Sweets ➸ Zouis (Discontinued)

iii - the slap

It was a humid Wednesday morning. The bay windows to the classroom were open in pursuance of bringing in as much of a breeze as doable, but it was no use. There were many fans blowing that the teachers brought in for each classroom. Nonetheless, nothing seemed to beat that sticky, dry feeling on people's skin.

Students tried to get their mind off of the hot temperature by chit-chatting while waiting for Mr. Aiden to return from the printer in the teacher's lounge. It was backed up though because basically all the power in the school was being sucked up by the air conditioners and lights. So the printers were slow and so was the Internet connection. Mr. Aiden had been gone for a good five minutes and everyone knew he wouldn't be back for at least another ten.

Louis sat at his desk, one smooth-shaven leg crossed over the other as he tapped his silver sandals on the tile floor. He had Britney Spears stuck in his head, which he always did. Britney and Beyoncé were his queens.

Zayn took it upon himself to move out of his chair and sit on top of Mr. Aiden's desk. He sat on the wooden furniture, telling some story about him getting wasted at a college frat party the past weekend. All of the students, except Louis of course, were right there, surrounding him as they lent their ears to Zayn's juicy story. Louis rolled his eyes. Really Zayn was pathetic. Who goes around telling stories about how fucked up they got? Louis didn't find any of it interesting. It was just dumb.

"So then the cops came and me and my friends just dipped outta there, it was so crazy, best party I've ever been to. If you get the opportunity to attend a Kappa Sigma party, definitely go. Shit gets outta control there" Zayn finished with a laugh, the students joining in. Louis simply shook his head and scoffed, Zayn hearing it and shifting his eyes over to the lone, sassy student in the back.

"Problem?" Zayn asked with an attitude while cocking a jet black brow.

Louis glanced at him, his eyes rolling before going back to his cell phone.

Zayn watched him, his eyes skimming up Louis' body like they always do. The boy looked so sexy today. Well he always looked sexy, but today Louis was wearing high-waisted denim shorts that didn't come too far past his perky bum, and he had a smokey eye look for his makeup so he looked extra sexy. Zayn was so sure he looked like that just for him.

"Say, sweets why don't you come over here and sit on daddy's lap?" He requested with a lick of the lips, patting his jean-covered thigh. Some students snickered, while others whispered to their friends "why can't he say that to me? Louis is so lucky".

"Why don't I take my foot and ram it up your ass?" Louis replied sassily, everyone around going 'ooh', and Zayn smirked.

"Shouldn't I be putting something up your ass?"

"I hate you."

"You want me."

Louis peered at him, sighing almost dreamily. "You're right."

Zayn's brows shot up at that response, a smile similar to the Grinch breaking out on his face. "Really now? I figured."

"Yeah" Louis smiled. "I want you to die in a hole that is on fire and covered in cow shit."

Zayn's face fell. He should've known. "Creative."

"Thank you. I think about you all the time dying, I have even better creative ways" Louis flashed him a fake smile and looked away.