sorry for typos. didn't edit. wrote this in two days.

Clary giggled in her car, whispering dirty song lyrics to herself and humming. Although she was probably fucking wasted, she drove like a pro. Years of practice, let me tell you. I looked back at her, trying to not be concerned, but I couldn't help feeling like she should've gotten someone else to take her home.

"Later, Clary," I waved at her, climbing out of the jeep with her soft giggles in the background. Barefoot, I walked towards the side of my house, planning on climbing up the fire escape.

I sighed deeply, looking up at the window I'm supposed to go through on the second floor. My house had to have high roofs for no apparent reason. In this case, unfortunately, I had to prepare so I don't end up breaking bones on my journey.

Huffing (clearly irritated), I tied the laces of my wedges, and hung them on my neck to allow the freedom of both hands. I jumped quickly, grasping the metal latter and gasping at the upper body strength I had to have for this kind of stuff.

Once I was on the small platform, I opened the window with great caution. I slipped into it, revealing my dark bedroom the exact way I had left it. Clothes tossed lazily outside the hamper that was knocked over and books everywhere. Inhaling deeply, I closed the window and began to remove my clothes.

The little moonlight that slipped through my window was my only guide where to step. I knew once I climbed into my bed, another successful Friday night was made.

+

On Saturday's my mom does the food shopping, and I unfortunately am dragged to run errands for her on one side, and she covers the other. I sighed deeply in annoyance. Every Saturday was the same, but what am I supposed to do? My mother is a freak show on two feet.

I looked down at the list of items I'm supposed to get near the isle of freezers. Plain chocolate ice cream for my very cold-hearted mother, Popsicle for my quiet little brother who was the perfect child born destined to fulfill God's good will, and pineapple ice cream toppings for my p*ssy of a father.

The list wasn't even that short, either. There were other things I had to get, which none were my desire. I didn't like plain chocolate ice cream. I wasn't even allowed to eat half of these things without being called out on my weight. If I may say so, I'm pretty thin as it is.

Chuckles and giggles to my left. A familiar squeal of laughter. Deep voice I profoundly wanted to forget. And shit, I turned and saw Clary with the three tatted guys my mom would faint to see about seven feet from me.

My eyes widened, I was so unlucky. For a very religious family, God didn't really do well for us. I turned back, praying Clary didn't recognize the ugly flats I wear or my brown hair. I'm sure there are a lot of girls with brown hair.

Not many with those hideous baige flats, though, my conscience laughed at me bitterly.

You're a bitch, I shot back, rolling my eyes particularly at no one but the various boxes of frozen treats in front of me.

I begged in my head for her not to notice me, but obviously she did. "Serenity!?"

No. I decided not to turn around and face those criminals, and face my best friend who loves the thrill of hanging out with the guys I just warned her about. No one ever listens to me, but apparently when half of my ass is hanging out they certainly do.

"Hey," she said a lot softer than before, now that she was reaching for my shoulder. Her dark hair was pulled back into a messy pony tail, big eyes shining bright with amusement.

A sour smile made its way to my face. I scanned her outfit, which consisted of mostly black. Black tight jeans, black Fall Out Boy tee shirt, and black little shoes with neon green laces.

"Hi," I laughed nervously.

She smirked. "Nice outfit."

I glanced at my baige flats with the nasty white bow on them, the light blue long skirt I was wearing, and the grey sweater I was wearing. The skirt wasn't even those stylish types. It was just long and heavy and I wanted to die because it was fifty degrees outside and very humid; one of the cooler days to the start of summer.

"Thanks," I shot sarcastically, sighing heavily.

And then just to my thoughtful luck, the three guys approached us with stolid expressions on their faces. The two twins were deliciously gorgeous, but don't get me wrong, so is Harry.

The dark-haried one only scanned me from head to toe, snickering to himself before I watched him put away a cigerette he was just playing with in his hands.

"We're going bowling," she said nonchalantly after embarrassing me, "you should come with."

I looked back down the hall of freezers at particularly nothing, just looking to see if my mother was watching or hearing our conversation. I turned back around to shake my head. "I wish I could."

She frowned lightly. "Sucks...Anyway, Serenity, this is Zayn," she pointed to the one twin with darker hair and hazel eyes. He was absolutely gorgeous, and even that was an understatement. "And this is Wayne." They both seemed to just raise their chins at me, carelessly going back into a conversation with their arms crossed over their chest stubbornly.

