*Jocelyn's Pov*
*Warning may be some triggering, in this chapter so please don't read if you aren't comfortable with it. AND PLEASE READ A/N AT THE END!*
The next day after what had happen on my front porch came by, and it is now the end of the day whereas I find myself in Mr. Gonzales's class talking about the end of the year project. Harry has to come by or I go to his house so we can get to know each other. Honestly I just want to write how I really feel about him, and forget it but I have to find out what he likes, dislikes, etc.
He might be the nicest one out of the three hooligans, but doesn't mean I trust him. Its sad really how all of them think they can say one apology and all is well. I'm not going to give them the benefit of the doubt and forgive them, I don't want them in my life if I'm be honest here. But its like wherever I go they're there too, like I have most classes with Harry and Zayn, and I'm playing female lead in the play with Louis. So, there's no escape.
"Okay, so at the end of next week you must complete this project. You've had two months to get to know each other, so there should be no problem." Mr. Gonzales says
Yeah, unless you're me and get tortured by your partner and his little dingebats.
"Hey, you ready to go?" Liam's voice brings me from my mind
"Oh, uh yeah let me pack up but you don't need to wait on me you know." I tell him as I pack my bag up
"I know but you're partnered with Harry so I might as well watch over you, right?" he says I shrug
"I don't really care if he or any of the others say something let alone do something." I say as we walk out
"You should care though, they could seriously hurt worse than last time." he says
"I know, but it's okay I need to grab some stuff from my locker I'll meet you later or something." I say as we part ways
I make my way down the halls to my locker, as I reach it I see none other than Harry Styles and Louis Tomlinson standing there. This should be good.
I try to block them out while I grab my things, as they keep talking to me mostly insults. Oh, right they went back to their normal ways this morning as well as Zayn, so now I have to go through all of it again. I still don't understand why their so cruel though, I have not done a thing to any of them yet they treat me like trash off the street.
"Stewarts we're fucking talking to you, so I suggest you answer us." Louis spits in my face
"Whatever." I mutter as I try to turn around and leave but they push me up against the locker
"Na-ah-ah, who said you could talk back?" Harry asks cruelly I keep my head down
One, because I have not let anyone see my face. And two, because I'm getting scared.
"Look up you stupid fuck!" he shouts getting the attention of all I slowly look up as they go wide eyed for a second
"What happen to your face?" Louis asks still wide eyed
"N-nothing," I stutter
"C'mon, Stewarts you know what happen so tell us." he pushes
"Z-zayn, h-he did it." I whimper as they squeeze my upper arm
"Did, a bad job on you. How about we show you what it actually feels like to look as ugly and pathetic the way you should." he sneers as he swings to my stomach I try to hunch over in pain but with Harry holding me up I can't do anything
