The Bad Girl. (Louis Tomlinson Fanfiction)

Meeting the new boy.

The bell rang indicating that History was over. The new guy, whose name I learned is Louis Tomlinson, was shooting me daggers the whole class. Somebody woke up at the wrong side of the bed. Zayn and I were walking down the hall for the next class when I heard someone calling for me. I turned around to see it was Rythm, my one and only girl friend. "Where were you this morning?" I asked her when she came near me. "Ugh, I woke up late. I have detention." She said raising her eyebrows in a suggestive manner. "Rythm." I whined. "I wanted to go home today, without a detention." "Oh, c'mon Char, its a rule. We three should be in a detention together, always." She said. This is just our little rule. We wouldn't let the other one to survive an hour long of detention alone. So whenever someone gets one, the rest two has to do something to get in trouble. "Yeah yeah, whatever. Anyway, lets go now." I said and they nodded. Rythm and I went for psychology together whereas Zayn went for his art class.

"So, what are you going to do to get detention this time?" Rythm asked as we settled in our seats. "Nothing much, just throw paper planes at Mr. Smith and own up. I wouldn't be surprised if that grumpy pants gave me a month long of detention." I sighed. "True that bitch." Rythm said and Mr. Smith entered the class. "Settle down class, we've got something important to do this class." Mr. Smith announced to the class and turned around to write something on the black board. I took a paper from my book and folded it into a paper plane and threw it at Mr. Smith which ended up landing on his head. He turned around with a look on his face which could kill. "Who did that?" He growled holding the paper plane in his hands. I raised my hands with a bored expression on my face.

"Charlie Blue Mullins, detention for three days straight." He shouted through gritted teeth and again turned around to continue writing. I glared at Rythm and she snickered. That bitch.

We had lunch break after psychology and met up with our gang in the cafeteria. Zayn was already there sitting on the table with our gang. There was this little Irish shit, Niall Horan. The curly haired boy, Harry Styles. The sweet and not so innocent, Liam Payne. We were all really close but Zayn, Rythm and I were different stories. We are friends since diapers, whereas our gang was formed in school, so the detention rule was formed way before we met them. I was always a bad girl, getting in trouble was something I enjoyed. Zayn and Rythm always backed me up. Helped me to get out of major trouble, or would take equal blame so I wouldn't have to suffer alone. Same with the gang. We always had each other's back. Never letting anyone suffer alone. We had this bond that no one could break. But that's what the best thing is about bad people, they were always loyal to themselves and to those who they loved. While the other people faking their goodness to the society, we stay true to us. We don't need to fake anything, we accept who we are. "Louis!" I heard Harry shout breaking me from my trance. I looked at him waving to the new boy. "Guys, meet Louis. He is and old friend of mine and a badass." Harry said when Louis reached out table. "Is he now?" I asked eyeing him up and down. "Oh yes I am, didn't you see that in the hallway in the morning?" He asked raising his eyebrows at me. "That's not called being a badass, that's called being I pervert." I snarled squinting my eyebrows at him. "So you kicked him in the balls?" Niall asked laughing. He is like a big big ball of sunshine, always laughing. "I saw him lying on the floor holding his crotch shouting profanities in pain." Niall said and we bursted out laughing whereas Louis was looking embarrassed. "Don't mess with me pretty boy."