"And this is Harry," she said finally, a bright smile on her lips like she was teasing me about something she had no clue on. I don't think she knows I'm familiar with Harry to the point where we were making out behind a fense at the warehouse neon lights party.

He smirked. His heart-shaped, plump lips turned into that mischievous curve that made my insides boil. Maybe he's making fun of me or mentally undressing me. The second one sounds better to me. I hate being taunted, and when it does happen I'm usually left with a lecture on how you can't hit people physically.

I pressed my lips into a thin line, knowing that Clary was observing our interaction. "Nice to meet you, Harry."

The glint of amusement in his eyes was enough to tell me he understood what I was trying to do, and he doesn't like it. "What? We don't know each other now? Is that it?"

I grunted, rolling my eyes as Clary eyed us suspiciously. "Wait...you guys know each other?"

Before I could deny anything, Harry spoke up in his raspy, husky voice that would make anything wet. "Of course we do!" He exclaimed, too teasingly. "We met at Natalie's party."

Clary raised her eyebrows at me. "Oh really?"

"Yeah," I replied reluctantly. There's no point in denying it now. Clary just shrugged her shoulders, smirking lightly and turning away to Wayne and Zayn who were now walking towards the frozen pizzas. I looked back up at Harry, finding his obnoxious smirk and pale green eyes taunting me even more.

"I didn't know you dressed so...casually," he chuckled, shaking his head and eyeing me up and down quickly.

I felt bitterness towards him. He was taunting me. "I didn't know you were an asshole so...casually."

"Agreeable," he shrugged, like he didn't care that I was insulting him. "But really, you should come out with us." He leaned up against the freezer door I was just going to open, making me sigh heavily.

"I was told to stay away from you and your friends. I'm a goodie-goodie, remember?" I spat, rolling my eyes. "Can you please go away?"

"Ouch," he hissed. "You're breaking my heart, baby."

"Don't you have some other girl that looks like a nun to bother?" I asked, basically taunting myself. I'm such a hypocrite and an idiot.

Harry just smirked again, keeping his eyes locked with mine as I stared up at him. "You can't just make out with me and then pretend like you don't like me. You enjoyed me very much the other night."

"That was just some stupid night." I muttered.

"Oh, so you're like one of those quiet, innocent girls by day...sexy, mean, and stylish freak by night?" Harry crossed his arms over his chest. I noticed his attire. Black tee shirt, denim jeans, and a pair of brown, worn boots.

I laughed bitterly. "You got most of it."

"What I miss, darling?"

"I'm mean both day and night." I gave him a bittersweet smirk, turning around and guessing I'll have to come back for the ice cream. Just as I was half-expecting, a hand grabbed my elbow, hastily turning me around to look back into those eyes.

"I can change that." Harry shrugged. Like it was an easy challenge.

I shrugged too, mimicking the stupid smirk on his face. "Good luck with that. I wouldn't waste my time, really."

"A girl dressed like that...I'm not wasting my time." He laughed, and I bit back the urge to smack the taunting curve of his lips. "The look on your face...you want to slap me."

"I think anyone who's met you does." I shot back, shaking my head and snapping his grip from me.

"If you just let me lift that long ass skirt up you'll be nicer to me." His index finger ran down my collarbone before I scrunched up my nose at the thought, though the tingling against my skin said different. He was attractive, no lie. Really attractive. But his vibe leaves little space for me to breathe, and it irritates me.

I huffed, slapping his hand off of my body. "Let's cut to the chase. Go with your friends, Harry. And let me be. You can get other girls, I'm sure you have."

"Yeah, but none of them make a skirt like that look good," he winked, and I resisted the urge to turn bright red because the compliment sounded actually genuine from him. "I may be an annoying fucker, but do Clary a favor and join us so she's not stuck with me and the guys."

I stared behind him, and I glanced up at the ceiling of the supermarket in annoyance, sighing heavily. "Only for Clary. This doesn't change anything between you and I. I don't like you."

He laughed. "You don't have to." His laugh and pearly white teeth were heaven. I can still taste the sensation of his lips on mine, and his rough, manly hands grasping my ass. Dear lord, let me not make anymore mistakes with this guy right before me.

