The Fight for Love [AU/Punk Harry Fanfiction]
Chapter 6
Gabby’s POV: *Two weeks later*
I hated going to school. Day after day I was going right home to avoid Quinton. He hadn’t done anything major. Just some slapping around; it wasn’t anything I couldn’t handle. I left English class as quickly as I could and rushed to my locker. Quinton came up behind me and grabbed my hips.
“Stop.” I try to say strongly.
“Make me. I dare you.” He whispered in my ear.
I rolled my eyes, but I made sure he could see. I wiggled his grip off of me. I turned to face him and looked over his shoulder. I could see Harry and his boys looking at us. He must have told them about what happened. Quinton followed my eyes and looked at Harry and back to me.
“I thought I made it clear. You’re done with that project, and you shouldn’t be talking to him, right?” He grabbed my wrist tightly. I could see his knuckles turning white, and my blood cutting off in my wrist.
“You’re hurting me.”
He sighed and let go of my hand. I turned back to my locker and slammed it shut. I had to take my frustration out on something. Harry wasn’t talking to me anymore. I had no one but Quinton and Izzy. Quinton gave me a dirty look for slamming my locker and I rolled my eyes at him. I rushed down the hallway to get to health. I heard Harry slamming his converse shoes behind me. I saw our teacher sitting at her desk and I went up to her quickly. My wrist was already turning purple, exposing where Quinton had grabbed my arm.
“Can I go to the nurse?”
She had a worried look on her face, “Not feeling well, Gabby?”
“Not at all.”
“You do look a tad pale.” She turned her attention to Harry behind me.
“Mr. Styles, do you mind accompanying Ms. West to the nurse?”
He smiled, “Of course not. Come on, Gabriella.”
I walked next to him up to the nurse. We walked in silence the whole time.
The nurse said I was a little hot and should go home to get some rest and feel better.
Harry was standing against the wall while I was sitting a cot, bed, type thing and the nurse took my temperature, “I think I should drive her home. Wouldn’t want her driving to obstructed.”
The nurse rolled her eyes, and turned to me, “Is that okay with you, Gabby?”
I shrugged, “Sure.” I knew Harry would drive me home no matter what I said.
The nurse wrote us both dismissal slips and let us go to Harry’s car. He had a nice car for a gang member. It was a white BMW SUV. I sighed and got in the car. I looked down at my wrist, which was a dark purple bruise by now.
Harry followed my gaze and his mouth dropped, “Seriously?” His accent was thick.
I shook my head, “It’s fine.”
“No it isn’t.” He protested.
“Forget about it.”
“I cant.”
“Drop it.”
“I just have one question Gabriella, are you ready for the perfect storm?”
I hated going to school. Day after day I was going right home to avoid Quinton. He hadn’t done anything major. Just some slapping around; it wasn’t anything I couldn’t handle. I left English class as quickly as I could and rushed to my locker. Quinton came up behind me and grabbed my hips.
“Stop.” I try to say strongly.
“Make me. I dare you.” He whispered in my ear.
I rolled my eyes, but I made sure he could see. I wiggled his grip off of me. I turned to face him and looked over his shoulder. I could see Harry and his boys looking at us. He must have told them about what happened. Quinton followed my eyes and looked at Harry and back to me.
“I thought I made it clear. You’re done with that project, and you shouldn’t be talking to him, right?” He grabbed my wrist tightly. I could see his knuckles turning white, and my blood cutting off in my wrist.
“You’re hurting me.”
He sighed and let go of my hand. I turned back to my locker and slammed it shut. I had to take my frustration out on something. Harry wasn’t talking to me anymore. I had no one but Quinton and Izzy. Quinton gave me a dirty look for slamming my locker and I rolled my eyes at him. I rushed down the hallway to get to health. I heard Harry slamming his converse shoes behind me. I saw our teacher sitting at her desk and I went up to her quickly. My wrist was already turning purple, exposing where Quinton had grabbed my arm.
“Can I go to the nurse?”
She had a worried look on her face, “Not feeling well, Gabby?”
“Not at all.”
“You do look a tad pale.” She turned her attention to Harry behind me.
“Mr. Styles, do you mind accompanying Ms. West to the nurse?”
He smiled, “Of course not. Come on, Gabriella.”
I walked next to him up to the nurse. We walked in silence the whole time.
The nurse said I was a little hot and should go home to get some rest and feel better.
Harry was standing against the wall while I was sitting a cot, bed, type thing and the nurse took my temperature, “I think I should drive her home. Wouldn’t want her driving to obstructed.”
The nurse rolled her eyes, and turned to me, “Is that okay with you, Gabby?”
I shrugged, “Sure.” I knew Harry would drive me home no matter what I said.
The nurse wrote us both dismissal slips and let us go to Harry’s car. He had a nice car for a gang member. It was a white BMW SUV. I sighed and got in the car. I looked down at my wrist, which was a dark purple bruise by now.
Harry followed my gaze and his mouth dropped, “Seriously?” His accent was thick.
I shook my head, “It’s fine.”
“No it isn’t.” He protested.
“Forget about it.”
“I cant.”
“Drop it.”
“I just have one question Gabriella, are you ready for the perfect storm?”
Plz update! I wanna know what happens.
5/15/14