Soooo..... New story!!!!! I'm really liking this, and I wrote it in one go -just finish actually-. This is just the prologue, and I hope you'll like it. I know, I know, I should be posting the last chapter of Waking up in Vegas, but I'm waiting to have the first two or three chapters of the sequel to post them all together. So, in the midtime, I post this!

I personally blame Karo, Allyson, Alex and Mike -you all know who you are- for infecting my poor little brain with Harry Judd's muse. I blame you and his sexyness. Oh, and I also blame you all for reviving my liking of Busted and Son of Dork. Thanks, guys. No, really. Thanks XD.

Thankfully, you'll like this little chapter. It's just the introduction to the story, with a kinky Harry. *insert evil laugh* Next chapter would be up some time around next week, or, if I happen to have a lot of inspiration (which means, if you know of a video Harry-esque I should watch, tell me where XD), it can be sooner than that. Who knows? I got back my Just my Luck DVD, and I'm going to watch it over and over. With my Twilight DVD too!

Oh, random thought, there's anybody else out there who thinks Danny Jones is like wine???? When he started in McFly he wasn´t really handsome, and now... he's a sexy beast! Just thinking XD.

Love!!!

XOXO

Odd.

Prologue

Lindsay sighed. She was late, again. One would think if you live in the school, been late to classes was a…. an oxymoron, or something like that. But no. Lindsay was cursed with a defective alarm clock and slippery shoes –yeap, another oxymoron meaning DANGER in her life-. If she condescend to run, that meant she was not only going to get caught by some teacher, but she was also going to fall to the floor amazingly.

And he was going to be there to mock her to the end of the century. Probably, even to help her trip.

He was an asshole like that.

He was always there in her worst.

… And… she was a witch, really. She should learn to stop brewing up spells, because he always appeared.

"Look who's here." Lindsay heard behind her, flinching.

Great.

"Leave me alone, Judd." She ordered, stopping when she saw him moving in front of her. It was going to always remain a mystery for her why all the teachers and her own classmates thought him to be a all-around nice and kind boy. Lindsay couldn´t see a nice or kind boy inside him no matter how hard she proverbially tried.

"Or what? Little fiery Bourne is going to use her claws?" He grinned devilishly.

Lindsay snorted, tempted to look at her fingernails. She hadn´t long fingernails, so she couldn´t stab him with them no matter how hard she wished she could. Lindsay was one of the few Uppinghamers that wasn´t at all a girly-coughsluttycough-girl. And Harry Judd found a perverse thrill to rub that on her face.

"No, she'll use your bat and break it in your head. Now, move out my way. I'm running late." She tried to reason with him. Of course, she should know by now that was impossible.

He moved right in front of her, impeding her way. "Late for what? Your date with Mr. Harrison?" Judd asked, glaring daggers at her. That was the new rumor about Lindsay Bourne. That she was digging the Arithmetic's teacher to get her high calcifications. And he hated them both for that.

Lindsay snorted again. "Come on, Juddy. Don´t project your desires on me, ok?"

Harry glared at her, tempted to full out hit her, punch her. But he didn´t. Instead, he took the opportunity she gave him when she tried to walk past him to shove her with all his might.

One too many times he had pondered the fact that he may be sick. Deranged. But the pleasure he got of seeing her tremble, fall, suffer because of him was even best than sex. Well… maybe not that much, but if he had to choose between this moment in the empty hallway and last night with Jessica Simms, his choice was obvious.

The only thing that annoyed him to no end was the fact she never let him see her cry. No. She was strong when she had to face him. She was talkative, insulting him and retorting every single one of his insults with even worst things.

Harry would have loved to see her cry.

But he had to resigned himself with her teary green eyes when his shoves were a little too hard.

Like there were now.

Lindsay fell on her knees, slipping to the floor because of her shoes and scattering all of her books around her. It hurt when her knees collided with the floor, but she bit her tongue hard not to cry. The salty, metallic taste of blood on her mouth gave her strange strength to stand up and face the sadistic boy.

"What's wrong with you?!" She snapped, hitting him on the chest. He only staggered a little against the opposite wall, but his grin was still in place. "I wish you'll disappear from my life, asshole."

Lindsay slapped him with all her force, feeling morbidly satisfied when his head hit the wall. And then she stormed off, leaving her books there.

She didn´t see him again that day, and she went straight to her boyfriend' room to try and get her mind off of him. Of course, it was a difficult task to do when the asshole lived next to her boyfriend.

She didn´t even finish knocking when she felt his stare on her ass. Really now! He was supposed to hate her, why the hell did he check her up, dammit?! She turned around to glare at him, and found him dripping sweat, with his white shirt completely wet sticking to his perfect chest and his cricket bat on one hand, while the other support his weight against the wall.

