I could feel his electric blue eyes burning in to the side of my head, both eyes stabbing me like freshly sharpened knives. I shifted in my seat, obviously unccomfortable. Something told me that he was doing this on purpose, just to mess with me. He obviously knew that he was making me uncomfortable, I mean, after staring at the same girl for the last half of English, it should start to come to you.
Ugh, what a dick.
Hmph. To see if I was right about this, I turned around, to, "grab a penil" out of my backpack. Sowly, I lifted my head, just for my sea blue eyes to meet his. He was smirking, almost develish, and had his eyebrows raised. I quickly left his gaze, grabbing the nearest thing out of my backpack and turning around. I could feel my face getting hot. He was staring at me!
"Ms.Ride..." My teacher, Mrs.Maxwell asked, her grey, thin eyebrows furrowed.
"Uhm, y-yes, Mrs.Maxwell..?" I asked, rubbing the back of my neck. She strided closer to me, her long, green floral skirt wavy with each step. She was now right in front of me, grabbing an object off of my desk.
"What in the world is this sneaker doing on your desk?!" She asked, raising one eyebrow. Oh, of course the one object that I take out of my bag is my damn sneaker!
"Uhh..uhh..." I murmmered. "I-..Inspiration..?" I pitched, a high hint to my voice. Everybody in the class let out a soft chuckle.
"Riight. An inspiration to read Romeo and Juliet?" She said, a small smile spread across her face. I could tell that a red shade had now taken over my cheeks. The class let out another chuckle, yes, including Louis. Setting the show down on my desk, she took my book and opened it to the first chapter.
"Theres a good start. Now start reading." She muttered, walking back to her desk. I turned back to put the shoe back in my bag, but not before shooting an icy glare at Louis. He held his hands up, that same, dickish smirk spread across his face.
"Fucker..." I mumbled, turning back to my seat to start on Romeo and Juliet.
You see, Louis was the new student here. He had a couple of friends, a blonde, a cheeky curly one, one boy who had recently buzzed all of his hair off, and the mysterious, quiet boy. They made a good team, I guess. But anyways, this whole Louis stare thingy happened just a month ago. It was super distracting, and the worst part was that it didn't just happen in this class.
Oh, no no no. Louis Tomlinson had 4 classes with me. Four.Fucking.Classes.
RIIIIIIIIIIIIING
Thank Jesus, saved by the bell. I quickly got up, grabbed my things, and got to my locker as quick as possible. I didn't want to face Louis. That idiot tried talking to me every time after class. I pushed pass people, until I reached my locker,201. I started to slow down, taking time to put in my combination.
21,50,45.
With sucess, I opened my dark green locker. There was hardly anybody in the halls anymore. I guess they had all gone to lunch.
That, or go smoke some weed.
After getting my jacket and my money, I slammed my locker shut, and just as I put the lock back on it, I turned to see the one and only, Louis Tomlinson, leaning against the locker beside mine. He had that same smirk on that he did in class.
"Boo." He whispered, giving me a much warmer smile, slowly walking towards me.
"Uhm...what are you doing..?" I asked, taking a few steps back. As Louis reached his hand out, I stopped, just to see what he actually was doing. His light fingertips brushed against my cheeks, slowly pulling to the stray peice of hair that had left my messy bun, and pulling it behind my ear. His hand stayed there awhile, before he slowly reached it back in to his coat pocket.
"Now, what was that glare all about in class, darling?" He asked. I scoffed.
"Whats that staring all about, Louis?" I retorted. He let out a light chuckle.
"I asked first babe." He said. I rolled my eyes.
"Look, first of all, I'm not your babe, or your darling." I stated. "Second of all, your creepy stares distracted me and got me in trouble!" Now he was laughing.
"Oh, but Allie," He chuckled, putting his other hand on my cheek.. "I'm only staring at you just because you're so, so, goddamn beautiful. I pulled back, crossing my arms
"Yeah? Well, its annoying as fuck..." I said, almost muttering the last part. He raised his eyebrows.
"You know, Allie, I would stop staring at you if you would be so kind as to go on a date with me." Louis pitched. I raised my eyebrows, almost amused. I laughed humoressley.
"In your dreams." I muttered, walking away from him.
"Okay then Allie, but I caan get much worse than just staring." He called down the hall.I stopped in my tracks. Worse? "Heck, I might even move beside you!" My eyes widened. I knew somehow that he wasn't lying. Jesus, I can't beleive that I was going to do this..
"Fine, Louis. Pick me up at 7:00." I muttered. He gave me a beaming smile.
"Fantastic babe, oh, and I don't need directions, one of my mates lives quite close to you." He said. I rolled my eyes, as I turned to walk away from him again.
"Seeya at 7:00, babe." He chuckled. In response, I gave him the finger.
And just like that, I was going on a date with Louis.Fucking.Tomlinson.
