Jade's POV

I can't believe it! I can't believe what just happened today!

I'm going to be in so much trouble! I'm going to be grounded for the rest of my high school years! Yet, it was all worth!

I was in a fight today.

"Ms. Horan, do I make myself clear?" said Mr. Welsh, releasing me from my thoughts.

"Oh yeah, uh, just to clarify things, could you repeat yourself again I wasn't listening..." I shrugged as he shook his head at me disappointedly.

"This is the 2nd day of school and you kids decide fight? This isn't acceptable! You children better not do it again, do I make myself clear Ms. Horan?" he raised his voice as I nodded my head at him nervously.

"But Mr. Welsh, I didn't do anything! This mean girl just began hitting me for no reason!" said Marisa innocently.

"No I didn't! You were teasing me and pushing me and I had absolute enough of you-"

"Mr. Welsh, she's threatening me again!" Marisa wined

"Wow, your so mature Marisa!" I heard Sonny say, June beginning to have a talk with Sonny.

"He was about to hit a women, isn't that against the law!" Greg raised his voice as Georgie looked at him in fury.

"I can't believe you betrayed us Layla!" I heard Marisa say, Layla rolling her eyes at her.

"You guys were being complete unfair! It had to be fair at least!" she said as the whole room began to talk a threaten each other. While I on the other hand just stood there in the middle of the room, hearing people talk and yell at each other.

"Okay, now children!"

"Why don't I just hit you again Marisa since that always gets you to shut up!"

"Now girls! Settle down!" yelled the principle, the room calming down.

"Now, who were the ones that helped Ms. Styles in this fight?" questioned the principle, angered and annoyed by the teenagers in his office.

"That would be Comic Geek, Bookworm, Tomboy, Tommo, and Layla Edwards...." answered Marisa, pointing to Sonny, Mackenzie, Greg, Layla and I.

"Alright, now who helped Ms. Deviant?"

"That would be the ugly bitch Marisa, the slut June, oh and the guy that got held back twice, Georgie." I said, mimicking Marisa's bitchy voice.

"Alright, so Marisa and the other two, you're suspended for a week." The principle stated, trying not to smile.

"Haha! You guys got suspended!" Greg said happily as the principle looked at him angrily.

"And you five other kids, you have detention for a month." Oh crap.

"That isn't fair! They're suspended for a week and we have detention for a month?" Mackenzie said, trying to defend us, or maybe herself.

"Starting today, you five will go to detention in the library, right after we call your parents..." This day can't get any better.

"Who's laughing now Mickie?" Teased Marisa, sticking her tongue out on us.

"First phone call..." Please don't choose me, please don't choose me!

"Ms. Mackenzie Styles," Oh my gosh! I'm so glad it wasn't me!

"Follow me," said the principle, taking Mackenzie into his office.

"Her dad's gonna be so pissed at his 'little girl'," laughed June as I gave get a mean glare.

"You guys are some assholes," I replied back, receiving the middle finger from Marisa.

"Go fuck yourself darling,"

"You're some bitch Jade," whispered June as a teacher walked by us.

"I may be a bitch, but your the slut who technically had sex at the age of 12." I responded back, her jaw dropping, surprised that I even said that. That showed her how much I know!

After waiting outside the principals office for about 20 minuets, I was the 2nd to last person for the phone call.

"Jade, your next." The secretary said as I got up and walked into the principals office, seeing him talk on the phone with my guardian, or Dad.

"Ms. Horan, your father would like to speak to you." I am so grounded!

"Uh, hello?"

"Jade, why the hell would you decided to join a fight? You know that if the girl's parents dropped charges on us, we'd be broke! You can't be doing this!" My Dad scowled at me, shrugging at his comments.

"I know Daddy, I'm sorry-"

"You better be! Look, my boss is calling so I have to go, but we'll talk about this once we get home. Is that understood?" he said, nodding my head in shame.

"Yes Daddy, I love you..."

"I love you too, but I'm still disappointed with you Jade." I heard him sigh before hanging up. I hated when he was mad at me, he always seemed hurt, helpless, depressed. I know why he's like that, I know why I'm like that, but it's quite complicated.

"Here you go sir,"

"Thank you, now head to the library, Coach Terrence is waiting for you." he said, pointing me out the door as I grabbed my backpack and headed towards the library. I felt quite proud of myself, but also hurt as well. I didn't mean for any of this to happen, the fight, the bruises and cuts. Yet, Dad is going to struggle living with his daughter that's full of surprises and son that's full of noise and trouble. He's never "not-doing-anything", he's always talking in the phone, writing, hanging out with us, or even drinking. It disgusts me how he drinks his pain away, how he tries to forgot the past, how he tries to heal himself on his own. He hasn't been the same since then. Since she passed away. It feels like her passing just happened, a few seconds ago, but in reality, it's only been 10 years since she left. I still remember how it happened, what her last words were, what hospital we were at, how sick she looked, how painful it was to loose her. Bobby was only 3 days old when she died, and he still blames himself for her dying. It hurts how much this family's been through.

