Lucy and Claire got out of the car, heading towards the big house from which the overly loud noises were coming. Before entering Claire grabbed Lucy’s hand and asked, “Are you sure this is a good idea? I mean, the guys from the gang didn’t look so safe to me.”

“God! How many times do we have to do this, C?”

“I’m just saying that I think it-“

“Don’t think, C. Not tonight. Please? I might actually get a chance to talk to Harry today but if you’re gonna be on about this, how do you expect me to concentrate?”

Claire sighed in resignation before giving Lucy a smile and adding cheekily, “Fine! If you do manage to get into his pants, I want details! That boy is H.O.T!”

Lucy squealed in excitement and gave Claire a side-hug before responding, “And if YOU manage to get down on Zayn, I want details!”

“Oh my God, Luce! No!”

“Why not? He’s hot!”

Claire was about to open her mouth but was interrupted by the voice of another male cutting her off.

“Talking about me, ladies?” A boy with jet black hair and dark blue eyes casually draped his hands over their shoulders before his eyes landed on Claire. “Well, hello there, sexy!”

“Eewww! Get over yourself, Fredrick!”

Lucy grabbed Claire’s hand and pulled her into the house, leaving Fredrick standing there ogling Claire up. Claire would’ve felt bad for him if he had not been stripping her naked with his eyes. She turned to concentrate on the scene inside the house. It was absolutely repulsive in Claire’s eyes.

The air held a mixture of body odor and alcohol, making Claire gag. The music was blaring too loudly, playing punk rock music which Claire couldn’t bring herself to like. People were dancing too closely for Claire’s comfort; humping and grinding their bodies like there is no tomorrow. As the two of them went further inside, they saw people chug down drinks and play beer pongs and strip poker. If that wasn’t enough, there were a few people smoking pot in one of the rooms near the kitchen. Claire could tell that the entire town was probably here. Although, most of them were aggressive looking punks and goths, she could tell apart the people from different cliques from her new school. It wasn’t as though Claire was a prude; it was just the fact that it was a completely different scene than the parties she attended in New York. Then again, she couldn’t compare these house parties to those she went to in Manhattan with Dan.

“Do you think you’re gonna be okay alone by yourself for a few minutes? I’m gonna go look for Harry.” Lucy asked, brandishing a red cup with yellow liquid out of thin air and handing it to Claire.

“Umm- yeah. Okay.”

Claire watched Lucy disappear into the crowd and she turned around to see if she recognized anyone from class. She turned pink when she realized that more than a few pair of eyes were on her. She looked away and took a sip from the red cup Lucy had given her to dry her now parched mouth, grimacing instantly. She noticed a few girls walking up to her from the corners of her eyes and pretended to act cool instead of panicking. She recognized these girls from the jock table when she had skimmed the cafeteria this morning.

“So, you’re the new girl?” A brunette asked, looking Claire up from head to toe.

“Yeah. I’m Claire.” Claire smiled but it faltered when she noticed that none of them shared the mutual warmth.

“So I’ve heard. What with all the drama you created at the hall and cafeteria!” The brunette grimaced at Claire’s outfit before rolling her eyes as though it was typical.

Claire gasped at her rudeness and was about to give the bitch a piece of her mind but the brunette spoke up, “You might think you’re all that just cause you got Zayn’s and Harry’s attention on the first day, but you should know that I run this school!”

What was it with people telling her about them running things today? First, the creep from the alley and now this selfish, narcissistic bitch?

“That’s funny.” Claire crossed her hands against her chest and looked the girl up and down the same way she had been appraised. “Considering nobody even bothered to tell me about you.”

The girl’s smirk faltered immediately and the couple of wannabes behind her gasped at having their queen B insulted. The girl’s face slowly turned into a sneer, making her pretty made-up face look highly unattractive to Claire.

“How would you when you hang around low-lives like that wannabe punk girl?”

Claire launched herself on the brunette and nailed her on the ground as soon as the words left her mouth. She began pulling at the other girl’s hair and slapped her hard on the face, as the brunette tried to scratch Claire’s face. She heard screams and groaned when she felt the brunette pull her hair and scratch her neck.

“Whoa! A cat fight! Fight, fight, fight!” She heard someone begin chanting as the rest of the crowd joined in.

“Claire!” She heard Lucy’s voice shout over the noise but couldn’t turn to look as the brunette turned her over and tried to pin her to the ground.

“Someone, do something!” She thought she heard Lucy shout when a hand wrapped around her waist and lifted her up from the now weeping brunette.

“C’mon, babe.” She heard the deep voice whisper in her ears, holding her away by the waist using just one hand as held a drink with the other. Claire felt a little foolish kicking and thumping the air as the guy held her quite high up from the ground. It was obvious that he was at least half a foot taller than her.

“Enough for today!” He went on, turning her struggling body away from the brunette who shouted something about her being a crazy bitch.

Claire demanded to be let down but he did not let go until he had come infront of a black oak door upstairs. She could hear Lucy scolding her and asking her to stay still from behind the guy, but she was too furious to listen. As soon as the guy let her go, she spun around to face him, only to be left with her mouth hanging open. It was Harry and he had a frown etched on his forehead like the one he had in the hallway. Their eyes collided and Claire felt herself shrink against the door at how intimidating and tall he looked.

She gulped when she realized how pissed off he was and licked her dry lips before looking for a way to get out of his path. She didn’t have a death wish and knew better than to cross him.

“Don’t even think about it.” She heard him state calmly but sternly when she found an opening in his left through which she could sprint. “Get inside the room.”

“Huh?” She asked, confused by his order.

“Get in, you’re wounded.” He replied as though he was talking to a two-year old before delicately moving away her hair from her shoulder to show the scratch marks that she had received.

Claire’s eyes went back to his and she noticed that they had softened but held some other emotion in them. It felt like hours that they kept staring at each other’s eyes before they were interrupted by someone clearing her throat.

“C, Harry’s right! Why don’t we get in the room and tend to your wound?”

Having broken her daze, Claire noticed Lucy and turned a deep red. What had she been thinking staring at Harry’s eyes like that? Sure, they were beautiful but it did not give her the right to just keep looking at them like that.

She nodded her head and turned to enter the room. Harry opened the door for her from her back before she could reach for the knob. Claire blushed at the proximity and frowned a little when she got a whiff of his cologne. As the door swung open, her eyes widened as it met the sight of something quite disturbing.

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Notes

Claire's Outfit

A/N: So, I guess this story isn't really working out what with the lack of response from everyone. I think I'll take it down after a couple more chapters. Thank you to all those who have voted, subscribed and commented.:) I love you guys and am grateful! x