Barbara's [l.S Mpreg] editing

Chapter 11

PLEASE READ THIS!!!!

I'm sorry the classroom's picture is so blurry.

Also, I got asked how the classrooms are and I was like "I must show a picture" so I did. Here it is!

In this chapter I SKIP from time to time quite a lot. So, i'm sorry if you hate that.

BTW, this is kind of a filler chapter.

Hope you like the chapter! (not edited, woops)

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Monday, 7:56 am...

Louis wrote down on his notebook. He has always hated how the teacher makes them write what time they start working. Today, was supposed to be instrument practice but the teacher gave them some notes to copy down and then have to practice it on their instruments.

Louis played piano.

Liam was sitting beside him copying the notes. Louis looked up at the clock waiting for it to change time. It felt like an eternity. He blinked again, positioning his glasses, and stared at the clock. Liam would usually turn to look at him and then at his notebook, which only said Monday, 7:56 am. Louis turned to look at Liam with a pout.

"I think that clock is ruined." Louis told him.

"Lou, it's perfectly fine. Now, copy the stupid notes."

The blue eyed boy did as told and wrote the notes down. They were sitting on the seventh line. A girl Louis even knew existed was sitting beside him. She had a boring, emotionless expression pasted on her face.

When he finished copying the notes he closed the notebook and did a loud sigh of relief, placing his feet on the table. Liam chuckled and closed his notebook too. The girl beside him pushed his feet off the table and he huffed.

"Excuse me." Louis snapped and placed his feet again.

"That is against class policy." She said.

"It's against your policy to touch me." He growled.

"Whatever." The girl scoffed.

"Tomlinson." The teacher called out.

"Oh come on, there are like a thousand people in the same class but you always notice me. Am I that beautiful?" Louis protested and everyone burst out in laughter while the teacher blushed and stood up.

"Come on class, we're playing the instruments." The teacher changed the topic and walked to the door.

There were two doors in this classroom. The one that lets you out and in, and the one that takes you the music room. Everyone walked inside the huge music room and took their instruments. Louis walked to his piano – well, the school's piano – and sat down. Liam sat on a stool beside him with a guitar.

"Let's all play what you were supposed to practice on the weekend at the count of three." He teacher called out.

Louis had learned this song by practicing it just one time. He was really good. Liam did practice tons, as everyone else. The teacher counted to three and everyone played at the same time. The boy in the drums always thought he was better than anyone else, with his clique, and played as loud as possible. Earning them some cleaning instrument hours, also known as detention.