"Ah, welcome to detention Jade, I knew you'd show up." said Coach Terrence happily as I searched for a seat in the back of the room.

"Alright, now this place you five kids are in is called detention. You'll want to get comfortable here because you kids are gonna be here for a while." he mentioned as I rolled my eyes at him, annoyed that he's treating us like 6 year olds.

"Here are the basic rules, no talking, no getting up from the seat you are in, no fighting, no getting out from this place, and no electronics. So all you kids who have phones, cough it up." he ordered, holding out a bucket for us to put our phones in.

"Put them in, all of you." he snapped as I nervously took out my phone and put it in the box, like everyone else did.

"Now, you all will be in this room until the end of the school day. I better see you kids in the same spot when I come back to check on you, in about an hour from now. You kids better behave!" he scowled at us, grabbing his cap and heading out the library. I hated the library! It's such a boring, useless, simple place where people read! Who reads these days? Obviously not me!

"Finally! He's gone!" I heard Layla sigh, putting her legs up on the desk. I was so happy that I wasn't the one sitting next to her. Poor Greg.

"Well, you seem happy to be here." I said to her as she rolled her eyes at me.

"Have you guys ever been to detention?" I have, well if you except detention as sitting on the sidewalk at recess then yes I have multiple times.

"I know Greg has, since he got busted for pulling down Craig Erin's pants, but the rest of you, you're such losers." she said as I shook my head. Why is she calling us losers if they're the ones smoking pot, crack, cigarets.

"Here's the basic rules about detention. Don't get caught leaving the room, be aware of the teacher coming in at anytime, and once the teacher leaves, you can do basically anything. Got that?" she said, taking out a pack of cigarets from her jacket. Ridiculous!

"Want one?" she asked me, shaking my head as she laughed.

"Well, that's something people don't see everyday. C'mon, it's just one."

"No, I'm fine. I really don't want to get cancer, or diseases." I replied back nervously, hoping she wouldn't make such a big deal out of it.

"Fine, but you're missing out on a lot of fun." she said, getting up from her seat and heading towards the computers.

"Aren't you guys coming?" she asked us, continuing to walk.

"Maybe just for a little while." I mumbled, following her.

"Good, there's finally somebody who's taking my advice." she said as I turned around to see Mack a few steps behind me.

"So, Layla, why did you like join the fight? I mean you're like BFF's with Marisa or whatever." I asked curiously, hoping she'd answer.

"To answer your first question, because the fight was unfair. Second, me and Marisa are pretty close, but technically it was I risk I had to take just so that Comic Geek wouldn't get killed or anything." she said, trying to sound like a proud hero, but in reality she was a total bitch rebelling against her friends. Common stage in a cliche girls world like her.

"I'm not Comic Geek! I have a name you know!" I heard Sonny mumble angrily as Layla laughed.

"Look, you're a geek in comic books, and that's okay. The guy that fucked my mum and had me is also a geek in comic books. I on the other hand, am not. So that's just a cute nickname for a girl suited for that position."

"Wow, you're something." I muttered, seeing Layla glare at me.

"What does that suppose to mean? Tomboy."

"Excuse me, but I am not a tomboy! And you know what, you're exactly the bitch everybody excepts you to be! I thought you'd be nicer and sweeter than that but boy was I so wrong!" I assured her, not afraid of standing up to a girl like her.

"I'm not a fucking bitch!"

"Well when it comes to queen bitches, you sure win that crown!"

"Now, don't you guys think that's a bit overhand." said Sonny, like always, trying to be reasonable.

"That's it Tomboy, you're gonna get it!" she yelled in fury, quickly running away from her before she did anything to me. I love pissing off bitches.

"You're not gonna hide from me forever!" I heard her yell, continuing to run as fast as possible away from her. The bookcases were so tight, it was hard to make turns, but it was tall enough to hide my body away from Layla's sight. Once I was out of Layla's sight, I tried finding the best hiding spot in the room. But where do you hide in a place full of bookshelves and tables. I didn't know where to start looking. Where was I suppose to hide? The more questions I asked, the less time I had to hide.

"Ha! Found you!" I heard Layla, scared of her voice. I looked around me, seeing nobody in sight. Where could she be?

"Bitch!" her voice said, right before she pranced onto me and fell to the ground. Books in boxes near the librarians desk falling onto us.

"Ow, ow, ow!" I said in pain, Layla beside me, covered in books as well. With all the pain I had, I still can't believe I was still alive.

"Okay, that was a stupid idea." I heard Greg say as he bent over and helped me up.

