn't that Spencer Young?!"

"Damn she got hella hot.."

"When did she transfer back here?"

"Oh my god. Spencer is back!!"

"I thought she was dead," What the fuck. Dead? I whipped my head towards the small group of people giving them a glare letting them know I heard that.

I just shook my head a little at how stupid everyone was being just because I'm back at school. Was that really a big shock?

Looking for my friends was harder than I thought. They weren't around our old hangout where we would always meet. I guess I gotta do this the hard way.

"HEY EVERYONE! WHERE'S SAM, ALEX, BRIAN, AND CHRIS?!" I yell to everyone around me. They all stop what they're doing and becomes so quiet you could hear a pin drop. All I got was a silent response which was ticking my patience right now.

"I asked you a question. You're suppose to respond," Groaning at how I had to go this far to just find them.

Some dude spoke out telling me they were always by the gym in the morning. I gave him a nod understanding. I shoved my hands in my front pockets and made my way to the gym to find Brian being beat up by some curly haired kid. Brian is the weakling and most to get picked on in our band. When people started to find out he wasn't good at fighting or was strong, they took it as a chance to just jack him up whenever they felt like it and that's where I come in saving his ass every time. Taking self defense class for five years really paid off.

"What the hell is going on?" I shout as I stomped up to them. Seriously, I can't believe Brian is still getting beat up even after I left, except now it's by some other kid I don't even know.

They whip their heads toward me. Brian looking shocked while the curly dude just gave me a blank face.

"Spencer..? I thought you were gone, when'd you come back," Brian asked happily but sad at the same time. I gave him a quick shut up and just focused on the curly haired kid.

"And who are you?" I gaped at him. For a guy he had a nice shade of green for eyes and red plump lips along with a lip ring. Mmm.. Not bad not bad.. Shit Spencer get your head out of your ass. This kid was just beating up Brian!

Curly boy dropped Brian on the ground making him groan in pain as he ran his hand through his hair. "I don't think you need to know kid."

I hate it when people call me kid or child. God damn, I'm seventeen years old not five! "Of course I do curly boy. You were just hitting my friend there," My eyes flickered between those two.

He let out a small laugh making me scrunch my nose a little. "I believe I asked you a fucking question," Laughter soon died down as he got serious. "You shouldn't be talking to me that why girly. Do you know who I am?"

"Should I have to know because I've got better things to know about besides your name and identity."

"Exactly you should because obviously you've been skipping out on shit around school."

"Oh then please enlighten me," Sarcasm obvious in my tone.

Curly boy took a step towards me making me take a step back. This continued until I was up against the wall. Man, it's been a while since I've actually had a challenge like this.

"Heard of Harry Styles before?" Harry Styles..

"Not a single clue," Mixed emotions flickered through his eyes, but it was mainly amusement and anger together.

"Fine then what's your name?" I let out an exhausting sigh as I realized this took longer then I intended it to.

"Spencer."

"Spencer...?"

"Young. Spencer Young. Are you happy now Styles?" I snap at him. Gosh this guy is really getting on my nerves and I barely know him.

His eyes widen, jaw dropping open once he processed my name.

"You're Spencer Young? I thought Spencer was suppose to be a guy," Where is this guy getting all his information from, jeez.

"Well I've got boobs, does it look like I'm a guy?" I ask him flatly.

Next thing I know, his hand reaches out and grabs my left boob. I snap my eyes wide open flickering between his face and his hand on my precious boob. My hand clutches in a fist, sending him a hard punch right at his stomach, making him kneel in pain.

"Don't fucking touch me again." I spat.

Once he recovers, a laugh bursts out from him. My eyes narrow on him wondering why he was laughing at the moment. Did he find this funny?

"Why are you laughing?"

"Are you sure you're a girl cause I can barely feel anything on your chest?" Jaw dropping, my eyes blink a couple times making sure I heard him right.

My mouth snaps shut in a flat line while I send another punch in the same spot along with a hard slap across his cheek. "Have some respect you dick face!" I growled at him.

Harry Styles was in my top 10 of hate officially.

Notes

As I said I'm sorry if it's the same T_T, I mixed up the top parts with my other story!