chapter 5

Sign Of The Time- Harry Styles

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Edited by MerakiMeg

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The following day, I was woken up by my blaring alarm. Groggily, I slammed my hand on my alarm clock. I planted my head back on my pillow, delaying the inevitable on getting up. I just hated mornings, I had never been a morning person, ever. In fact, I'm the complete opposite. On mornings, I'm cranky. I'm not the person you want to be around. Even my two best friends have told me multiple times that I'm a pain.

With a defeated sigh, I get up. I got Goosebumps when my skin got exposed to the piercing cold. Another thing I hate is the cold; I can never cope with it.

After going to the bathroom and doing the basic things, I walk over to my walk-in wardrobe. Courtesy of my loving parents. Tonight I have cheer practice so it means I have to wear my uniform. Great, this means all of the guys are going to be staring at me again.

Sighing, I put on the outfit, the blue and white colors making it look somewhat better.

Finally finishing with getting changed, I make my way to my dressing table. Many photo frames are scattered on it, featuring me and my friends and family. I love taking photos, capturing memories. Hence, I have them all around my room. It made sure I would never forget anything precious.

Smiling at the photo of me, Ren and Cora at the beach a year ago, I tie my hair up. It was a great day for us; we had messed around, gone swimming and a few guys asked for our numbers. I was flattered, I had never had so many guys ask for my number in one day. Let alone super hot guys.

I glanced at the clock and saw I had twenty minutes until lessons so, with a quick dash to my bag, I raced down the stairs. By the looks of things, I don't have time for breakfast today, due to my extra amount of sleep. It took around ten minutes to drive to school, adding on five minutes to talk to Ren and Cora plus the time to get to lessons and my locker.

"Morning mom and dad," I greeted as I entered the kitchen, taking a spare apple.

"Morning sweetie, did you press the snooze button again?" Mom asked, a warm smile on her face. Sometimes I wondered how my mom could be so happy and joyful in the morning. We were the complete opposite.

"Yup." I answered, popping the 'p'. "And now I need to go otherwise I'll be late."

"Okay honey, bye." Mom waved.

"Bye Anna." Dad also waved.

With a wave, I walk to the front door, munching on my apple. Just as I opened the door, I hear mom shout something. "Find a boyfriend honey! I want to be a grandmother." My cheeks heated up as I saw some people close to my house give me a funny look. Mom had shouted that loud enough for them to hear. Great. Love you too.

I faintly heard dad scold mom, which brought a small smile to my face. My mom really was crazy.

I hopped into the car and drove to school. My mind wondered to Xavier, the notorious bad boy who all of a sudden had taken an interest in me. I prayed he had forgotten all about me and that he would find another girl to torment. However, a very small part of me hated that thought. I wanted him to annoy me, to only pay attention to me. I wanted him to-

"Don't even go there," I growl. I have to distract myself - Xavier's starting to get to my head. He's making me feel conflicted about all of this. I hate him yet I feel attracted to him.

The radio was playing Sign Of The Times by Harry Styles. Usually, I didn't care about any of One Direction but since they split and gone off to do their own music, I started listening to each of them. It's such a good song that I can't help but like.

"Just stop your crying

It's a sign of the times

We gotta get away from here

We gotta get away from here

Stop your crying

Baby, it will be alright

They told me that the end is near

We gotta get away from hereWe never learn, we been here before

Why are we always stuck and running from

The bullets?

The bullets

We never learn, we been here before

Why are we always stuck and running from

The bullets?

The bullets

We don't talk enough

We should open up

Before it's all too much

Will we ever learn?

We've been here before

It's just what we know

Stop your crying, baby

It's a sign of the times

We gotta get away

We got to get away

We got to get away

We got to get away

We got to get away

We got to, we got to (away)

We got to, we got to (away)

We got to, we got to (away)."

Pulling up to school, the song finished. I hoped nobody heard my awful singing as I drove here.

The parking lot was packed, as usual, students were walking into school or were smoking. In summer, people would be hanging around their cars, chatting away. Unfortunately, it was too cold to do that now.

I entered the school, ignoring the lustful stares from the guys. Some were even bold enough to ask for my number, something which I politely declined. I never understood why boys saw me as interesting, I'm nothing special, just a normal girl who happened be a cheerleader.

I spot Ren first, who was blabbing to Cora about Sean, the guy she went after yesterday. I stifled a laugh as I saw Cora's annoyed face. She really looked beyond bored.

