Troublemaker(Louis Tomlinson Fanfic)

Chapter 4

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Ariel's POV:

After lunch it was so stressful and agonizingly painful. 

Louis was back to being obnoxious and trying to make a move on me, whether it be by the snide comments he made or by trying to keep touching me, which was extremely irritating. If we weren't in school I would've socked the boy in the face by now. I ended up yelling at him twice, which got me in trouble with the teachers and resulted in him making fun of me because of how he got away with it. 

It. Was. Horrible. I had just finished showing him the last of the drama section when the last bell rang. "Thank the Good Lord!" I say, letting out a breath of relief and started heading to the front gates. "See you later loser!" I call and leave him behind...or so I thought.

"Not so fast babe." Louis' voice is right by my ear and I jump. I start to turn around to glare at him but he grabs my waist and crushes me to his chest. "What do you think you're doing?" I growl and elbow him in the ribs. He lets out a grunt and I free myself from his arms. I glare at him and he smirks at me.

 "Oh babe, I'm just trying to see how you feel. Just so I can get used to you." he says cheekily and winks. I groan and cross my arms angrily, giving him a dark look. He needs to get it through his thick head that I hate him, but obviously he's too dense to realize that. "You won't be feeling me anytime soon Tomlinson. That will never happen. So you can get that sick thought from your head and stay away from me."  I spit and his grin grows.

"Now you're making this a game. I like a good challenge." he says and I feel rage bubbling up inside me. "No. I'm not. You are. And I'm not interested in any game of yours." I growl and swivel around, walking away from him. 

I hate him. He's such a jerk and he's so forward with his thoughts and actions. Why would anyone tell you something like that? It's just WRONG. This is why I hate guys. People like him. And to think I'd play his little game?? Ugh, I really want to hurt this guy so badly, but sadly that would be frowned upon. 

I try to clear my brain as I walk home but it doesn't really help when I notice I'm being followed. The footsteps behind me were just loud enough that I could pick up on them and I sighed warily. "Great. Some lunatic is probably following me." I mutter to myself and turn around. My eyes widen at what I see.

"Louis?! Get away from me!" I scream and take off in a dead sprint down the sidewalk. I hear a laugh from behind me and then footsteps pounding on the sidewalk. My heart pounded in my chest as my eyes grew wide as I ran. WAS HE REALLY CHASING ME?? 

I made myself go faster than I thought possible. I heard heavy breathing behind me and I nearly screamed. He was really starting to scare me with all this. They said he was a bad boy but I didn't think he was some creepy stalker like this!! My house was within twenty feet whenever I was tackled to the ground.

I let out a muffled yelp of pain as my body hit the concrete and someone landing on top of me. When their weight lifts off me I flip over onto my back and face him with an outraged yet scared look on my face. Louis, on the other hand, has a huge grin on his face as he straddles me. "Now isn't this better? Nobody likes running." he says with a smirk and I narrow my eyes. "Besides..." he starts and leans down to whisper in my ear. "I like this position...and I like the way you put up a fight." his deep voice makes me shudder in a not so pleasant way. "G-go away!" I yell and he narrows his eyes. "And what makes you think I would do that?" he asks and I look down.

"I'll...I'll..." I try to think up of something but nothing comes to mind. Only fear consumes me and all I can think of is what happened to me, small little memories flashing in my mind and my heartbeat got increasingly faster. He chuckles and tilts my chin up so I have to look at him. "Exactly." he says and I try to hide my fear. I didn't want him to know I was afraid of him; he'd only make fun of me, plus I didn't want to have to try to explain myself. Finally I gain enough courage to bring my knee up to his stomach forcefully, making him groan in pain and fall off me. I took that as my chance to get up and start backing away.