MEAN BOYS {5 Seconds Of Summer}

Part Five

The next day I arrived to school twenty minutes early to find the parking lot nearly empty apart from a rather crappy, severally dented black car, where Niall and Harry were sitting blasting a rather catchy song about a woman who was eating watermelon and surfing. Shoving my hands in my pockets I crossed over to the driver side window and knocked.

A startled Harry looked up then smirked taking in my plain gray sweatshirt and black skinny jeans. Opening the door he stepped out then motion for Niall, who was holding a bundle of clothes to do the same.

âDid you bring the shirt?â I asked worriedly.

âYes, calm your titties.â Harry said rolling his eyes, before taking a red shirt from Niall and dropping it in my hand.

âThank you,â I breathed out in relief, starting to unzip my sweatshirt to reveal the white wife beater tank top which I had on beneath.

âWhat in Godâs name is that?â Harry demanded.

âAn undershirt?â I said slowly.

âHell no,â Harry spat, âtake it off.â

âWhat, no,â I mumbled.

âJust do what he says,â said Niall sounding bored as he leaned back against the side of the car, âHe knows what heâs doing.â

âIsnât that rude and stereotypical of you to say?â I questioned.

âUm, no,â Harry said, looking at me like I was some sort of imbecile, âI do know what Iâm doing, my Mom has a fashion line and Iâve watched more episodes of project runway then shits youâve probably taken in your lifetime.â

âOh, sorry,â I mumbled.

Sighing Harry took a sleeveless t-shirt from the stack in Niallâs hands and handed it to me. Holding it up I looked at the smiley face with crosses over his eyes, emblazoned across the middle with the word Nirvana written on top.

âWhatâs this?â I questioned.

âA band,â Niall sighed, âMichael and his minions will eat it up.â

Nodding I glanced around the deserted parking lot nervously.

âAre you going to change or just stand there looking like a dipshit?â Niall asked.

âThe first one,â I mumbled.

âWell hurry up,â I moaned, if we go in soon enough we can get free pop tarts  with the welfare kids.â

Thinking to myself that if a kid was on welfare they probably needed the pop tart, whatever that was, more than we did, I hurriedly slipped out of my clothes and into the shirt Harry had brought. I then started to put my arms through the flannel when he reached out and stopped me.

âWhat do you think youâre doing?â he demanded.

âPutting this on?â I said slowly.

âTie it around your waist,â he instructed.

âWhy?â I questioned.

âBecause I said so,â

âI know but why not just wear it?â

Running his hands down his face Harry turned to Niall, âI give up on this kid, heâs hopeless.â

âJust listen to the poor guy,â Niall chuckled.

Biting my lip I took my arms out of the flannel and tied it around my waste.

âYou actually look pretty badass,â Harry praised, âWho knew you had it in you.â

âThanks,â I mumbled, âBut uh, what about my shoes?â

Both boys looked down at the tennis shoes I was wearing the same from the day before.

âBurn those things,â Harry muttered before reaching in through the window of the car and retrieving a pair of black vans.

âThese are a gift from us to you,â Niall informed me, âFor helping us bring down the plastics.â

âThanks,â I gasped.

âYeah, yeah,â Harry chuckled, âJust make sure you give me back the flannel that wasnât cheap.â

Nodding vigorously, I bent over and slipped on the new shoes.

âNot too shabby,â Harry said, clapping slowly as I straightened up.

âThanks,â I mumbled, âNow letâs just hope I donât have like P.E. and have to change.â

âOh no, much worse,â Niall sighed.

âWhat could possibly be worse than P.E.?â I asked.

Turning to look at each other Harry and Niall shared a smirk before turning back to me and answering in unison, âSex Ed.â

-

âDo not have sex, you will get pregnant and die.â

Glancing up at the burly teacher who was rambling on in front of the class I scribbled down his words, underlining it after.

âDo not have sex in the missionary possession, do not have sex standing up,â he continued.

Suddenly Harry who was sitting next to me on my right raised his hand, âCoach Carr?â

âYes, Harry?â Coach Carr sighed.

âWhat about doggy style?â Harry asked innocently, earning an eruption of laughter from the rest of the class.

âSettle!â Coach Carr, cried sounding exasperated.

