Teenage Dirtbag (A Harry Styles FanFic)

Chapter 1

Here's the first chapter for this new fan fic! So now, I'll be updating and working on 2 fan fics! I hope you like this story!

Elena on the side!

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Elena’s POV:

“Melody, you’re hopeless,” I roll my eyes, closing my locker.

“But he’s just so hot!” my best friend exclaims, fanning herself dramatically. 

The two of us walk down the hallway together to our next class. “He’s just a guy, Mel,” I tell her.

“Yeah, a very HOT guy,” Melody argues.

As the two of us approached our class, I suddenly stopped walking. “Shit, I forgot my chemistry text book. I’ll just go get it.”

“Kay, see you in class,” Melody says, walking ahead as I turn around and walk back to my class.

My name is Elena Carter, I’m seventeen years old, and am in Year 12 here in Holmes Chapel. It’s a small village, but really cozy, and I love it here. I live with my parents and older brother Tyler, and I pretty much tolerate my family. My mum is a doctor and dad is a professor in a nearby college, so we’re pretty well off. I’m a straight A student and never had a blemish in my record. It’s weird to say, but I’m the most popular girl in school. I’m not like those stereotypical bimbo blondes who run the school. I have blue eyes and long, light brown hair and am fairly skinny. I also have a nose piercing that I love. I don’t wear slutty clothes, and settle for jeans and a normal T-shirt with occasionally shorts.

Getting to my locker, I open it and grab my chemistry text book. As I walk down the hall, the late bell rings and I mentally curse. I walk into the classroom as fast as I can, until my teacher, Mr. Dooley, a short, plump man with a thick mustache looks at me. “And why are you late, Ms. Carter?” He asks, quirking an eyebrow.

“I forgot my textbook in my locker, sir,” I explain. “I went to go get it.”

Mr. Dooley makes a clicking sound with his tongue. “Detention. Today after school for an hour.”

My eyes widen and jaw drops, and I can notice everyone else like that as well, seeing as I’ve never had detention in my life. “You’ve got to be kidding me!” I exclaim.

“Do I look like I’m kidding, Ms. Carter?” Mr. Dooley asks.

            “Fucking hell,” I mutter under my breath.

            “Excuse me?” Mr. Dooley looks at me.

            I just huff and sit down at my desk next to Melody. I’ve never had detention in my life, so this is unbelievable. “Damn, girl,” Melody says quietly.

            “I know,” I grumble.