Cora's eyes moved around the halls, looking for me. When she spotted me, her eyes gave a pleading 'save me' look. I knew if I don't interrupt Ren, Cora would get some sort of revenge.

With a small smile, I make my way over to them. Ren was just finishing her encounter when I get to them.

"Hey, guys. How's it going?"

"Awful. Sean rejected me. He freaking rejected me. One of the biggest man-whores wouldn't even do it with me!" Ren complained, throwing her hands up in the air.

Cora tried to hide her smirk at that which in turn, made it hard for me not to laugh. "Maybe it's a sign that you weren't destined for a boyfriend. Maybe you're supposed to be alone forever."

Ren smacked Cora's arm at that, a scowl on her face. Ren was desperate to have a boyfriend; was desperate to lose her v-card. Out of us, Ren was the most likely to get a boyfriend first, seeing as she's the only one desperate for a relationship.

"I refuse to be alone forever," Ren stated.

"Maybe you'll end up being a forty-year-old with twenty cats." I tease, fist bumping Cora's fist as we both give Ren a grin. Ren narrowed her eyes at us, huffing.

"Why are you guys always teasing me?" She whined. "I'm the nicest one out of all of us."

"Exactly, it makes it easier to tease you." Cora quickly replied.

It was how we work. True, I'm the sweetest outside of the friendship group, but when there are only us, Ren's the most mature one. That was why Cora and I loved to team up together and have a laugh with her. Ren knew they were only teasing; that we would never say or do anything to hurt her intentionally. Half the time, she played along just for the hell of it.

"So I'm presuming you have cheerleading practice tonight, correct?" Ren asked, changing the subject.

"Uh huh." I nod. "I really can't be bothered to go though. I just want to sleep." I add as I lean on Cora.

Ren shrugged her shoulders. "You wanted to become a cheerleader, it's your fault for choosing to do exercise."

"Hey!" Cora protested. "Exercise is great. You stay fit and healthy."

Cora was very sensitive when it came to sport. She loved it so much so she hates anybody who 'disses her passion' her words, not mine. Whenever Ren went off about how awful sport was, Cora would go ballistic. She said it was a misunderstood subject.

"No its not. It's a way for teachers to punish students and make them do even more work." Ren argued, crossing her arms.

I roll my eyes, not wanting to hear the same argument reiterated. They fought about it so many times I could tell what point they were going to use next. For example, Cora would respond with "maybe for you, but for all of my teachers that love me, it's a way of releasing stress."

"I'm going to class guys," I utter as they both glare at each other. Neither replied.

With a sigh, I walk away. I'm not intervening in this fight again.

My first lesson is History, which was okay. So far, I haven't seen Xavier either, meaning he has either forgotten about me (which I'm, hoping and not hoping, you see?) or he wasn't in school yet.

Just as the classroom was in sight, a male voice calls my name. I come to a halt as I recognize the voice.

Xavier.

"Hello princess. Thought you could avoid me huh?" He asked, a smirk on his gorgeous face as he raised an eyebrow.

"That was the plan," I respond as I turn around.

I notice how his grey eyes travel along my body. His eyes were lustful as he took all of me in which made me feel shy and uncomfortable. I have never felt so exposed before in the outfit. And then his expression changed, as he looked furious.

"What the hell are you wearing?" Xavier demanded as he took a step closer until we're centimetres apart.

"My cheerleading outfit. I have practice today." I answer, frowning at his behavior.

Xavier made a weird sound that resembled an animalistic noise. I let out a surprised squeak at that, scared. Xavier had never shown so much fury. He looked beyond pissed.

People around us were staring, especially the boys. Xavier gave a cold glare to each of them, looking plain cross.

"What's wrong?" I softly whisper, hoping that if I sound calm he would be a bit calmer.

"You want to know what's wrong?" Xavier asks, a bit harshly. I gulp at his tone, wary of him.

Slowly, I nod my head, unsure if I actually want to know what was wrong.

"You. In that outfit. It's too revealing, too much skin is revealed." He started, his grey eyes staring into my green ones. I really didn't like where he was going. He sounded possessive, which is something I hate. He wrapped his strong arms around me disregarding my protests. "It means everyone can see what's mine."

Word count: 1882

A/N: And that's a wrap on chapter 5. What did you think? Did you like it or did you find it boring?

A bit of Xavier at the end acting possessive. Like it or not? Want more of it?

I wanted to add a bit of music and immediately thought of Sign Of The Times. I love that song! Unfortunately, whenever I sing it I sound like a drowning cat. :(

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