Yang (Book 1) A Dark Louis Fic

Chapter 3

As I carried us down the corridors, avoiding a few stragglers that were running a little late, we finally came to an alluring,  dark purple corridor that I loved so much.

I let the smell of mahogany wood fill my nose, as I slowly glided down the tiled floor; Louis' loud footsteps covering my own.

I stood in front of the large, wooden black door, eyeing it up and down before taking a deep breath. Louis, obviously not relising I had stopped, walked into my back, however, this time I was prepared.

I spun round and tilted my head up slightly, so that we had direct eye contact. I noticed his cheeks secrete the pinkish tinge again, but dismissed it, "Louis." I spoke sternly.

He quickly shook his head, trying to rid himself of the colour lingering on his cheeks, "Y - yeah. " He stuttered, his eyes like a goldfish.

"Before we go in here I have a few ground rules, ok?" I spoke,  not breaking eye contact. He nodded, signalling for me to continue.

"Ok, first of, don't be surprised if a lot of whispering starts when we get in here, ok; I'm not really the, how should I put this, 'perfect princess' of the school." I finished, looking down at the ground.

It was no secret I was hated and even feared in this school. From the first few minutes he had been here, it  had been made blatantly obvious by not only the pupils, but the staff too; I would be really surprised if he hadn't noticed that; then again, he seemed a little dense if I was honest.

"I know your not," He spoke, softly, his voice rattling slightly, "I hate girls like that, they are too good to be true." He finished, chuckling slightly, before I felt his fingers tip my chin up to meet those mesmerising aqua eyes.

Wait, what? Where did that come from?

I shook my head ferociously out of my daze, making him recoil his fingers, "Secondly, after this day is done and everything has been shown to you, I'm not going to lie, I'm leaving you with another group that can become your friends here for the next few years." I spoke emotionlessly. May as well be straight with him, I mean that's the thing everyone hates about me.

The fact that I can be real with people, instead of sugar coating life like all the other hypocrites do. My line of thinking  just doesn't appeal to them; it's not what they want to hear, even though it's true.

"I understand that." He replied, just as calmly. I felt suprised by that, and even a little upset too. I mean, I saved his life for crying out loud! Did he really take their opinions to heart?

He then got very close to my face, his eyes seeming to shimmer in the dull light, warming my soul, "I understand you have a 'reputation' here, any idiot could tell that," He paused, obviously considering what he was going to say, "However, from what I've seen of this school so far, I wouldn't really want to be stuck with anyone else, but you." He smiled, a genuine one at that, causing one to rapidly grow on my lips too.

I coughed into my hand before continuing, bringing his attention out of whatever high he was on right now, "I won't take any offence if you retract that statement at any point," I smiled slyly, as I was sure he would by the end of the day. " Anyway, last thing, I really like this class, so please don't ask any irrelevant questions, or talk to me; unless it regards the subject, are we clear?"

He bobbed his head up and down like a bobble head on a car dashboard. I breathed out, releaved that he appeared to have taken it all on board, "Ok, here we go." I sighed, twisting the knob of the door handle and stepping into the room.

It was completely my taste of furniture, and colour.  The walls where painted a matte black, that seemed to shimmer in the dull lighting, the walls were almost completely lined with fact sheets and posters of famous musicians; along with some of their quotes, and against the back wall were painted, silver music notes, clefs and stages.