"Tell Clary to pick me up in twenty," I told him, and he grinned widely before turning around and leaving me at peace. He's quite persuassive.

And I totally forgot about the ice cream.

+

You can't imagine the lecture I got when I got home about being forgetful and irresponsible. I was sent right up to my room, and I locked the door immediately rushing to escape the long fabric of this hideous skirt. If you thought your parents were horrid...Christ, meet mine for a change.

I threw on a pair of skinny jeans and a loose grey tee with a rose logo on it. Whatever that meant I don't know, I found it at the back of my closet. I scurried behind my dresser, pulling out the makeup I had bought with saved up lunch money. The thin box I placed between the dresser and wall was full of my secrets.

My feet were shoved into regular black sneakers, my hair down messily with mascara on, and eyeliner wings on my top eyelids. Thank God for my huge brain and the way I cunningly escape every conflict involving friends and my parents. I had this entire secret life.

In my back pocket, my phone began to ring when I escaped the bedroom and onto the fire escape once more for my dear life. I hung with as much strength as I could and jumped down onto the soft, green grass beneath me.

I huffed, seeing the jeep that belonged to Clary parked across the street. Three clear faces were watching me with the usual expression I'd get from people walking by when I'd do this. No one bothered to approach me. I was probably another troubled teenage girl waiting for pregnancy to hit.

Clary laughed at Wayne's facial expression. "She does this everyday, fellas."

"Really?" He asked in a high=pitched tone. His was nowhere near as deep as Harry's, but it was regular for a guy like him. His light brown hair and bright blue eyes. It suited him somehow. I wouldn't be able to look at him and associate a deep voice with his face.

"Yes, jackass," Harry rolled his eyes, plainly obvious fact Wayne's not much of a brilliant guy."

I climbed beside Zayn, who only shook his head at me when I turned at him. "You're hot." His voice was soft and but deeper than Wayne's casual rasp in there. His hazel eyes and full lashes were so pretty. I was jealous.

"Thanks," I nodded, and Clary giggled.

"She doesn't want you Zayn. Don't bark at that tree." She began to drive, and I stared through the window at my house as it became smaller and smaller. I hope I know what I'm doing.

I zoomed into the conversation again when Zayn replied. "I won't. Harry's already pissed all over it."

Harry's hand came in contact with Zayn's head shockingly fast as Wayne aired out a loud laugh at the front passanger seat. Zayn rubbed his head, a frown on his lips as Harry smugly congratulated himself for the hit, which obviously hurt because we all heard it like bullets.

"That'll teach you to be quiet," Harry muttered.

"Are you always this abusive?" I asked, leaning over to look at Harry who was at the other side of Zayn. All of us were squeaked in the back.

"Does it surprise you?" He raised his hands, eyes locked with mine and a sarcastic anger in his tone.

"You're the one who pissed on my tree."

Wayne chuckled, earning a shoulder punch from Harry. "Dumbasses." Clary turned up the volume on the radio, and I was left arguing with Harry throughout the entire ride, Zayn laughing at occasional things I said, and being slapped over and over again by Harry.

"Okay!" Clary sighed. "We're here....now get out."

We all hopped out of her jeep, I being the first to run to the bowling alley with a skipping Clary behind me. For a very punk-ish kind of girl, she dealt with her own "typical girl" issues. The world "girly" isn't in my dictionary for many reasons. I hate it. I genuinely hate that word. It annoys the hell out of me.

"I still don't understand why the pins are shaped that way," Zayn was talking with his twin brother, who showed little interest but still replied.

"Maybe they're replicas of d*cks," he shrugged carelessly. The lady behind the counter glared at him with a glint of fury in her beady black eyes. I stifled a laugh and linked arms with Clary while we sorted out the shoe deal.

I licked my bottom lip before tying the last knot on the red bowling shoe. Zayn, Harry, and Wayne were already setting up the game, which of course came with childish arguments on who'd come out first.

"Do they even go to school or..?"

"They're all supposed to be going to college," she shrugged, "but all their parents are mighty rich. That's all everyone talks about. Rich kids with spoiled futures. They don't need college."

I scowled. "Lucky bastards. I'll be lucky if my parents let me go to college...far away from this hellhole."

Clary looked up from her sneakers, smirking. "I'm sure when you turn eighteen they can't boss you around, Serenity. In two months you'll be free."

