Logan's POV
"Beautiful name. Doesn't surprise me, because it belongs to a beautiful girl." Louis whispered, pulling out a notebook and pencil.
I felt a slight bush crawl along my cheeks. "Thank you..." I mumbled, my blue orbs meeting his.
"What are we doing?" He asked.
I glanced at the blackboard, running my fingers through my long brown hair.
"Shakespeare's dialogue in Hamlet." I whispered, looking down once again.
"Oi! Logan." Harry whispered, a smirk plastered on his face. "Meet me under the bleachers."
"Boyfriend?" Louis mumbled, jotting down a few notes. His handwriting surprisingly neat, somewhat eloquent.
"Wh- oh no no.." I replied, shaking my head furiously.
Right there, at that moment, I wanted to pour out my heart out to Louis. The urge to explain how long Harry had been harassing me was uncontrollable. But I kept my mouth shut. Bringing my lower lip between my teeth as I began to scribble nonsense on to the lined piece of paper.
I heard Louis chuckle, looking up at me once again.
"Do you mind showing me around the campus?" He asked, handing me a small piece of paper.
I took it hesitantly, giving him small smile, nodding my head.
I examined his schedule, looking at the courses and teachers he had.
"Looks like we have the same schedule." I said, smiling weakly.
"Great." He whispered, "I can get to know you better."
"Hope all of you have a great weekend!" Mrs. Masts called. Everyone scurried out of the classroom, their bored expressions disappearing as soon as they stepped into the hall.
"Where to next?" Louis asked, walking by my side to Mr. Conners's class.
"We ha-" I was cut off by a strong grasp on my right arm.
I gasped in pain as he pulled me back.
The first thing I saw were those green emeralds, the ones that had two different sides to them. Two sides I was very familiar to.
"Harry." I mumbled, my eyes scrunching closed, the pain in my arm growing.
"Hey Logan." He whispered, his velvet voice seeping into my thoughts.
He planted a sloppy kiss on my lips, pulling away with a small smirk. "See you later babe." He cooed, loud enough for Louis to hear.
Louis turned around abruptly, embarrassed that he was staring the whole time.
I adjusted the strap on my shoulder, avoiding his innocent gaze.
"Thought he wasn't your boyfriend." He laughed, shaking his head.
"He isn't... I- he- it's.. Complicated.." I whispered, giving up at my attempt to explain.
He nodded his head, his lips forming a tight line.
"I know we just met... And all.. But.. I have to admit.." He whispered, giving me a small smile. "I really like you."
I was a bit taken back, no.. It was impossible. I was the school's "freak". No one ever took a liking to me.
I felt the blood rush to my cheeks, my cheeks yearning to release a smile.
"I like you too." I whispered.
He gave me a small nod, following me to our next class. He stopped in front of the door, grabbing my hand and stopping me from turning the handle.
"What's with you and the curly haired fellow?" He asked.
"Harry..? Oh.. He's.. He.. I- I'm bullied by him.." I stuttered out.
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A Little Bit of Love Hate
Fanfiction"Wait!" Harry called, following after me, his hand grabbing mine. "Why?!" I questioned, my voice rising with frustration. A puzzled look etched into his features, his green eyes narrowing with question. "What do you mean..?" He asked, his voice ras...