He had a sadistic grin on his lips, a look Lindsay had became use to by now. He only smiled to her like that, and only when he didn´t have any witness. She looked around to confirm her suspicions, and found the empty hallway.

Just great. This guy has a Batman complex.

"Are you looking for Brent?" Harry wondered, leaning toward her slightly. She glared.

"Why do you care?" She snapped. Lindsay felt something was wrong, but didn´t want to know exactly what. And she knew he was trying to rile her up for some morbid reason, and she was taking the bail.

"Because if you are, then I'm going to stay near to see your face."

"Please, Judd." She snorted. "Go have a shower, you stink."

He grinned. "Would you rubbed me clean like…?" Harry made a exaggerated reaction of surprise. "Oops?"

Lindsay, however, didn´t pay attention to his antics. "Do it yourself or found a new slut. What happened with Kelly?"

Harry shrugged. She was infuriating him. It wasn´t funny when she didn´t play the game! "I guess, seeing that you say so kindly, that I could go to the next room… She would be more than willing."

"Then go and leave me alone." She stated, crossing her arms and turning against him. For some strange reason, she didn´t feel like knocking again. Not with Harry near.

"I'm just saying this for your own good, Little Bourne. You should get the hell out of here now that you can save your face."

"Go away!" She snapped.

"Come on, babe. I even offer myself to help you. Brent was never of my liking…"

"Nor was I!"

"But you have a body to kill for under your ugly clothes."

"Leave me alone, Judd. Now. I'm getting tired of this."

And Lindsay wanted to cry.

Why?

She wasn´t sure.

But all his little treacherous words could only meant one thing. And if it was any other person involved, she would she laughed it off. But she had suspected it… And now whe need to know the truth.

She turned at him again, frowning, just to found him towering over her, with his right arm still holding his bat, and the other around her waist to hold his weight against the door. Lindsay glared at him, but wasn´t going to back off now. "Fine, you got me curious. What the hell is going on?" she snapped.

Harry grinned maliciously, and used his bat to knock again on the door, moving closer to her. Now was the time. She was bound to cry now. He knew she was. And he couldn´t stop grinning.

"Fuck, I'm coming!" Brent's voice sounded from inside the room. Lindsay tensed up a Harry knocked again. "I'm coming, dude!! What the fuck do you…?!" Brent stopped dead on his track when he found his girlfriend been hugged by Harry Judd. "What the fuck are you doing with my girl, asshole?!" He exclaimed furiously, stepping closer to them.

That was the worst thing he could have done, ever. Because with his body out of her sight, Lindsay could look inside. And what she saw was a disgusting sight. Kelly Lorne, head cheerleader, slut number one, current 'Harry Judd's belonging', was naked sitting on her boyfriend's bed.

She didn´t really think about it as her hand snaked slowly but surely toward Harry's right hand. He left her do what she wanted out of amusement and because he really couldn´t stand Brent Westly. Harry even moved his hand out of the way to leave her a better approach.

Lindsay grabbed Harry's bat. She was furious, and didn´t think twice before hitting Brent with it on the arm, aiming to do as much harm as she could. His yell of pain was enough to make her smirk in her mind.

She attempted to hit him again with the bat, ignoring the squealing of the little bitch, but this time, Harry grabbed it. Lindsay glared at him for the littlest second, and then turned to hit her now ex boyfriend again, this time with her hands. Harry enjoyed the show. It was a morbid show in where the hot girl flashed him with her purple thong. He wouldn´t have thought she was a thong girl... Sassy.

More and more people was coming to see what was going on with all the noise, and when Harry figured the troubles for him would be bigger if he didn´t stop her and just stare, he grabbed her by the waist, taking her to the hallway. Lindsay fought with all her mind, screaming every kind of cursing she could think of and in as many languages she could mustered.

But that wasn´t all.

No.

Once Harry leaved her on the floor to try and quiet her, she turned around, and punched him on the face with full force, so strongly, he collapsed to the floor.

He stood up quickly, ready to hit her himself. But he looked her in the eye.

She was crying.

And she was full of hate.

Toward him.

How had that happened?

Lindsay threw herself at him again, attempting to kill him if she could. It was all HIS fault. He couldn´t leave her alone, right? He needed to make her suffer.

She only stopped when the principal appeared, alarmed, and two of the hall supervisors grabbed her, holding her up despites her fighting. But by that time, Lindsay had already broken Harry's nose and she had given him a split lip.

She was glad with herself in some sadistic way.