I'm In Love With The Brown-Haired Boy//L.S//

Chapter Two

"I want you," Harry whispers in my ear, all breathy.

"I want you too," I say while going in for another kiss. I bite his bottom lip, turning it all red. I move down to his neck, leaving purple marks.

"Louis, Louis," I hear Mr. Mattisson call out.

"Yeah," I say, snapping out of my daze.

"Can you answer question 4, please?"

I read the question over and over, suddenly forgetting everything about World War I.

"1920," I answer, unsure if it's right or not. I hear Harry, who is sitting beside me, let out a quiet laugh.

"Close. Anyone else want to answer?"

"1914," Harry blurts out while not even paying attention. He's currently scribbling in his notebook.

"Correct, but next time please raise your hand."

**

Gigi and I decided to hang out after school so she could prepare me for the cheer tryouts that are tomorrow and so we could get to know each other better.

We're outside in her backyard, going through cheer moves and all the cheers that they do. I practice my handstands, flips, handsprings, and round-offs.

After we're done, Gigi tells me that I shouldn't have to worry and that I'll most likely make the team. I try not to get my hopes up too much, though, because I don't want to be disappointed.

We go up to Gigi's room, which is beautiful. It's a very light tan color with ivy plants all over the walls. Her bed is in the corner next to a hammock that hangs in front of a big window. There's a vanity that's also covered with ivy plants and has makeup scattered everywhere. There's a bunch of candles and spiritual things spread around the room as well, and a big duck plushie is sitting on her bed.

We talk for a little bit about random things just to get to know each other better. We have a lot in common, like how we both enjoy writing, photography, and the band 5 Seconds Of Summer.

Before I leave, she tells me all about her spiritual stuff. She tells me about how she's been practicing tarot for about a year and how she has found inner peace through her spiritual journey. We talk a little bit about it, and I tell her how I will look into it. She even gives me one quick love tarot reading.

Gigi shuffles her tarot deck and lays out three cards. "This one's your past," she says, revealing 'The Fool.' I laugh.

"Sounds about right," I joke, thinking of my disastrous first crush. But when she turns over the card for my present—a heart crossed by swords—I feel a pang of recognition.

"You've got a crush, don't you?" Gigi teases, her eyes twinkling.

"Maybe," I say, a bit embarrassed.

She shuffles her deck some more and flips over three more cards. She analyzes them and then begins to speak. "So, this crush of yours—I'm getting that there is something blocking this crush. It could be someone else or you feeling like you aren't up to this person's standards. I also feel as though you're too scared to talk to this person, but I also see that there is hope. I see that you will overcome these obstacles, and it might work out."

"Thank you," I say, trying not to get my hopes up too much. I've also never really believed in this sort of stuff, so it probably means nothing.

I head home and do some chores before heading up to my room. I lay on my bed, put my headphones in, and begin to write a little bit of my story.

The sun beamed off the clouds that made the prettiest sunset Bea had seen in a while. The sun was right on top of the hill, just sitting there looking at her. She made her way up the hill and stood there for a second, just admiring the sunset. She felt a warmth inside and peace for the first time in years. She felt like she had the whole world to herself, which she kind of did. After taking in the sunset for a few moments, she looked down the hill to see a camp full of survivors. There had been a disease that wiped out almost all of the human population. Bea was amongst those who had survived.