Who Would Have Known

Chapter 2

Out of everyone in the class I had to be paired with Harry. I didn't just not like him because of what happened this morning, I had never liked him. He always seemed rude, cocky, and treated people terribly, especially all the girls he slept around with.

The project would be an out of school one, which meant I would have to spend more time with Harry than I wanted.

"We can work at my house," I said as he sat down in front of me. There was no way I was going to his house, I would probably get murdered.

"Fine, let's work today and get this over with," he grumbled and pulled out his phone, handing it to me.

"Put your number in so I can get your address." I obliged and gave it back to him.

"Text me whenever you're free tonight," I said before pulling out my own phone, playing on it until the class was over.

I stood up and sped out of the class, hoping to get away from Harry even though I would see him later. Niall texted me saying that practice was cancelled today. I was happy, I wasn't really in the mood to play.

Walking out of the school and to my car I saw Maya already waiting for me, checking her makeup in the sideview mirror.

"Hey babe," she stood up, wrapping her arms around my neck. She pressed her lips against mine. The taste of her sticky, cherry lip gloss made me gag. I wiped my mouth once she had turned around, walking to the other side.

The whole drive to Maya's house consisted of her babbling on about some drama thing that was happening in her group of friends. I blocked out her voice and just nodded along, pretending I was listening.

I was grateful when I pulled up in front of Maya's house, hoping for some quiet. Unfortunately my prayers were not answered and Maya leaned in to kiss me. She pressed into the kiss, sliding her tongue into my mouth. I tried not to gag as her tongue moved around in my mouth. After a while she pulled back and began kissing along my jaw, moving lower. She sucked hard on my neck, making me flinch. It was sure to leave a mark.

"Maya," I struggled to say.

"Come on Louis, no one is home." She said against my neck.

I pushed her back, away from me.

"What's wrong babe?" She asked pouting. I hated when she called me babe, or any of the "cute" couple names. It sounded so unnatural coming out of her mouth.

"I have to go pick up dinner for my sisters. They'll get angry if I don't get it soon." I half lie, my sisters probably don't expect food for another few hours.

"Oh well then we can do that another time I guess," she smiled and got out of the car.

I was relieved when she stopped and didn't push.

It's not that I'm gay. I am definitely not, I just haven't found any girl who I actually care about and I know the feeling is mutual.

I drive towards a diner on the outskirts of town to pick up dinner for my sisters and I.

The drive took twenty minutes and as I pull up in front I see a familiar black car parked beside mine. I had always loved this diner because it was fairly close to town, but far enough that not many people who I knew would go.

The smell of food floods my senses as soon I enter the small diner. I walk towards the counter and sit down, picking up the menu.

After I'm done deciding what to order for myself and my sisters I put the menu down, waiting for the server. I look up to see familiar brown curls but it isn't until I see their face that I know who it is.