âYou have to admit it is a valid question sir,â Niall noted.

Pinching the bridge of his nose coach Carr sighed, âJustâ€Â¦. don’t do it, promise?”

“Nope,” Harry replied popping the P.

Looking to be on the verge of hysterical tears Coach Carr held up a box, “Everybody come take a rubber.”

Smirking Harry rose to his feet and was the first to dip his hand into the large box, however instead of pulling out like any normal person he pulled out a fistful.

“Better safe than sorry,” he chuckled, cramming them into his pockets.

-

The rest of the day passed in an uneventful blur until the bell rang for lunch.

“Good luck,” Niall mumbled.

“Do us proud,” Harry whispered clapping me on the back.

Taking a deep breath, I clutched the brown paper back containing my lunch tightly in my fist as I wove my way though the bustling cafeteria towards the plastic’s table. I was almost there, just a few feet away, when a petite girl wearing a dress so short I saw more of the female body then I had in any rated R movie.

“Um, hi,” I mumbled.

“Hey,” she greeted, flashing her perfectly straight, dazzlingly white teeth.

“I’m Carly, you’re new here right?”

“Uh, yeah,” I replied.

“Well then I just have a few questions to ask you,” she said, blinking so rapidly I wanted to just hold her head still and blow in her eye until whatever was lodged in there came out.

“Uh, okay,” I mumbled.

“Super!” she gushed, “First off, have you ever eaten a taco?”

“Uh, what?” I asked.

“Have you eaten a taco?” she said with a smirk.

“Yeah, lots of times,” I mumbled.

“Great!” she laughed, “Have you ever buttered a biscuit?”

“What does this have to do with anything?” I sighed.

“Carly what are you doing?” a voice demanded behind me.

Startled I whirled around to find Michael glowering down at the petite girl in front of me.

“Is this biatch bugging you?” he sighed, turning to me.

“Uh, I don’t know.” I mumbled.

Sighing, he placed a hand on my shoulder, “Do you want to have sex with her?”

“What, no!” I cried quickly, “Not that you aren’t lovely or anything, which you are… I just… we’re barely acquainted.”

“Dude she’s a slut,” Michael laughed, “She’s just trying to get in your pants.”

“Oh,” I said quietly.

“Kicked me out after a one night stand last week,” Calum muttered.

“She tried to get Mikey and I to have a threesome with her,” Luke mumbled.

“Plus,” Michael hissed as he steered me away, “I’m like eighty-seven percent sure she has an STD.”

Wincing I let him push me over to the chair where I had sat yesterday before he and the others sat across from me.

“Dude, if you can see both pairs of cheeks on a girl, stay away,” Calum sad, taking a sip of water.

“Is that like a rule?” I asked.

“Yeah,” Luke replied, “We have lots of rules, “Like you can’t wear a tank top two days in a row, then you look like a douche.”

“You can’t sag your pants,” Calum added, “And you can only wear a beanie once a week…. Oh, and we only wear shorts or track pants on Fridays…. And if you break any of these rules, you can’t sit with us at lunch.”

“But it’s not just you, any of us,” Luke cut in, “Like if I was wearing shorts today, I’d be over with the Jv jocks.”

“Oh and you always have to ask the rest of the group before asking someone to each lunch with us,” Calum said, as Michael poked at his salad, “Like you wouldn’t get a haircut before asking your friends first right?”

“Uh… right?” I said slowly, never having asked anyone about my hair before letting my Mom chop it off with a pair of children’s scissors in the kitchen.

“Right,” he said, smiling at me before taking a bite of his sandwich.

“Hey Michael, aren’t you hungry?” Luke asked, looking across the table at the untouched salad.

“There are a shit ton of calories in this dressing,” Michael retorted.

“Since when do you care?” Luke laughed.

“Since I decided I didn’t want to be a fat ass like you,” Michael snapped.

“Sorry,” Luke mumbled.

“Whatever,” Michael huffed, “Are we still on for after school.”

“Yeah,” Calum replied quickly.

Nodding Michael looked up at me, “We’re going to the mall after school, are you in?”

Looking over at Calum, I watched as he nodded his head ever so slightly.

“Uh, sure,” I replied smiling, “I’d love to.”