Infatuate//l.t

Chapter 1//

Louis; 

  I woke up to a raging headache and ringing in my ears. I examine the room and it's unfamiliar. 

There are solo cups on the ground and a bunch of clothes thrown everywhere. 

As I stand up, I can't help but smell an atrocious smell of smoke and alcohol. 

I peer down at myself and luckily I have all my clothes on.

I walk out of the room and see a bunch of half naked bodies, wasted and passed out everywhere.

 I head out the door and take my phone out of my pocket. It's fucking 8:30 in the morning and I've got to be at soccer practice at 9:15. I don't even know where the hell I am. Oh and of course my car isn't here. I bet my roommate Dylan took it home last night. 

Guess all I can do is try to run and make it to soccer practice.

 I'm running down the street and everything seems a bit more familiar.

 I'm about 3 blocks from the practice field I'm sure I can make it. 

As I'm running down the gloomy streets I look around and notice how peaceful it is without all the chaotic traffic like there is in the afternoon. 

 Since I was not looking ahead of me I ran into someone. 

"Fuck I'm so sorry, let me help you up love", I say as I lend the girl a hand. When she stands up, I can't help but stare at her beautiful pale complexion and her stunning green eyes. 

"It's okay. I'm alright", she spoke with such ease and carefulness. 

"I was just in a rush to get somewhere and wasn't paying attention. I'm really sorry. You sure you're good?", I really hope I didn't harm the girl in anyway.

"Oh I completely understand. I was on my way somewhere as well. I'm fine I promise." She spoke so calmly. I don't know too many people who can have so much serenity in situations like this.

"Well then what's your name? I'm Louis by the way", I ask while giving her a light smile. At this point, I could care less if I'm late. 

"It's Scarlett. I like your name Louis. If you don't mind can I call you Lou? I give everyone nicknames." I've just met this girl and I can tell she's different. But I don't mean that in a bad way. She's so captivating and interesting. 

"Well If you call me Lou, then I get to call you Scar. Alright Love?", I asked while laughing. 

"Why yes of course. It's the only thing I could do for someone that pushed me to the ground", she states, giggling. "Just messing with you. Everything is cool Lou", she added with a smile. Gosh even her smile blew me away. How can someone be so fascinating? 

"Well Scar. I've got to go but could I have your number so we could go out for coffee or something?"

"Sure. Just so we can go drink coffee or something not because I like you", she spoke and took my phone.

"Awe why don't you like me? I'd like to think I'm fucking awesome", I said chuckling. 

"Just because you don't completely interest me now doesn't mean anything. You never know what I may think of you tomorrow." And with that she hands the phone back and waves. "See you soon Lou."

Shit it's 9:08. I start back up and jog my way to the fields.

Scarlett; 

I blink a couple times until my eyes adjust to the light coming from my windows.

I can't help but yawn. I stayed up all night writing my term paper for English.

Speaking of school, i grab my phone from its charger and see it's 8:25. Oh no I have to be in English in an hour. 

I quickly threw on a blue & white striped tank top with some black jeans and a long comfortable cover up. 

As quick as I can I put on some light powder and some mascara. Then I threw my hair into a ponytail.

I dash out the door with my journal and I now have only 30 minutes to get to class.

I'm recklessly running down the quiet streets trying to get to my college in time.

Out of nowhere someone ran straight into me. 

I stumble backward onto the ground luckily not dropping anything. 

"Fuck I'm so sorry, let me help you up love", I hear the man say with a strong accent. 

As I look up at him, I'm completely astonished by him. He had piercing blue eyes and a smile that could kill.  

We carry on our conversation and I couldn't help but notice how genuinely nice he was being for a guy that was in such a rush.

We soon parted our ways, but not without giving him my number. I may have played a little hard to get, but I was surely intrigued by Louis. There was just something about him.