Yang (Book 1) A Dark Louis Fic

Chapter 4

I stood there, my blood boiling from frustration at who had just interupted OUR lesson.
As the imbeciles scrambled to their feet, dusting themselves of I couldn't have been more angry with what the sight brought.

"Uh, sorry about the intrusion, Sir." The blonde from before muttered; I think his name was Niall.

Mr. Lewis stood there in shock, before recomposing himself, "It's quite all right, boys," He paused, his pitch becoming more stern, "Though, you are going to be late for your first class."

The three idiots turned to look at each other like lost sheep, before the curly haired one spoke up, "Actually, Sir," He paused, stepping forward to shut the door, "We can't be late for a class we are already here for."

My mind went blank. Like seriously, every thought; positive or negative that had been swirling around just stopped, like a tornado just went in and swept it all up.

Mr. Lewis appeared to physically look how I mentally felt, before he skimmed the piece of paper in hand, scanning it throughly, his eyes growing frantic and confused, "Boys, I'm sorry to tell you, but you aren't registered for this class, I only have three applicants-"

He was cut off by the other mongrel from before, "We know, Sir." He stated, scratching the back of his head.

I could see the wrinkles deepen on our teacher's face, as his hands crumpled the edges of the paper in hand, "Well then, why may I ask are you here?" He asked, slowly. I could tell his temper was controlled for the moment, but like a rabid dog, who knew when, or how he would strike.

"Our other class was over applied, Sir." The blonde spoke again, his voice quieter, "We were given a list of classes we could attend that would fit in our timetable, and the only one we had an interest in, or the grades to apply for were this one, see?" He finished, holding out a crumbled piece of paper that looked like it belonged in the bin.

Mr. Lewis took it quickly, scanning it like the other paper before, his eyes becoming more serious, "I see, it has been signed by the principal." He sighed, he obviously didn't want them here anymore than I did, "Very well, take a seat boys."

As he walked away to continue talking a light cough came from the doorway, "And lady." Came an irritated female voice.

Oh. He said three original students.

I looked towards him as he paled slightly, obviously from overlooking her, "I'm dearly sorry, you must be-" He was cut off again by the sound of heels clicking on the floor.

In walked a tall, slim barbie look alike, but with tasteful make-up. Her blonde hair was tied up in a donut bun.

Her uniform was slightly like mine: top two buttons undone, skirt short, but not slutty short, shirt not tucked in and her blazer slung over her shoulder.

She flipped her head back, a lose piece of blonde hair pushed away from her face due to the movement, she smiled slyly, walking towards Mr. Lewis in a state of complete confidence, her heels clicking lightly of the floor.

She stuck out her hand, as Mr. Lewis shook it, "I'm Miss Edwards, Perrie Edwards." She spoke, boldly.

Well shit. The pretty, popular princess of the school wants to do music...damn.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Louis was staring at her. I wasn't bothered, I mean he was just a companion, barely a friend.

If you really didn't care about what you thought of him staring at her....then why is there a pang of jealousy in your heart? I heard a voice whisper, I turned my head frantically, trying to figure out where it had came from...but there was no one there.