"Not my fault she tackled me!" I huffed, seeing books all over the ground.

"Should we pick those ups?" I asked, feeling extremely guilty right now.

"Of course! What else?" Mackenzie said as we all knelt down and picked up dusty, old books. Something most people wouldn't enjoy doing.

"OMG! The library has magazines?" said Layla excitedly, grabbing an old magazine from the floor.

"Ooh! This guy's pretty cute!" Layla freaked out, continuing to look at the magazine.

"OMG! How does he look like?" asked Greg, trying to mimic Layla's voice.

"Shut up Tomlinson! He's so adorbs!"

"Layla, you know that the magazine's from like years ago, right?" Sonny said, continuing to pick up books and stack them up in the box.

"So? Maybe he's still hot! I wouldn't mind dating an eye candy like him even if he was like 50!" There is the proof that Layla is a slut! A true slut who doesn't mind sleeping with a 50 year old!

"Now that's just gross!" Greg replied to Layla as she rolled his eyes at him.

"Let me see how he looks like," I said, leaning in towards Layla, seeing a pretty cute curly haired boy, smiling at the camera. He was cute, I mean for a guy with nice green eyes and a nice smile, he was exceptional.

"Pretty cute," I mumbled, reading what it said about him. 'Harry Styles and Kendal Jenner, are things getting serious?' Harry Styles? That sounds really familiar.

"Hey Mackenzie, do you have an uncle, cousin, or brother who's single and has curly hair and green eyes?" I asked curiously.

"Uh, no." she said, looking at me if I was some weirdo.

"Oh, well maybe she's not related to him." said Layla as we both focused on the article about him and that other chic.

"Related to who?" Sonny questioned, finishing the last stack of books and putting it up on the librarians desk.

"Oh nobody, just this cute guy." Layla answered, still focusing on Curly.

"What's his name? I probably think I do know him." said Mackenzie, wanting to know who we were talking about while Greg just looked at us like if we were perverted idiots or something.

"His name's Harry Styles. He's pretty cute-"

"Hold up, Harry Styles? As in Harry Edward Styles?" Mackenzie said, taking the magazine out of our hands. Her jaw dropped once she saw it, looking at the magazine as if it was possessed.

"How...when...who...but..." she stuttered, her eyes widening.

"How could he not tell me he was famous?!?" Mackenzie shouted as the rest of us looked at each other nervously.

"Who, exactly?" Greg asked, dumbfounded.

"My father! How could he not tell me he dated a model and became famous?" Wait, what?

"He's your dad?" I said, feeling as if I was about to throw up!

"Yes! And who the hell is 'One Direction'? Why does the magazine keep mentioning about them here?" she asked us as we shrugged.

"Don't look at me, I didn't even know he was your dad!" I said innocently, looking at the rest of the people for answers.

"I don't know what One Direction is, so don't ask me for answers." Sonny replied back.

"Yeah, me neither. I really don't pay attention to any of that anyway." said Greg crossing his arms.

"You know we can use the computer right?" Layla said, getting up from the floor and heading towards the librarian's computer behind her desk.

"Alright, now what do I search up?"

"One Direction?" Mackenzie said, curious to see what it was about.

"The Wifi here sucks! C'mon, can you load any faster!" Layla complained until it finally showed up. An image of five guys beside each other, smiling. Hmm...

"Okay, so One Direction was a famous boy band from 2010 to 2015-"

"I don't need anymore information! I just want to see the members of this boy band!" Mackenzie demanded, waiting for the rest of the information to load.

"Got it, now, this boy band is a group of five young men, all from the UK except for one from Ireland. The band contains members of Harry Styles, Liam Payne, Louis Tomlinson, Niall Horan, Zayn Malik...." Niall Horan? Niall James Horan, the sound engineer at Mercury Records? No, this must be a mistake, of course! Maybe there's another Niall Horan from the UK or Ireland. I'm dreaming, yes that's the answer! I just have to pinch myself and then everything will be gone. No more of this ridiculous dream of course! I kept pinching myself, but the dream didn't end, it was still in show!

"Is that my dad?" questioned Sonny, wondering the same things as me as well.

"No, obviously my father wouldn't be a singer, I mean that's ridiculous!" Greg laughed nervously, trying to keep cool.

"He can't be! No, Mr. Malik can't be Zayn Malik!" Layla freaked out, beginning to breathe heavily.

"Maybe they're different people? I mean I know a guy named Chris Martin, and he isn't Chris Martin from Coldplay." I said, knowing that there was hope this would all be a dream!

"I'll see..." Said Layla, her hand shaking as she searched for an image of them. And there it was, proof that this was not a dream, but reality. I felt like hurling, like screaming! Thoughts racing through my mind, questions being asked too many at once. I couldn't take the pressure, it was too much! Then I gave in, my body and mind shutting down, fainting.

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