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12.Louis To The Rescue

12. Louis To The Rescue

Maxxon's P.O.V. :

   "Hold the hell up, you actually like when people touch your hair?" Zayn asked, looking at me with the most serious face I'd ever seen him wear. I nod my head, causing him to recoil at the sight of me. To be honest, I have no idea how we got to this topic, but it seemed very important to Zayn. "Do you know if they have washed their hands or not? For all we know, that person could have been violently masturba --"

   "Enough, Mr. Malik! Detention, after school. You too Miss Chase," The new teacher shouted. She was new, young, and evil. Most of the male population at our school took a liking to her the instant she showed up. It was disgusting really. Did they actually think a teacher would like them in that way? But the point is, I have detention because of Zayn. For like the gazillionth time. And to make matters worse, we haven't even finished our Valentine's Day song. With seventeen days left, we only had done up to the first chorus. 

   "You got it, Ms. Woodley!" Zayn called, winking at her. Did I forget to mention, Zayn was part of the male population that took a liking to her? Well he did. And by the looks of it, the feeling was mutual. I was quite surprised Ms. Woodley gave Zayn a detention, considering she let him slide most of the time, and even laughed along to his jokes. It was disgusting.

   "Oh hockey pucks! I still have to go flat hunting after-school! I whispered, aiming my voice towards Louis, who sat on the other side of me. Usually, when Zayn drifted off to Ms. Woodley, I would strike conversation with Louis, considering he was my best friend now. It was weird that I actually considered him a friend. But it was cool too. He was with me on this, lying about ages just to support something or someone.

   "I'll join if you'd like," Louis shrugged, putting his book down. That's the thing about Louis, he likes getting into trouble, but sometimes he doesn't. I tried getting him to join me in putting a dead skunk in the Geometry teacher's car, but he said it would 'cause trouble. In a way, Louis was like a thousand years old. And to be honest, it was creepy.

   "Thanks, Lou."

   That seemed to be the end of our conversation during Language Arts and Literature. Those took up two periods each. During the second period (L.A.), the other class came in, followed by their teacher, Mrs. Holmes. Saying Mrs. Holmes wasn't my favorite teacher would be the lie of the year. I loved Mrs. Holmes, she was sneaky and mischievous just like me. She claimed I was her favorite student, and let everything I did slide. 

   The sad thing about Mrs. Holmes is she had this serious asthma problem twenty-four-seven. She was either coughing her lungs up or drinking a whole bunch of water. I'm surprised she didn't have to take a wazz every three minutes, but hey. I guess we were all born with different sized bladders. 

   Ms. Woodley and Mrs. Holmes were talking about punctuation, when Mrs. Holmes started coughing like a guy at a hospital. She excused herself and went out into the hallway, where we could still hear her loud coughing. Of course, Louis and I were worried, since she was our favorite teacher. But Ms. Woodley continued class as if someone wasn't coughing out their insides. Finally, I decided to do something. I raised my hand.

   "Ms. Woodley, aren't you going to go help Mrs. Holmes? She's practically dying out there," I said, gesturing towards the door.

   "She's alright," Ms. Woodley stubbornly answered. "Now, Dakota, what is the answer for number six?"

   After that, I basically shut my mouth until I actually needed help. Mrs. Holmes never came back in, but I guess she went down to the school nurse or something. After a while, I couldn't do a certain question, so I went up to Ms. Woodley for help. She was explaining everything he her normal, I'm only here for the attention voice, when she started choking on her spit. She motioned for me to hit her back to help her breathe, but I didn't. Instead, I did the only logical thing.

   "Oh, you're alright. Now, Ashley, what is the answer for number eighteen?"

   Of course, that got me into a shit-load of trouble.

* * *

   "Wait, am I gay?" I asked myself as Louis, Zayn, and I walked to lunch. Louis and I paused, staring at each other in wonder, while Zayn leaned down to get a drink of water. "Holy cow, Louis, I think I'm gay! Oh wait no, I'm straight. Or am I?" I said, looking off into the distance. Louis lightly slapped my cheeks, getting some sense into me. He grabbed me by the shoulders, shaking me violently.

   "Snap out of it! You're straight! I know this because I saw you and Zayn make out in the car!" Louis said, shaking me faster and harder. After he realized what he said, he let go of me, looking around nervously. I, of course, went into shy potato mode and looked down at me feet. Meanwhile, Zayn's head shot up from the water fountain, hitting the wall, and later, spitting the water that was in his mouth at the wall.

   We all stood in silence, until Zayn coughed, clearing the awkward tension. Louis rocked back and forth on his feet, whistling to some random tune. "Lets go to lunch, yeah?" I suggested, starting to walk towards the cafeteria. Louis and Zayn trailed behind me, quietly whispering amongst themselves. I don't know how Louis saw us or why he decided to bring it up now, but I guess it made me realize I did indeed make out with Zayn. 

   Whatever happened back there, was gone. At least for me.

Zayn's P.O.V. :

   "I'm heading to the bathroom, guys," Max smiled, getting up from her seat and heading towards the bathrooms. The second the door closed behind her, I swiveled in my chair to face Louis, who was already chewing his nails nervously. I grabbed his shoulders and shook him like he shook Max. Louis frantically flailed his arms while I continued shaking his muscular body. Finally, I let him go and slumped down in my chair, crossing my arms over my chest.

   "Why the heck did you bring that up?" I whisper-yelled. 

   "'Coz it happened! Why are to two so sensitive about that topic?! Why don't you idiots get together already?!" Louis replied, his voice filled with sass. I looked at him in shock, sitting straight and uncrossing my arms. "You two are both twenty, both bad arses, both do drugs, both smoke, and lets not even mention the matching tattoos!" Louis said, getting the point through. 

   "It's never going to happen, Louis!" I said back. Louis was about to protest, but I beat him to it. "Do you think I actually like being her friend? Trust me, I would've put a ring on that a long time ago!" I say. I followed that statement up with the Beyonce dance moves she uses in her music video for Single Ladies. And I don't wanna sound conceited, but I'm a pretty good dancer.

   "Then why don't you just ask her out?" Louis asks, more calmed now.

   "Because, opposites attract right?" I say. Louis nods his head, not getting what I'm going at. "Yeah, well Max and I. . . Are exactly the same! We can't stand being wrong. Would you imagined if we got into a fight? we both let our pride get in the way! One of us is going to end up bawling!" I exclaimed, catching the attention of the few people outside. 

   "No, because I'm going to help you," Louis grinned. I raise my eyebrows at him. 

   "Really?" I ask, not believing my ears.

   "Yeah. Louis to the rescue!"

   Louis licks his hand, sticking it out. I follow in suit, licking my own palm and shaking it with his. We fist before parting. A few minutes later, we return, picking up our lunches and leaving again. Later on, I realize we left Max by herself. She's gonna be pissed. But oh, well. For now that doesn't matter. The only thing that matters is. . .

   Louis is going to help me win Max over.

   Wow, now that I actually said it, it seems like it's not going to happen. I mean, I basically asked Louis to help. Louis. Out of all people. Louis.

   I'm screwed.

* * *

   Hi, guys. This is just a filler chapter. I had the whole chapter on my iPod, but as I said in my other story, I was involved in a car crash. We didn't actually crash, but the hoods of our car and the other bumped. The impact and the tightness of my seat belt knocked the air out of me, so I ended up in the hospital. I just woke up this morning (St. Pat's Day). So, I guess I do have Luck today.  x Happy St. Patrick's Day :)