Harry, Edward and Marcel

Chapter 3

CHAPTER 3

Edward Marcel Styles P.O.V

I strut into school with a newly formed black eye and busted lip like a cowboy that ruled the town. Every hall I walked down people looked away and scrambled to the sides. I was supposedly the school 'bad boy' but only because of the rumours and the way I looked. I have wavy hair which I died black although my natural colour which is brown was starting to show at the roots as my hair got longer. I have snakebite piercings, both my ears pierced with small black earrings and I also have a piecing in my left eyebrow.
I also have tattoos, a lot of them at that but mostly on my left side. I have like a chest plate that travels down to my wrist. My hole right side bare. There are many different designs not just one huge tattoo and everyone has a meaning. For example I have a birdcage on my left shoulder which represents how I feel trapped and I desperately what to be set free.
And as far as the rumours go I will give you some examples. It was rumoured I beat people up before and after school and by walking in the way I am, would probably not help stop them. I also heard that people think I smoke, do drugs, go to jail every other day and I only date girls so I can steal their virginity then dump them.
But I can tell you most of that's not true. I don't smoke or do drugs because what's the point in destroying your own body? Your body is your temple and if you smoke or do drugs it is destined to crumble.
I have never started a fight, ever. Your probably wondering 'if you don't fight why are you beaten?' the answer to that is because of Dan my foster father. He beats the shit out of me nearly every day and when I try to fight back.... let's just say I've blacked out more than once in the time I've been forced to live with him.
Okay moving on... The jail rumour. It is true. I do small graffiti on public and private property so I don't have to come home. It's only small so it's not big enough for a fine and it is easily scrubbed off if that's my punishment. I do think some stuff through you know.
And the last rumour is defiantly, 100% false. I don't even know how it started.
The closest I've been to stealing someone's virginity was when I went out with Ashley a couple times. Nothing really happened. A kiss here and there maybe but no funny business. That's it. Not even close to 'virginity stealing.' And to be perfectly honest with you, I'm still a virgin which means I've never ever had sex before. Not once.

I reached my locker and after slamming my bag into it I stalked into math class with Mrs. Dolan. I absolutely hated math especially since high school senior math is useless and boring. How will I need Pythagoras theorem and algebra in real life? At least it was all easy, I pretty much got straight 'A's in this class despite what my classmates think.
I was about 20 minutes late to class when I finally arrived but no one cared. The teachers are all scared of me so they would rather me not show up at all. I pushed my way through the rows of desks until I found my usual spot at the back corner. I made no effect to be quiet as I pulled out my textbook and found the page we were on.
'Volume and Diameter'

Yay!! Like this wasn't boring enough the first thousand time we learnt about it. I tried to listen for the next few minutes but ended up thinking about Mrs. Dolan's personal life.
Some things I think of I think should stay in my head because you really don't want to know what happens inside my mind. I got bored after about 5 minutes so I whipped out my phone and started to search stuff on YouTube. I put in my headphones and searched up 'Good Music.' When the first song started-Like a drum by Guy Sebastian- I closed my eyes, placed my converse covered feet on the desk, arms behind my head and slowly swung back and forth on the back legs of my chair.
I don't know how I started this habit but I like it and the teachers don't seem to care enough to tell me off. The song finished and another one started:

'Oh I just wanna take you anywhere that you like.
We can go out any day any night. Baby I'll take you there, take you there, there.
Oh Baby tell me, tell me, tell me how to turn your love on.'