Two months before

"What in Gods name is this?" My father yelled angrily, forcing me to jump up suddenly out of my deep slumber. Squinting my eyes, I blinked away my tiredness, looking down to see I was half naked. Red solo cups, bras, and other inappropriate items were scattered across the trashed room.

My heart sped up quickly, my foggy eyes slowly making their way up from my fathers slacks to his pitch black eyes, staring down at me in anger.

"I uh-"

"I go away for two short weeks, and come back to this?! Fucking hell, Harold, can you do anything right?"

Ignoring the sudden pang of hurt in my chest, I gulped, placing my face in my hands. Last night had gotten too out of control, I must've fallen asleep before he could come home.

"This better be cleaned up by the time I get home to get ready for my business meeting tonight, if not, you can get the fuck out of my house," he spat harshly, his sharklike eyes piercing into my soul.

I just nodded, wondering how the hell I managed to forget he was coming home today.

"I'm sorry dad, I didn't-"  -- smack.

I hissed in pain at the sudden harsh contact, the throbbing of my cheek ringing in my ears. As my hand flew up to my burning cheek, I looked up at him in absolute terror.

He showed no remorse. "You are a reflection of me, Harold, your actions have consequences. I turned a blind eye to your ways," he scoffed, grabbing his briefcase, "but throwing some party and trashing my home and giving my name a bad image, disgusting."

And with that, he gave me one last disappointed look before storming out of the house.

I got up suddenly, bending down to pick a single cup up, before throwing it as hard as I could against the wall.

--

"Your dads a dick, bro," Niall, my 'best friend', chuckled, taking a bite out of his salmon.

The wind pricked harshly at my skin, my jaw clenching at the thought of my father. I had always done something to piss him off.

"Yeah, all teenagers party, doesn't he know that?" Liam asked, furrowing his bushy eyebrows.

I shrugged. "He expects more from me."

We sat quietly at lunch together, my eyes glued to Niall's girlfriend, Emma, who was wrapped around his arm tightly. Or should I say, my ex girlfriend.

I scoffed at the thought of how fucked up this situation was. My best mate had stolen my girl, but the rest of the group paid no mind, even after I had bashed his face in.

As my mind trailed to five months ago when I had found out about their forbidden love affair, the sound of her giggling made my blood boil.

I zoned out completely, feeling my face burn in heat. All I could hear was Emma and Niall talk, the sweet voice I had once adored, making my blood grow cold.

After hearing one final I love you more from Niall, I had decided enough was enough, and slammed my tray down, getting up from the table and storming off.

I heard the group shout my name, but I had chosen to ignore it. Just like I ignored Emma and Niall's relationship this whole entire time. But today, I've been on edge.

"Fucking twats," I muttered, digging into my pockets to find my lighter.

I was behind the school, thankfully away from everybody. I needed my space, just like I needed my special little herb.

As I had retrieved the tiny red lighter, I nearly jumped out of my skin at the sound of somebody's voice come from nowhere.

"Smoking is prohibited on school property," a voice called out. I narrowed my eyes in absolute annoyance.

"Oh go suck a co-" I started, but stopped my sentence completely when the voice came to view.

Adelaide.

I was face to face with the one and only Adelaide Archibald, five foot five, dressed in her simple school girl uniform, her diamond earrings glimmering in the sunlight.

"Oh Styles, nice to see you," she spoke slowly, walking closer to me with a friendly look.

Before I could say anything, she spoke again. "How's Emma?" She asked, making my heart drop. "Oh wait, maybe I should go ask Niall that instead," she laughed, her plump red lips turning into an innocent smile.

I glared, no comeback coming to mind whatsoever. There was nothing wrong with her. She had come from a perfect, wealthy family, and was bathing in popularity and a high social status. Was she a conniving, rude little bitch? Yes. But was she also an A plus average, honors student? Yes.

And I hate to admit it, but I could never seem to find one flaw on her stupid face.

Adelaide took my silence as a white flag, and smirked in defeat. "I'm only joking, you know I hate Emma," she laughed, flicking a piece of silky brown hair off her shoulder.

I chuckled, shaking my head. Adelaide and Emma were almost rivals, except Emma was too scared of Adelaide to retaliate much.

I had decided to change the topic, trying to stay away from that cheating bitch. "Your mother is having a Christmas party this weekend, isn't she?"

Adelaide nodded, crossing her arms over her chest. "You're only invited if you wear that Brioni suit that I love so much." She smiled at me.

"Ah yes, the one you tried to take off last summer," I reminded her with a playful wink. She scoffed.

"I was drunk." She rolled her eyes.

I just chuckled, "Lunch tomorrow with Liam?" I offered. We were never best friends, but there was a time period where her, Liam, Niall, Emma, and I would party almost every night.

Adelaide stepped closer to me, surprising me by patting my back. "I've got scheming to do, angel face, maybe dinner."

Before I could reply, she stepped back, beginning to leave. "And for the record, I don't know why Emma chose Niall," she furrowed her eyebrows, "You're way hotter."

And just like that, she walked away, her red bottoms clicking against the cement faintly.

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hahahahaha well there's Adelaide !! From the prologue btw the girl on the phone lol

Don't you just love her ? I know I do :)

There'll be way more drama to come!! Just wait;)

Kisses,

M