Sweets ➸ Zouis (Discontinued)

ii - day ruiner

The pics of the outfits are Louis':) They'll be throughout the book.

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Louis sat in the back of History class, boredom engulfing his entire being. He hated history with all his might. He didn't see any interest in learning about what some dead guys did for his country. That just wasn't his cup of tea. In fact, no class was really his cup of tea. Except Art and Fashion Merchandising. Now those classes caught the teenager's interest.

So, as of now, in order to not bore him and make time pass, Louis pulled out a pack of fake nails from his purse along with some glue and nail polishes. He tried to be as quiet as possible as Mr. Aiden went over something about the Magna Carta. God, Louis regretted signing up for History this year. He had no choice though, he needed another semester of History in order to get all his credits so he can graduate. Sure, he had senior year, but Louis didn't wanna take it then. Next year was just gonna be filled with tons of fun electives.

Oh yeah, did Louis forget to mention that Zayn was in this class? That's right, first class of the school day he had with Zayn. That's another reason why he loathed this class. He could feel Zayn's burning gaze on him almost all the time and when Louis would glance at him in annoyance, the boy would just smirk and wink. It disgusted Louis.

But at least he only had one class with him. If Louis had more with the turd, he'd probably just drop out all together. Not really, but you catch his drift. He really hated Zayn.

Louis' eyes sifted back and forth between the two Essie nail polishes, one being a vibrant yellow that reminded him of Spring flowers and the other a pale blue that reminded him of the beach. Which one? Louis thought.

"I say the yellow. It'll compliment your skin tone more."

Louis looked up at the dreaded whisper-like voice that spoke, seeing the Devil himself staring at him. Louis' eyes shrunk to slits as he looked at him, huffing. God, he couldn't decide whether he hated where he sat or where Zayn sat. Either way they were too close to one another and one of them needed to move. Louis sat all the way in the back next to window while Zayn sat two seats in front of him to the right.

Louis flicked some of his caramel fringe from his eyes. "Do not talk to me."

Zayn raised his hands in defense. "I'm only trying to help."

"You wanna help me? Don't talk to me."

"Zayn, Louis? Is there a problem?" Mr. Aiden directed his attention to the two boys talking lowly in the back.

"No, sir" Louis smiled sweetly. Mr. Aiden rolled his eyes and went back to the board.

Louis glanced back at Zayn who was smirking at him. "What the fuck do you want?" He whispered harshly. "Stop looking at me you fucking creep."

"I can't help it."

Louis rolled his eyes and turned his attention away from him. He wasn't about to let Zayn ruin his day. He opened his pack of nails and began filing through them, trying to find the right sizes for his tiny nailbeds.

Zayn watched him and his task in complete and utter interest. Louis was a real character, Zayn knew that. Just the things he did made him want to drop everything and watch him.

He watched as Louis finally sorted out all his nails, laying them out in order neatly on his desk before glueing them on. Zayn couldn't help the chuckle that escaped his lips. It was just humorous that Louis was putting on nails in the middle of class.