[WARNING: substance abuse, alcohol, suicide, and sex will be mentioned in the book.]
"Right this way, Tomlinson." I followed the plump, old woman down the hallway, glancing back once to see my teary-eyed mother waving to me. I stuck my middle finger in the air, and continued down the long hallway.
Fuck her, I thought to myself. She was the reason I would be at this hell hole for the next year.
"Louis, this will be good for the both of us. I hate seeing you this way." she had said when she dropped me off. "This will make you better, like old times."
Old times, my ass. Sending me to a correctional services boarding school wouldn't do shit. I was perfectly fine before I came here.
Sure, I may have drank a little too much. I maybe even snorted a little too much, but what can I say? I'm nineteen years old; let a man live.
"Here is where you'll be staying. Your uniform is in the dresser, and you are to put it on before dinner is served in fifteen minutes. After dinner, you will give me the outfit you have on now. The list of rules you will abide by is on your bed. Read over it, and we'll go over it during our meeting. Clear?"
I nodded, flashing a smile "Crystal." She huffed in approval, and left the room leaving me to change.
I slipped my skinny jeans off and slipped the navy pants on. As I pulled my hoodie over my head, the door opened.
"Well, well. How nice of you to join me." I turned to the familiar voice.
"Liam!" I exclaimed, and he ruffles my hair. Images of him smoking and drinking with me swarmed my head. Liam was the one who introduced me to a whole new world filled with acid, marijuana, and the list could go on. Basically whatever you wanted, he had it.
I remember saying goodbye to him before he got sent to this bullshit. His mom found out about the amount of substances he took in per week and sent him here, figuring that it could correct his so-called rotten ways.
"You have no idea how much I've missed you, mate."
"Ditto." He smiles, stepping back. "You might want to finish putting your clothes on; dinner's going to be done in a few minutes, and it's enchiladas." He shimmies his shoulders.
I laugh. "Save me a spot, yeah?" He gives me a quick thumbs up as he walks out the room. I slip on the rest of the outfit and glance at myself in the mirror.
This oufit is bullshit, I look like I'm fucking twelve. The white t-shirt would've been fine by itself, but someone had the brilliant idea to include a repulsive sweater vest. It clung tightly to my torso, making me look scrawny as hell.
A bell rings down the hall, causing a stampede of boys to pass my room as they head to the cafeteria. I follow them, not bothering to look over the packet of rules.
As I walk into the cafeteria I grab a tray and see that Liam was, in fact, right. An enchilada is placed onto my tray by a beastly looking woman.
"Tomlinson!" I hear Liam call my name. He waves me over to the table he's sitting at. I make my way over, trying to dodge the ignorant ass people who weren't watching where they were going.
I was nearly to the table when a boy with short green hair knocked into me. My enchilada flew to my chest, leaving a hideous red stain in it's wake.
"What the fuck." I snarled, glaring at the boy. I could feel my face heating with anger.
The boy merely shrugged. "Watch where you're going next time." Who the fuck did he think he was?
"I wasn't in anyone's way, dickhead." I took a step towards him and his smirk turned into a scowl.
"Listen, you fucking-"
A whistle blew from across the cafeteria. "Tomlinson, Malik! Break it up!" I felt a hand on my shoulder and turned my head to see Liam. He guided me to his table and I dropped my tray. My hands were shaking with anger.
"Louis calm down. Have you taken your pills?" My mom's voice rang in my head. Fuck. I shouldn't have left those at home. I kept my head in my hands as I pulled my hair. Fucking bipolar piece of shit, that's what I am. Focusing on my breathing, I removed my hands and looked at Liam.
He was digging into his enchilada, but he noticed I was looking. "You alright?" I nodded stiffly. My random waves of anger weren't anything new to Liam.
I scanned the cafeteria looking for the green-haired asshole. I spotted him and found he was already looking at me. He smirked and turned back to his friend.
"That's Malik and Styles. They're inseparable, they even came in together." Liam informed me. I nodded, my eyes focused on them. Malik leaned in and said something to Styles, causing his attention to go to me. I looked down at my food, no longer hungry, but I still shoved some into my mouth.
"Does everyone go by last name?" I ask, wiping my mouth on my arm. I glanced down at the stain and groaned. That shit will take forever to get out.
"Very few don't. So get used to being called Tomlinson." Liam smiles.
A bell rings in the distance and Liam stands up to dump his tray. I follow him to the garbage bins.
"I'll see you in the dorms later. Good luck with the correctional officer." He gives me a pat on the back. I sigh and turn around, heading to her office. I glance one more time around the cafeteria to see if there's anyone else who I recognize.
I turn on my heel and walk out the cafeteria.
Styles was still staring at me.
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hey guys. this isnt my first fanfiction that I've written, but this is the first that I've written in awhile. please tell me what you think of it so far :)
- Liz
