➳ Overcome ➳ |L.T|

➳ Chapter 4 ➳

*Blake*

Friday came around, school hasn't really been stressful and neither has my part time job at the bookstore. The thing that is really pissing me off is the fact that Louis still hasn't given me my flipping book. I think he has it with him and I don't want to ask him for it, he should give it to me and not wait for me to say anything. That little shit it really starting to get on my nerves.

Today I am going to supervise the auditions for the Drama club, something I'm not really excited about. Ever since I entered the Drama club, supervision has been my job. It's the only thing that I'm really capable of doing. Well, that and help Mrs. Franklin with the scripts for the plays that we work on to show the school at the end of the school year. I've already written two plays, this year will be my third. I have the first term to work on it, the auditions for the roles and the rehearsals start on the 2.º Term and then we showcase the play at the end of the year before the graduation ceremony. I'm sure that that cocky bastard is going to get one of the leading roles, he does every time.

I had just got out of English and I was going to the bathroom when I met Dawn on the corridor. I'm almost used to her now, but I'm still not used to calling her a friend. And no, I'm still not going to accept her offer to drive me home. Or to the bookstore whatsoever. She wouldn't go away if she knew where I work. She came to the bathroom with me and while I did my business, she just stood outside in front of the mirror.

"People here are really different from my friends back in Ireland, they're more laid back back there." I heard her saying from my cubicle.

"That's British people for you." I flushed the toilet and got out to wash my hands on the sink she was standing next to.

"Not all of you are like that, Harry isn't. Neither is Louis." She said while looking in the mirror, I instantly became irritated and huffed.

"That bastard isn't that laid back. You can ask him anything but if you look in his eyes, you can see that he's hiding something. He isn't as open as you think." I shook my hands to get rid of the water excess and dried them on my jeans.

"How do you know that?" She asked curious, I turned around and walked to the door to get out of the bathroom.

"I don't know how I know it. I do and that's all we need to know." I snapped as we walked side by side, she was used to being snapped at by me so she laughed.

"I think that's unfair to him, you seem to know him while he knows nothing about you." We reached the Art classroom and instead of walking in, I just stood outside and Dawn stood in front of me.

"It's fair because I don't want him to know shit about me. But I don't know him, I just have been around long enough to know his kind." She raised an eyebrow and leaned her side against the wall, crossing her arms.

"His kind?" She asked, I took my bag from my shoulder and put it on the floor.

"The kind that wants to live up to everybody's expectations, the kind that lives to please others but he just really wants to please the important people in his life. He's polite and that's really him but, he doesn't always say what's on his mind."

"And you know all of that just by looking at him?" She questioned amused and I shook my head sighing.

"I don't look nor stare, I observe." She chuckled.

"Details. My point is, you find him interesting enough to actually know something about him."

The difference between him and I is that I don't give a fuck about the others. I only care about my dad and now Natasha, he loves her almost as much as he loves me. I don't know why Louis loves to be adored by everyone so much, it's ridiculous. Throughout the years, I have seen him pranking or throwing dumb comebacks at teachers just to amuse the class. And the fact that we have been in the same class for 3 years and he only acknowledged me about almost a week ago is just fucking stupid. I know I'm invisible, almost, but couldn't I be invisible for the rest of high school?