Monster

eleven

Louis' POV

I was back at the fraternity and the guys were asking where I was. Apparently things get by quickly about what I did to Jennifer. They were all asking questions about it. Good thing I filmed it.

The guys followed me to the screening room where I connected my phone to the tv. I played the video and they all sat there staring at the screen.

After playing it countless times, the boys were laughing their arses off. One of them went to the kitchen to go get some drinks. A few seconds later, we were interupted by a voice.

"What the fuck?" I hear a familiar voice yell. I turn to see Jennifer standing there with Lauren. Both girls look pissed. But Jennifer's eyes started to fill with tears.

"So you film our business and show it to all your friends? Is that what you think is funny Louis? Embarrasing me? Infront of them?" She cried pointing at the boys watching the screen.

"Our business? Since when did we have a thing together? We are nothing and we never will be anything." I spat. I don't want to deal with this shit right now.

"Louis, you hurt her enough. Leave her alone." Lauren spoke, anger laced in her voice. Why the hell is she here anyways?

"Well you can start with you two leaving." I shot, really hoping they would leave now. As if they read my mind, they walked out the door.

I let out a heavy sigh and ran my hand through my hair in frustration. I walked over to the tv, shut it off and took my phone.

"Hey! I was watching that," some guy complained. I didn't turn around, just gave him a simple "Fuck off," and walked towards the stairs. "You're not doing this just because of some fucking slut are you?" He continued. Some people just don't take a hint, do they? I turned around and punched him in the jaw. "I said fuck off! Is there anything else I can do to give you a hint?" I snapped and walked off.

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I'm a real fuck up. I tried calling Jennifer but it always went straight to voicemail. She's most likely crying because of me. I would hate seeing her cry. And if I'm the reason she cries, it would make me feel worse.

Wait? What the fuck am I saying? I don't care about her. I don't care about anyone.

But I needed to know how she was right now. So I'll call Lauren. I dialed her number and waited. After three rings, she picked up.

"What Tomlinson?" she snapped.

"How is Jennifer doing?" I asked.

"What do you think jackass? She's crying. Just leave her alone, she deserves better than you." I heard Jennifer crying in the background. Then Lauren hung up.

Great, I did make her cry. And I hated that. I want to be there to comfort her and wipe away her tears and hug her till shes better. Because guess what I realized...

I do care about her.

A/N I updated! Finally! This was kinda a filler. But I finally updated after being lazy.