Dangerous

I made it through the first day of school successfully. It turns out Rachael and I had two classes together, first and last. We both walked out to the parking lot and she was filling me in on the details of this school. Who were good friends, who were the whores, who to stay away with and anything else you can think of.

As we were walking I couldn't help but notice this guy leaning against his car. He looked pretty tall and he had dark, messy, curly hair. He was wearing black jeans, which I think were tighter than mine, and a white V-neck.

"Who's that?" I nudged Rachael and nodded in the boys direction trying to make it not so obvious.

"The guy leaning on his car?" I nodded my head yes in response.

"That's Harry. Harry Styles, the school bad boy. He gets into fights a countless amount of time and skips school a lot too. He's also the biggest "hump and dump" you'll ever meet. It's in your best interest to stay away from him. Every time a girl falls for him, they always end up heart broken and he couldn't care less."

"Oh." I didn't really know what to say, but I just couldn't keep my eyes off of him.

"Hey, do you want to come over to my house tonight? We can't eat popcorn and watch a movie?"
Rachael's voice brought me out of my thoughts about Harry.

"Oh, yeah sure that sounds like fun."

"Okay, perfect. You can just follow my car since you don't know where I live."

"Okay."

We kept walking straight until she took a turn to get to her car and I kept walking straight to get to mine. I opened the door and sat down in the drivers seat. I couldn't help but look over to where Harry was standing. He was really attractive, but something about him just made him really intriguing.

Oh no. He caught me starring. I quickly looked down at my phone, hoping he really didn't notice me watching him. I looked at the text from Rachael that gave me her address in case I lost her car and couldn't follow.

I slowly looked above the steering wheel and over the windshield to see if he was still looking. Yep. There he was starring back at me with an amused smirk on his face. This time I just couldn't look away. I was stuck in his stare and he knew it. All of a sudden he gave me a wink, and that's when I decided it was time to leave. I put the car in reverse and drove out of the parking lot.

He wouldn't leave my mind. It's like his stare put a spell on my brain telling it to think about him more. When I arrived at Rachael's house I took a deep breath before getting out of the car.

Forget about him Spencer, don't get involved.

Could I keep that promise? Lets hope I can.

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"So The Conjuring it is then?" Rachael and I made the popcorn and now deciding to pick out a movie. I have always loved scary movies, and I probably always will.

"Yep, lets get this show on the road!"

We cuddled up to the couch with pillows and blankets and a big bowl of popcorn. Every once in a while I would jump, and very often Rachael would scream. Hah. Pussy.

It was about eleven o'clock when I finally decided to go home. It was late and a school night and my mom didn't even know I wasn't going to be home after school. As I drove home, I realized I was low on gas, so I went to go fill up the tank.

I got out of the car and paid for a full tank of gas when I heard yelling coming from the side of the gas station. Me, being the curious idiot I am, went to go see what was going on. There were two guys fighting on the ground.

"Hey! Stop!" I ran over and tried to stop them. I know, I know, I am the stupidest person alive trying to stop a fist fight on the side of the station. Someone call a mental hospital.

As I got closer I realized one of the guys was Harry, as in "Harry Styles the bad boy". He was on top of the other guy punching him repeatedly. When he saw me approaching him, he stopped punching the poor guy, and he was able to scramble away.

"Hey! You're Harry right?"

"And who might you be?" I ignored his question and wanted to know what happened.

"Should I be concerned about what I just saw!"

"Nah, he deserved it. He didn't pay my boss, so I had to teach him a lesson."

Why was I talking to Harry Styles really late at night, while he was just beating the life out of someone? I really need to learn to let things go. I need to be smarter about certain situations.

"Your hand is bleeding." I pointed to his right had that was dripping blood.

"Its oka-"

"No, come here."

He followed me inside and I led him to the bathroom. I grabbed a wet paper towel and began to wipe off the blood.

"Hey wait, you're the new girl aren't you? I saw you looking at me in the parking lot today." I looked up and saw that he was smirking. I also saw that he has gorgeous green eyes.

"Um, yeah. I'm Spencer."

"Well, nice to me you...Spencer."

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