I wish I hated you

18. Use Your Wings.

Chanel

My emotions are messed up. It's weird - the way I feel - since nothing seems to make sense. I pushed everything down and went to school this morning, determined to stay this time.

I made sure to cover up my mistake from yesterday. Because it's winter, no one will suspect anything, wearing long sleeves is normal.

The urge to wear casual and comfortable clothes was so intense, I had to force myself to put on a black skirt. I wanted nothing more than to throw on a pair of sweatpants and call it a day.

I'm impressed with myself because I always dress up. It's normal for me but sometimes, I wish I could dress how I truly wanted without all the fanciness.

My history teacher's voice flows into my ears as I distractedly fiddle with my pen. I'm in such a grumpy mood, it's irritating me. Class hasn't started yet but I decided to come early. Mr. Wilson is talking with one of my classmates.

I would usually eavesdrop but I didn't feel like doing so right now. The sound of footsteps catch my attention. I lift my gaze towards the source of the sound only to be met with my enemy.

His confident steps come to halt and he pulls out the chair from the desk next to me. "Go away." My tone is the furthest thing from friendly and I send him a glare. He rolls his hazels eyes in an annoyingly sexy way.

"I feel like I'm getting déjà vu." His lips curl into a slow smile. I sigh loudly and cross my arms on my desk. I place my head softly between them, facing away from him.

Louis speaks again after a moment of silence. "I love your pathetic attempt to ignore me." His voice comes out flat and he lets out a chuckle at the end of his sentence. "I don't care."

I'm tired, I'm grumpy and I don't want to be here.

A chair drags across the floor producing a sound that makes me cringe and my hands shoot out to cover my ears. I know it was Louis considering how close to me it was.

"Oh, I'm sorry princess, didn't mean to hurt your pretty little ears." He says sarcastically. I hold myself back from rolling my eyes.

If I wasn't so tired, I would snap at him. Let's just say, right now he's not worth my precious time. Playing along is the best way to go about it for one simple reason; he hates it.

"I forgive you, just don't do it again please. My pretty little ears would hurt and we wouldn't want that now, would we?" I utter innocently but it's impossible to miss the drop of sarcasm. And since I'm dramatic, I bat my lashes while looking at him intensely.

He narrows his eyes and his expression hardens but the corners of his lips are twitching. He's holding in a smile. cute.

Every time I get lost in those little jokes with him, a small part of me wishes that we weren't enemies. I bet we would be really good friends.

"No, we wouldn't want that." He answers seriously. Something soft flashes through his eyes but it's gone before I even tried to analyze it. "I wouldn't be able to handle your whinny ass." Louis says nonchalantly.

Yup, that was the answer I was expecting. I can't picture Louis being nice for some reason.

"I'm not whinny." I raise a brow at him. His deep chuckle catches me off guard. "Yes you are." It took everything in me not to get up from my chair and slap him.