Greasy

7.) The plan

I wake up with the world worse headache. I immediately regret alcohol. I look at where I am and am glad to be home.  I stumble to my medicine cabinet and get five advel. I take it with water and wait for the pain subside.

I get new clothes on and hear the doorbell ring. Great. I think to myself as I stumble to get the door. I brace myself for the bright devil that is the sun. I open up only to have it pushed open. I stumble back, come right in. I mumble still unaware of who dared to bother me. If you can't tell i'm not really a morning person. I close the door and stretch as a yawn escapes my lips. 

"Ew, I can smell the morning from here." I here Catlin say, giving me an answer to my who dare bother me  question.  I smile and wave my hands at her as if to shoo her away. My attempts are useless she's still standing there laughing. 

"I don't do mornings." I retort. She turns on her heels and sits on our couch. 

"Me either but I had to see you." I sit by her and cross my legs leaning my head on her shoulder. 

We sit in silence just gathering our thoughts remembering the events of last night and not really wanting to admit any of it. "I saw. How you holding up?" She asks. I stay quiet as her voice stops and nods understanding.  That whole not wanting to admit it. I still like him but I can't and won't. 

*******that monday (two days later)*******

I get to school and head straight to my first period. Everyone's still talking about the party and the , mysterious new guy. I assumed they meant me unknowingly. I get my notebook out with a smug look on my face kinda honored by the attention. I sit in class and take down notes and doodle when the teacher get repetitive, like they tend to.  

Second period involves a little more work but I manage. On my way to third i notice I haven't seen Louis at all today. I saw one of his friends get dragged in the bathroom by another of Louis' friends  and figure now would be a good time to "wee" I follow behind and hide in a stall as they talk. 

"His dad's back." One says. My heart sinks as I hope they're not talking about Louis. 

"Is that why he's not at school today?" The other asks. Nothing I imagine a nod was given to answer the question. The same voice then says, "How bad do you think?" 

"Very, we need to tell someone." The other friend responds. The door opens and I hear shoes claking against the tile floor then a perky female voice speaks with a harsh tone. I figure it's Eleanor. She chimes into the conversation with, "Boy's we are not doing anything. And to think otherwise is a death wish. Louis has a reputation to protect. Summer break is over and so is sunshine and hope. There's a rainbow behind every disaster there always is and always will be. The rainbow is gone for now but will be back. When that dick hole leaves." A silence falls. 

"Dick hole? We're talking about Louis' father not your next lunch El." One says in a joking tone to lighten the mood. I've become numb so I don't laugh really, but they do. 

"Whatever Niall, now what's the story gonna be for when he comes back?" She say with a slight giggle in her voice from who I presume is Niall based by her response.  "How about old fashion gang? One of their members shut down the party and Louis fought them and still hasn't recovered since. " 

"Sounds good" Niall says. With a little hesitation. 

"Cool." The other guy says. And with that I watch through the crack of the stall as they all leave before I breath again. 

I leave just in time to make it to my third period late. I walk to the office get my tardy slip and the ladies at the desk playfully joke at how 'bad' I am for this. I thank them as I take the slip and make it to class having now missed half the class. I take my seat and listen to the teacher drone on about how important the next few years are going to be. 

I laugh a little to myself knowing someone must have made the mistake of asking. I lay my head down finding what's being taught as irrelevant.  This whole i've been thinking about Louis, and Louis and me and other such thoughts and i've never wondered about his dad i've met his mom a few times but never his dad. But his friends have and don't seem to approve. He sounds like a bad guy. Was he the one that shot up the party? 

I shiver at the thought of a family member being so cruel. I've been privileged to have a super cool and laid back mom  like mine. But to think that someone could do what they're saying his dad... no..he mustn't. He dose.

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