Playing Perfect

Chapter 6

Chapter 6 Nichole 

I woke up early this Tuesday so I could look nice. It's been two weeks since I started dating Will. I showered and changed into a teal summer dress that was tight in the bust area and then flowed out. It had a pink belt under the bust line. I paired it with black wedges. I let my hair do its natural wave thing before putting on foundation and mascara. I left and drove to school. When I walked down the hallway I literally felt like I was in the movie mean girls. I mean, everyone was staring. "Wow." Ashli stated. "You look great." I smiled and made my way over to Will. 

"Hey babe!" he smiled before kissing me. 

"What in the?" I heard the familiar British voice from behind me. I turned around to see Louis who looked like he was going to cry and punch Will.

"Louis. I-" he held his hand up. 

"No I get it. I'm the asshole who helped you. The douche who took you out and the player you're too good for." he spat.

"Louis." 

"You know what. I don't care." he walked down the hallway.

"What was that about?" Will asked. A hint of possession was in his voice so I just shook my head. 

I walked into English and sat beside Louis. "Hey." Nothing. "Hello?" Nothing. "Douchebag?"

"Slut." 

"How am I a slut?" he gave me a look that said 'really?'. "We were never dating and I didn't even like you at first. You helped me and I can't thank you enough, but you act like you hate me at school and you flirt like crazy when we're not." I sighed. "I didn't know what you were trying to tell me or not tell me?" I struggled for the right words and let out a frustrated sigh. 

"Nic. Its whatever." he replied blankly.

"I'll breakup with him." I stated crossing my arms and facing the front. Why does he make this so hard? He turned to look at me.

"Don't." I threw my hands up.

"Make up your fucking mind!" Mr. Grey looked over at us and we stopped arguing. "Louis." I whispered. He glanced over at me. "After school, meet me at my locker."

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After the last bell rang I walked up to Will. His smile suddenly didn't seem as breathtaking as before and his lack of humor was boring. "Hey." I decided to be blunt so that I couldn't talk myself out of it. "I think we're better as friends and that we should break up." I rushed out all in one breath forgetting how to breathe. There was no one left in the hallway which I thought was a good thing until he slammed his locker shut and glared at me.

"You're breaking up with me?" he spat. I nodded afraid to use my voice. "For Louis. A Tomlinson?" Why is being a Tomlinson a bad thing? He took my silence as a yes. Anger and hate flashed in his eyes. "Bad choice." his hands grabbed my neck. 

"Will!" I gasped. He slammed me up against the lockers and smiled. "Put me down!" I meant to yell but it came out as a whisper and I was feeling dizzy.

"You see Nic. I don't like the idea of you with someone else." He's protecting me? He dropped me and I collapsed on the floor holding my throat. He stepped towards me and I backed into the lockers. He laughed. "Awe. Is little Nic scared of me now?" he kneeled in front of me and started running his finger down my cheek. "You can yell as loud as you want. No one's here." he slapped me and it echoed down the empty halls. I started to cry. I'm going to die. He never acted like this. Why is he hurting me? I mean he always had his little moments, but he never hit me. "Once something's mine I plan to keep it that way." he went to hit me again right when someone pulled him off of me. I didn't wait around to see who it was. I ran out of the building into the student parking lot. The harsh sun felt like a joke after what just happened. I scanned the parking lot and saw Louis' car. I ran over to it and sat down crying. He must've pulled him off of me. He always helps me and I just treat him like shit. I don't know how long I had been sitting there before someone came and pulled me into a hug. Louis' familiar scent surrounded me and I snuggled into his chest. He ran his fingers through my tangled black hair. I looked up at him. His lip was busted and he had a glare of pure hate aimed at the school. 

"I'm so sorry." I said reaching up and tracing his lip lightly with my finger.

"Its nothing." he looked down at me and moved my hair out of my face. 

"Why is it considered 'bad' to be a Tomlinson?" I asked. I could tell my question took him by surprise. 

"We have money and most people are jealous so they think we're selfish and rude, but they don't take the time to get to know us." I nodded and stepped away from him to straighten out my dress. "Nic?" I looked up at him and his blue eyes looked extremely sad. 

"Yeah?" I said nervously. I felt him tense up like he was scared to say what was on his mind. 

"You know I will try to not let anything hurt you right?" he asked.

"I do now." I nodded and he gave me a weak smile.

"Good. Let's get you home." I nodded and hopped into his car.

A/N: I do not like this chapter but I needed to update. Sorry. Like I really am. You don't even know. So the next three days I should be updating like crazy on all my stories since I haven't in like a month so be prepared. Haha umm... Who's watched Pitch Perfect? Well Skylar fucking Astin is the hottest actor I do not know besides Zac Efron. Alright I'll stop rambling :)

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