So What? (A Conor Maynard Fan/Pop Fiction)

Chapter 3 - Causing Havoc

Louise's POV

I sighed heavily as I strolled into Chemistry ten minutes late. Stupid talk with Mr Gregory... Now I'm going to get shouted at for the millionth time today. My mum calling me up has already put me in a bad mood and I still have two lessons to go! I opened it and instantly the whole classes eyes were on me, staring into my soul.

"Finally decided to join us, Louise?" Miss Daniels, my most hated teacher said sarcastically. Her eyes narrowed and her lips pursed. I stared at her wrinkly face and felt disgusted. Just don't say anything, Louise, or you'll end up back with Mr Gregory...

"I was talking to Mr Gregory." I said quickly as I walked to my seat next to Ross.

"Well, you're going to have to catch up with everything you've missed." She shrugged and turned back round to write on the board.

"What happened?" Ross asked, concerned.

"Conor and I were pulled into Mr Gregory's office. We're on a 'three strikes and you're out' thing." I shrugged.

"Three strikes?" Ross said, shocked. "Did that count as one?" I looked around the classroom, people were still staring at me so after a quick evil glare they turned back to face the front. I smiled at Ross.

"No. It doesn't." He looked at me as if to say 'continue'. "Conor stuck up for me and we managed to persuade Mr Gregory that it shouldn't..." Ross stared at me in disbelief.

"Conor stuck up for you?" He repeated. I nodded. "I never thought I'd hear those words in the same sentence!" He shook his head in shock.

"Oh don't worry, he told me then and there he only stuck up for me to get out of it... He wasn't being nice..." I laughed. "And-" I was suddenly interrupted by the fire alarm sounding. What the hell? I, along with every girl in the class, looked out of the window to see the rain pouring down heavier than it had for years. The rain sounded like it was going to crack the windows as it hit it, the wind forcing it to fly at the school at 70mph. The grumbles from the popular girls grew as they refused to go out in that weather.

"Everyone, let's go, come on, chop chop!" Miss Daniels said patronisingly. If there was one strike I'd be willing to get, it'd be for punching her in the face or throwing her off the end of the earth. I grabbed my bag, which I'd luckily not unpacked, and walked out with Ross and the rest of the class with my coat in my hand.

I swear this isn't rain, it feels more like hail, it's hitting me and it hurts. I threw my coat on quicker than ever before and put my hood up, suddenly feeling a little bit better about being stuck out here. It wasn't good at all, but at least I wasn't going to be entirely soaked. The thing with English weather is the unpredictableness of it. It's literally sunny and hot one minute and raining the next. Today it just rained...

"The reason we are all out here, you'll be pleased to know, is because someone pressed the fire alarm. So if that person wants to come forward to me at some point that'll be wise because we're gonna stand out here until that person comes forward." Mr Keaton shouted across the field we all stood in, the ground getting muddier and more difficult to stand in as time went on. "I'll happily wait until the end of school and later..." He added, scowling at every person looking up at him.

"Come on!" Numerous people shouted. "Just come forward!" "I don't want to stand out here all day!"

"Well, let's do the register and hope someone will eventually come forward. Stand in your classes in register order." The entire school moved into order. Each had a number and a letter. The number was the year you were in and depending on how many classes in the year, you'd have a letter of the alphabet. Not very creative I know!! Ross and I walked, well trudged, through the mud to our class's line, but something caught my eye. Josh. No, not in that way... He was bent down, tying up his shoelace, but he kept looking up at Conor who was walking to his class line. Before I could think any more about it, he grabbed a load of mud in his hands and threw it at Conor, it splatting across the back of his leather jacket. Conor shot round and the look he gave Josh sent tingles down even my spine. The whole school had stopped to look at them, ready for a fight to ensue. I on the other hand was worried about him getting expelled – yeah it would have only been strike one, but it means only two more strikes before he gets expelled! Then who would I look at? Who would I dream would notice me? I ran over and stood in front of Conor, his fists clenched, his breathing heavy. The school held their breath. It was silent. Was he just going to push me out the way and run at Josh, or wouldn't he? He doesn't hit girls, but does he push them?