"I hope," I muttered, "they'll keep track of my every move. I doubt they'll let me go out without questioning."

"But you're almostbeighteen. What's it matter? You've sucked more lollipops than your mother...and not the sweets." She threw her head back laughing at me when I frowned and walked towards the guys. She knows for a fact I've only been with two guys before.

A loud screech left my lips as I hit a strike, pumping my hand into the air and turning around with a wide grin on my face. The look on poor Zayn's face was enough to be the pride and joy of my life.

"There's now way you've made three in a row. You cheater," he spat, pointing his index finger on me.

"Don't hate, Zayn. It's not pretty," I pouted my lips at him, reaching for his cheek but he furiously moved out of my reach. I sent him a grin before sitting myself back down between Wayne and Harry while Clary went up for her turn.

The amount of concentration she uses never fails to amaze me. Clary has a habit of wanting to be a winner more than a loser, which only leads her to be the sour bitch she is when competing for absolutely nothing.

Harry sat back lazily. "That's luck. Don't be so happy."

I turned my head to meet eyes with his, a sarcastically humorous smile on my lips. "Really? Are you mad?"

"Of course not, baby. I'd never be mad at you," he rolled his eyes at me, shaking his head. "Thank God you changed out of that stupid skirt. It was making me hot."

The bitter sweetness of my voice could freeze him to death. "I'd keep it on just to avoid pleasing you."

He scoffed. "You're a hell of a character, let me tell you, Serenity. Bipolar as hell, too."

"And you're perfect, Harry Potter?" I foolishly arched an eyebrow on my forehead.

Harry grasped each of his hands in his lap, pursing his lips. There still was something mischievous about it all. "I didn't think you were so childish to pull a Potter joke on me."

"There's lots you don't know about me."

We both avoided eye sight with each other, but once he turned his head to look at me I was determined to keep my line of vision ahead of me towards Clary. "I know enough. You're predictable and transparent."

"And you're just an ass."

He shrugged. "I've been called worst." A small curve crossed his heart-shaped lips as I turned ot finally look at him with a stolid expression. His eyes intensively stared into mine like he was trying to read inside of me. "You're horrible."

"And you're not?"

"It's a little ironic, really," he laughed quietly, "you're as bad as me and you don't want to admit it."

I huffed. "I don't have criminal records."

"Besides the point that was a complete misunderstanding," he started, "you've got to admit we're equally horrid. How many alter-egos do you have, anyway?"

Before I could answer with some other sarcastic remark, he stood up for his turn and in the middle got a strike. I bit down on my jaw, displeased with his score as I figured out how I'll manage my temper around a guy like him.

I stood after Wayne, playing a few more horrible plays with Harry mocking me from behind and Zayn taking happiness from my bad luck. Maybe bad skill. Whichever. I was enjoying myself by the way we were outside of a gas station, sipping on beer cans and crushing them with our feet as we walked.

The night was warm still. A soft breeze blew through the air as we all walked down a sidewalk to nowhere I knew. My can was still held between my hands as I walked, giggling softly at Wayne's conversation with Clary. He managed to get kicked in the shin by a stubborn little kid at the bowling alley.

"So you're a drinker, too?" Harry teased, shaking his head at me as we both walked behind the grew. I wanted to jog up to them, but was stuck knowing he'll just eventually follow me. "Horrible," he whispered in my ear, letting his hot breath fan against my skin.

I pushed his face from the side of mine. "Your breath stinks like beer."

He raised his can, eyeing me like I was an idiot. I probably was. "No shit, darling. So does yours."

"Go away."

"You rather be alone without my company?" He pouted his lips, and if I didn't dislike him I'd probably admit it was really adorable. His green eyes locked onto mine as he held onto the little attention I'd give him afterwards.

I laughed, throwing my head back. I didn't reply this time, continuing to walk with him few steps already in sync with me. I rolled my eyes. I knew he was trying to egg an argument out of me but that wasn't going to be very simple, unless he obviously continued to taunt me.

."Oh, I see...you're going to make me work for your attention?' His large palm slid against my hip, and I simply looked ahead while gulping down the last of my beer. The last thing I want is to continue our foolish, pointless arguments

A bitter pressure pressed against my chest as I pulled out my phone, glancing at the time. It read 11:10.

Shit.