Playing Perfect

Chapter 2

"Well? How was school?" my mom asked throwing her Gucci bag onto the couch. She kicked off her stilettos and ran to the kitchen to grab the Nutella. I plopped down on the floor and sighed.

"Okay I guess." she came in and turned on the radio by the television.

"Why's that?" Louis. That's what I wanted to say. We were put in a group together for a science project and he tried to drag my whole life story out of me while I constantly flipped him off.

"People." she sighed and sat the piece of toast she was eating down.

"I thought you said you would try and make friends." I stood up and headed towards my room not wanting to hear the lecture.

"Oh, Blaine's coming over in a bit." she nodded and I retreated to my room. My teal walls illuminated my room. I had wrote quotes and song lyrics all over it in black sharpie. I jumped on my bed and text Blaine. She was also in me and Louis' group. She was coming over to 'discuss the options for our project', when really we were going to bullshit around. I gathered up my things so I could take a shower. After I washed my hair and shaved, I changed into my black short shorts (let me tell you I had underwear longer than these, but they were comfy) and a purple sweatshirt. I washed all the leftover makeup off my face. I threw my black mass of hair into a messy bun before putting lotion on my legs. I turned on Pandora and started listening to Forever Now by Ne-Yo when the doorbell rang. I ran out of my room to hear my mom open the door.

"You must be Blaine." I heard Blaine agree. "And who are you?" I froze. The only other person in our group is the douche. I slowly continued down the stairs.

"I'm Louis." I rounded the corner and gave them all a death glare. Blaine was in sweats and a sweatshirt while Louis was wearing white skinny jeans, a blue and white striped shirt, and all white converse. I had to admit he looked sexy. Wait, what was I saying? I hate him. Yeah, I hate him. Keep telling yourself that Nichole.

"What. is. he. doing. here?" I asked trying to stay calm. Blaine knows I hate Louis.

"He insisted that he should come along since he was in our group." I shrugged.

"So you brought him?" I said pointing at Louis like he was trash.

 "No he drove. He said if I didn't let him come he was going to tell Mr. Grove, so he followed me." I sighed and Louis smiled.

"Cheer up love!" he started walking towards me about to give me a hug.

"If you touch me I'll mess up your pretty face." he stopped and looked at me shocked.

"Did you just compliment my face?" Crap. "You did!" I was about to answer when my mom spoke up.

"Sorry she's so rude. Would you like something to drink?" Leave it to my mom to make friends with my enemy.

"No thank you. Mrs.?" Louis asked politely.

"Oh you can call me Jennifer." Louis nodded.

"No thanks Jennifer." I sighed.

"Better get this over with." I mumbled. Mom arched her eyebrows. "My room. Let's go." Louis smiled. Oh lord.

"If you insist!"

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An hour later Louis was laying on my bed sleeping while me and Blaine were drawing pictures of ducks and unicorns. She looked at my wall. "Can I write on it?" I shrugged.

"I don't see why not." I found the marker and gave it to her. She picked out a spot and started writing. I glanced over at Louis. His brown hair was in his eyes and his chest rose and fell with each breath he took. I must've been looking at him for a long time because Blaine was suddenly beside me and she cleared her throat. I looked up at her and she smirked. "Don't even say it." She threw her hands up in innocence.

"I think I'm going to go." she started walking out.

"Wait! What am I suppose to do with him?" she shrugged.

"Rape his sexy body sculpted by gods or something!" I sighed. "Love you Nic!" she yelled before closing the door. I looked at the two things she wrote on my wall. One told me she loved me and my accent of course and the other one stunned me. How could she know that? 'Someday you'll learn to love... Maybe even him.' What! I looked over at Louis who was still sleeping like a fucking god. No! She must of wrote this when she caught me staring at him. I sighed before walking over to my bed. I reached over and shook him.

"Louis." Nothing. I climbed on the bed and hit him on the stomach. "Louis!" he jumped up and fell off the bed. He stood up and brushed himself off. "That was great." he smiled.

"You're going to have to pay for that." he replied coolly making the hair on my arms stand up. I ignored it and tried to suppress my laughter. I smiled and went and stood in front of him.

"You have drool on your face." I shook my head at his childish appearance. His blue eyes stared into mine. "Louis, you can go home now." I stuttered. Why?! This was the same douche bag from earlier. Wasn't he? I looked at the ground instead of his face.

"Are you going to walk me to the door?" I rolled my eyes and motioned for him to begin walking. He smirked and headed downstairs. "Where's your parents?" I shrugged.

"They're never here anyway."

"So you stay here alone?" he asked.

"Pretty much." he nodded. 'Well I'll see you tomorrow." he smiled.

"Yes you will because me and my pretty face are taking you out on a date. You may now freak out." he smirked.

"Whatever you say Louis. And shut up about my slip up!" I said turning red. He laughed.

"Don't worry I can't wait to see your pretty face either." I froze. What? He just smiled and waved, got in his car, and left. I turned around and almost ran into my dad.

"Oh my god you scared me! What are you doing home?" he ignored me like normal. Me and my dad aren't really on good terms.

"Who was that and why was he in our house let alone your room?" What the fuck.

"None of your business father." he sighed and I began to walk away.

"Nichole!" I turned around. If looks could kill he would've dropped dead. "Don't walk away from me young lady!" I rolled my eyes.

"Watch me."