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

Chapter 10 - A New Pal

A/N Hello all my lovely readers!! I just wanted to say a MASSIVE thank you to you all, i've so far received 15 votes for this story, and baring in mind this is only the 10th chapter it means i've more votes than chapters so WOOOOO! Thank you all so much! This chapter is a little more violent, there are reasons for it that will become clear later in the story but i thank you all so much for your support! Every read means so much to me and i love you all! Anyway, i hope you like this chapter!! Happy reading! xxxxx

Louise’s POV

Walking into detention for the second day running, I couldn’t help but already feel like it was a complete waste of time. What is this going to solve? If I punch someone what are they going to do? Extend my detention? I’ve already got this for a year! How is that even legal?!

“Louise.” David acknowledged me as I walked in the room. I looked over to see him sitting on his own.

“Where are Josh and Frank?” I asked almost instantly.

“How would I know? They’re not my friends…” He laughed as he stretched out and put his feet on the table. There was a small pause before he carried on. “So you’re here because you punched both of them?”

“Yeah.” I let out a small laugh. “I nearly broke Frank’s nose. Josh got hit about five minutes later by Conor…”

“Those guys…” He shook his head. “What a waste of time…”

“You got that right!” I nodded enthusiastically. I began to walk to the seat I was sitting at yesterday.

“Hey. Why don’t you sit over here?” He pointed to a chair close to him. “I think we got off on the wrong foot yesterday… We’ve got a year of each other’s company!” He gave me a small wink. Don’t ask me why, but I walked straight over there and sat down with one table between us.

“A year of this, huh?” I rolled my eyes. “I’m bored of it already!” I pulled out the book I attempted to read yesterday and put it on the table.

“You gonna be reading that book for a year?” He gazed over to it.

“Well I only managed one sentence yesterday so you never know it could take me that long… Maybe even longer!” I let out a small laugh.

“You know, I really can’t see how a girl like you could be in here for getting into fights…” His voice suddenly became softer and he looked into my eyes.

“A girl like me?” I questioned. Where was he going with this?

“Well you seem so nice and gentle, kind and happy, you know? Not like Conor; he looks like a fighting kind of man.” David shrugged.

“Ah, well thanks I guess! But it just goes to show you can’t judge a book by its cover!” I smiled.

“And those two made you sound like some sort of maniac!” He laughed. “Like you just pounced at them for no reason and that’s why they didn’t stand a chance…” I shook my head.

“What happened on those two days are some of my best memories… We’d fought before so they knew I was going to get them…” I looked to the floor. “But I just got there first.”

“That bruise on your face…?” David asked gently, in case there was a horrific story attached to it.

“Oh that was Josh. He wanted his revenge for punching him… When we were on the field?” I asked, wondering if he was one of the onlookers.

“Oh I heard that, but I didn’t crowd round like everyone does… I went and sat with my mates.”

“Well Josh threw mud at us so I punched him, he finally got a punch in but then Conor came and finished him off for me… Split his lip.” I smiled at the memory.