The college Jock//Louis tomlinson

chapter three

After the little show me and Tomlinson had,he wouldn't stop bothering me.He would either kick my legs from under the tables or chant 'angel' from under his breath or even try to poke my thigh but I would swat his hand away,he is really annoying.I looked over at him and glared narrowing my eyes.

"Ms.Ruby Dawson,would you name one of the works of shakespeare?" Mr.Smith asked,I was internally scolding him for mentioning my name,now Tomlinson knows.I looked over to him who was smirking at me.Fuck you tommo..

"Um,Romeo and Juliet." I smiled.

"Very good Ms.Dawson." I smiled once again.

"Kiss ass" I hear Tomlinson say covering It up with a cough harry laughed and I glared at him,I clenched my jaw and turned to look at him while Mr.smith was explining something I didn't care to hear about,I kicked his leg and he winced clamping his hand across his mouth.

"Fuck off,Tomlinson." I snarled lowly.

"You'll regret that,Dawson." He snapped putting emphasis on my surname,I hate It when people call me by my last name,don't ask why It's a long story I've gotten used to people calling me by name or nicname which Is angel,I know weird right but what's normal to some people Isn't normal to me,not everyone has had the same lifestyle.

"Oh,I'm so scared." I whispered sarcastically,Tomlinson pulled out his phone and started tapping away on It,my phone rang and I took It out of my bag trying to silence It.I had a text *You should be* the text read,I looked at Tomlinson who was stuffing his phone In his pocket,he winked at me.

"Mr.Smith,Dawson here Is playing with her phone." Louis called out,my eyes widened and I relised that my phone was still In my hands,that bastard he framed me.

"Ms.Dawson give me your phone." Mr.Smith said gesturing me my phone,I stood up abruptly and glared at Louis.

"He framed me,I won't give you anything." I snapped.

"Oohh Is Angel gonna cry." Tomlinson chanted,I charged at him but Mr.smith grabbed my wrists and pulled me towards him snatching the phone from my hands.

"You two get out and when you calm down come bac In." Mr.Smith demanded,I glared at Tomlinson and pushed my desk away roughly making my way down the aisle and to the door,I yanked It open and stormed out,I didn't hear the door click close,meaning Tomlinson Is following me.

"Aren't you an angry little angel." I heard him laugh,that's It I've had enough,I spun around he was standing facing me with his hands In his pockets and a smirk plastered on that pretty face of his.I ran towards him and grabbed him by the collar,he grabbed my hands and slapped them away roughly grabbing my wrists and pushing me up against the wall his body pressed against mine and face inches away.

"I'm stronger than you,Angel." He hissed.

"Well I'm angrier." I snarled kneeing him in his crotch,he fell to his knees and I started walking away but not before he wrapped his fingers around my ankle making me fall flat on my face I felt his weight climb on top of me and spin me around pinning my hands above my head both his legs on both sides of my body.

"I really hate you,Tomlinson." I hissed.

"You have no Idea,Dawson." He said breathlessly,he stared at my lips than gazing at my eyes,I narrowed my eyes at him and tried freeing from his grip.

"Get off me." I snapped.

"Gladly." He got off me,and stepped away.Finally,the bell rang,I got up and waited for the students to come out of class so I can get my bag,Zayn came out with my bag In his hands and I smiled.

"Thanks." I said.

"So,what did you and Louis do out here?" He asked.

"It wasn't very pretty." I shrugged and he laughed.