Prospering *HIATUS*
Chapter One: Harry's POV
Harry's POV
Louis hands me the fag as my eyes follow her ass across the room. A slim smooth strip of skin is reveled when she goes to pick up her books. I can just see her from the corner of my eye and she looks worried when she catches my eye.
I laugh and then Liam kicks my shoe, "Haz, she'd never fall for you."
"Sure bout that, Li?"
Liam laughs at me. Course he does. The skinny raven with the tattoos on her neck laughs, tossing back her sweaty hair she brings her blackouted lips to Liam's. Liam seems fine with this random girl trying to get into his pants. Liam's the brains in our team and girls seem to always want to find out how he does it.
"If I tell you, then I'd have to kill you."
Rolling my eyes at Liam, I stub out my fag and then grab the bottle of booze that's sitting on the ground beside me.
I know, smoking and drinking on the school grounds? #YOLOWHOCARES. Licking my lips, I watch Violet talking to an awkward blond boy from Ireland that's accent makes him sound drunk. Neil? Nathan? It starts with an N, that's all I know.
The slaggy raven's hand is in Liam's pants and then he's pushed her off. Liam's not a man whore. He's sweet but just ... fell in with the wrong crowd. Commonly known as us.
She walks away from us and then Violet's blue eyes leave her Art History book for a moment and then she looks like she might laugh.
"Haz, don't even try to score with her. She's a pretty little perfect girl."
"Give me a month. And she'll be mine." I tell him.
Shaking his head, Liam smirks. "Fine. A month. And if you don't get then you have to help me score with Catlin."
"And if I win?"
"Then you get the girl."
...
Her long hair is pulled into a ponytail in gym class. And her shorts are barely covering her small ass. God dammit, I'd take her right here, right now if I could. But I can't. Not when we're in class.
Her body is slick from sweat and then I watch as she pulls of her top. Fuck, she's now in a sports bra. Oh Violet Walker; you'll be the death of me.
The death of me, baby girl.
"Hella yeah!" She screams as she scores another goal. A skanky looking girl with brown hair named Hannah Smith high fives her and she smiles. Violet Walker has finally made herself a friend. Another girl named Carter something hugs her and Violet's pretty little eyes light up like the Fourth of July.
Niall laughs at her and then she smiles again. She smiles to much.
But I'm planning to change all that.
Louis hands me the fag as my eyes follow her ass across the room. A slim smooth strip of skin is reveled when she goes to pick up her books. I can just see her from the corner of my eye and she looks worried when she catches my eye.
I laugh and then Liam kicks my shoe, "Haz, she'd never fall for you."
"Sure bout that, Li?"
Liam laughs at me. Course he does. The skinny raven with the tattoos on her neck laughs, tossing back her sweaty hair she brings her blackouted lips to Liam's. Liam seems fine with this random girl trying to get into his pants. Liam's the brains in our team and girls seem to always want to find out how he does it.
"If I tell you, then I'd have to kill you."
Rolling my eyes at Liam, I stub out my fag and then grab the bottle of booze that's sitting on the ground beside me.
I know, smoking and drinking on the school grounds? #YOLOWHOCARES. Licking my lips, I watch Violet talking to an awkward blond boy from Ireland that's accent makes him sound drunk. Neil? Nathan? It starts with an N, that's all I know.
The slaggy raven's hand is in Liam's pants and then he's pushed her off. Liam's not a man whore. He's sweet but just ... fell in with the wrong crowd. Commonly known as us.
She walks away from us and then Violet's blue eyes leave her Art History book for a moment and then she looks like she might laugh.
"Haz, don't even try to score with her. She's a pretty little perfect girl."
"Give me a month. And she'll be mine." I tell him.
Shaking his head, Liam smirks. "Fine. A month. And if you don't get then you have to help me score with Catlin."
"And if I win?"
"Then you get the girl."
...
Her long hair is pulled into a ponytail in gym class. And her shorts are barely covering her small ass. God dammit, I'd take her right here, right now if I could. But I can't. Not when we're in class.
Her body is slick from sweat and then I watch as she pulls of her top. Fuck, she's now in a sports bra. Oh Violet Walker; you'll be the death of me.
The death of me, baby girl.
"Hella yeah!" She screams as she scores another goal. A skanky looking girl with brown hair named Hannah Smith high fives her and she smiles. Violet Walker has finally made herself a friend. Another girl named Carter something hugs her and Violet's pretty little eyes light up like the Fourth of July.
Niall laughs at her and then she smiles again. She smiles to much.
But I'm planning to change all that.
Notes
Pretty please review =D If you don't know me, I'm Narnia's best friend, GemsAreForeverHun, AKA Gemma. But everyone calls me Gemm. I'm co-authoring this story with Narnia. The first two chapters are kind short but I promise that the next ones will be longer.=D Hugs and kisses,
@GemsAreForeverHun
I'll text her and tell her to get a ass moving :P
10/17/13