High school Is a Bitch

Chapter 1: The Beginning

Louis Tomlinson scoffed lightly as the group of rowdy boys bounced through the halls. He hated them with every being in his body. They were loud and obnoxious, crude and irritating, and most of all, they were complete assholes. Amongst the group of boys, there was only one that Louis had a soft spot for. His name was Harry Styles.

You see, they had been best friends as children. The boys refused to play with anyone else aside from one another. When they had met, the boys had 'clicked' instantly and they would play out in the giant expanse of woods behind their houses. They would pretend to be knights whose mission was to slay the mighty dragon and rescue the fair princess from her confines. There was always one problem that followed with that game, who would be the knight, and who would be the princess. Harry had always argued that he had to be the knight because Louis was too "pretty" to be such a masculine figure. Louis would come back with the whole, 'I play footy and you are more girly so I should be the knight' excuse. So, they decided to switch roles every now and again. But, as they grew older, they grew farther and farther away.

It wasn't until the beginning of Highschool that they both had completely stopped talking to each other. They had gone into their own cliques. Harry being the one who got along with everyone and was very easy on the eyes, got sucked in with the popular. Louis on the other hand, being extremely smart and 'pretty', was forced into a lower class. He was too pretty to be a nerd, but apparently too smart to be in the popular group. He was nestled right in the middle, and Louis was completely fine with that. His only complaint was that all the guys harassed him because his figure was girly. He was curvy, so what? Anyway, he believed the popular group to be ignorant and overly cautious about their images. For the most part, he was right, he usually is. Harry and Louis, now in their senior year of Highschool are two completely different people.

Louis grabbed his things from his small locker, and attempted to head for his class. He expertly maneuvered his way through the crowd, only to be stopped by Nick, one of the dickheads who managed to get into the popular crowd.

"Hey twink, where's your daddy?" he said, touching louis arm. Louis shuddered, forcing his head away from Nick..

'Fucking creep' He thought.

"What? No sassy remark today, or are you submitting to me like the slut you are?" he smirked, fingers forcing Louis face to look at him..

"Nick, you might wanna save your breath, You're going to need it to blow up your date tonight". Louis replied, venom dripping on every word he spoke. Nick just stood there, smirking at him. Louis smiled as he saw Liam walk up behind nick.

"Nick, I believe you have a class to attend to?" Liam said, voice stern.

Nick sighed, his grasp on Louis face fell.

"You will submit to me one day, you got that princess?" He whispered.

He turned towards Liam, jaw tensed.

"Why yes, Mr. Payne. I believe I do have a class I need to attend to., i'll be seeing you later, Louis.

Nick sauntered off down the hall. Once out of sight, Louis let out a sigh of relief.

"Thank you so much Liam, I thought that creep would never leave." Louis said.

"Anything for my little brother! He such a fucking creepster anyway. Well, you are late for class right now, but, I wrote you an excuse because I know the struggle." He said, handing a small yellow slip to Louis.

"Thank you again. I gotta run, I'll see you tonight?"

"You know it!" He replied.

Louis took the slip from his older brother and nearly ran to his classroom, his books to his chest. As he drew closer to the classroom, he slowed his pace to a walk. He felt the cool metal of the door handle beneath his fingertips as he opened the wooden door. Upon entering the classroom, he collided with a warm body. Louis was sent to the floor from by the sheer force of the collision. His books went everywhere. He rubbed his head as he sat on the floor.

"Ow," he said to himself.

"Oops!" A voice said.

Louis froze, he'd know that voice from anywhere. He looked up, blue eyes meeting green.

He bumped into Harry-fucking-Styles. 'Say something! ' His inner voice yelled to him.

"Hi!" he mustered out. Harry squatted down, picking up Louis things that had fallen.

"Let me get this" he said, dimples showing through his large grin.

He stood up, holding out a hand to Louis. A hand,which Louis gladly took, hoisted him from the floor. Once on his feet, Louis dusted himself off. Harry gave him his stuff, apologised once more, then walked around him, leaving the classroom. Louis looked down at his stuff that Harry had given back to him and shoved it all into his satchel. He quickly shook himself into reality, and looked around the room. All eyes were on him. Girls snickered at the encounter he had just had. The teacher waltzed over to him and said:

"Do you have a late slip?"

To which he didn't reply, he merely shuffled through his bag, fishing out the small slip and handing it to his teacher.

"Alright, go take your seat and turn to page 397 in your textbook"

Louis nodded, making his way to his seat at the back of the classroom.

Time dragged on slowly as the day went on. He had been harassed four more times. The sexual comments where more directed towards his ass, and his love handles. One guy even told him, in detail, how he'd like to hold him down and fuck him into oblivion. He blushed furiously to the perverted confession, and quickly walked away.

As the time to leave finally dragged around, he was ready to go home and get next week's homework done so he wouldn't have to do it during the weekend. When the long awaited bell rang throughout the school, bodies poured out from the building in a rush to get home.

Louis rushed to get to his porsche. Yes,he did indeed have a Porsche. As most kids at his school, his parents were also wealthy. He never asked them for anything unless it was of utmost importance, no matter how many times his mother wanted to spoil him raw. He believed that it was their money, not his. Besides he had a job, working at a library isn't as bad at one might think. Money aside, He began to pull out his keys when a pair of hands covered his eyes.

"Guess who!" A voice said eagerly. His stomach dropped as he heard the all too familiar voice.

'Fuck..'

~~~~~~~~~~~TBC~~~~~~~~~~~~
Hi!
So I'm shit at writing, however I try. So, I hope you enjoyed the first chapter of my new story!