Lottie's POV
Only four months of school left. And, Ashlyn dumped Louis. Only three weeks into dating, and she dumps Louis for some jock on the football team. Slut. Haha, it's funny, 'cause it's true. Ha. Ha. Ha. I walk down the cursed hallways. Occasionally, I get tripped by a popular slut whore girl. And since I'm only in two classes with Louis, every kid attacks me. Like, they think Louis is my only supporter. Well, he isn't. He may help me with some jerks, but I know how to defend myself. AKA, fighting. Not just kicking and punching, I know real moves of how to defend myself. But since I'm in a school, the teachers usually get the defender in trouble. So, why bother? Be like Winne the Pooh.
"Lottie! Where is Louis now? Ditching you? Ha, no one could love you! Just die, not even Lou will care." Said Katie, the most slutty, bitchy, hoe on the block.
"Like Lottie could have friends. Even the nerds in school have friends." Said Sasha. Sigh. Annoying bitches.
"Well, at least a Barbie doll is my friend. She isn't as fake as you guys are. Lay off the eye lashes, Katie. They keep landing on my clothing. Sasha, lay off the eye liner, you raccoon. And Bree, please stay off the blush. Sweet Jesus, I think I see a fly or two behind those layers." I say and walk off.
I am so telling Louis this conservation. He will so crack up and we wont stop laughing for ages. I felt being pushed down, and see the Bitchy Three standing in front of me. Ugh, do they want more truth about them?
"What else do you want, advice how to be normal and not covered in-" I felt a kick to the side. Pain came, and left.
"Oh my God, I'm so hurt! Oh my God, mommy! Help me!" I sassed, getting up. Anger flushed through their faces, and I ducked a punch from Sasha. I stepped back from another punch, but from Bree. I chuckled. These girls think they can hurt me. Ha. Ha. Ha. Zach and Brent taught me how to defend myself from their crazy fans, or even in dangerous times.
"Bitch, you wait. Tomorrow, people will wonder why the hell your face is coated in make-up." Bree hissed. Ha. Like they could hurt me.
" Yeah, sure, whatever." I rolled my eyes and walked to study hall. I sat down in my desk, and saw a pair of eyes staring at me. It was some young looking girl. Sophomore, or Freshmen. I waved, and she smiled.
"Why you starin' at me?" I question.
"'Cause you stood up against the . . . the . . . you know, those three girls." She said, racking her memory for their name.
"Bitchy Three? Meh. They can be a bit imitating, but really, they are dumb, good for nothing, losers. They can't even throw a good punch. Or kicks. Just, soft taps." I say, and her face brightens.
"They bully me a whole bunch. Maybe you can defend me?" She asks. Awh. Adorable.
"Hell yeah. I would save anybody from bullies." I say, and she smiles big. Dimples. So adorable.
"Lauren. I'm in year 9, in case you are wondering." She says, and I nod.
"Lottie-"
"I already know you, silly! You are all around the school, now. News spreads fast here, and I have no idea how." She cuts, and I nod again. Mrs. Fritz came in, and we shushed up, and did our extra work.
"CHARLOTTE MYERS TO THE OFFICE PLEASE, CHARLOTTE MYERS TO THE OFFICE PLEASE, THANK YOU." Boomed the speaker. The kids went 'Ohhhh!' and I stood up. I walked down the halls, and entered the principles office. (A/N I forgot if I made the principle a name (And gender!), and if I did, too bad! New one then :P)
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My Immortal (Louis Tomlinson Fan Fiction)
FanfictionI'm so tired of being here Suppressed by all my childish fears And if you have to leave I wish that you would just leave 'Cause your presence still lingers here And it won't leave me alone These wounds won't seem to heal This pain is just too real T...
