Who Do I Pick (One Direction)

We're Twinzies!

We're Twinzies!

Chapter 8

"A school? Your surprise is to take me to a high school. Una Escuela?"

"Not just any school. I came here a year but left because they were all assholes to me." Louis mutters, a bit chafed.

"But why would they do that? Your so amazing" I say, sarcasm dripping from my voice.

"They were all just jealous." he mutters obviously not catching my sarcasm.

"Well great back story but may I ask why we are here exactly?" I raise an eyebrow.

He turns his face to me smiling mischievously "payback."

"You look really creepy right now tommo" I whisper, actually creeped out. His smile widens.

"Get the guns from the back" he informs and my eyes widen. I look at him in disbelief. He starts laughing. I'm serious he starts laughing. "I meant the paint ball guns."

"Oh"

"You never cease to amaze me Cecilia"

I wink at him.

"Wait. But can't we get arrested?"

He smirks. "I'm Louis Tomlinson."

I give him a blank look.

"annnd I brought masks to cover our identity." I look at him in disbelief again.

"Have you all this planned out?!" My British accent returns.

"Yep. Lets go." He pulls me.

"Only you lou, only you."

"Hey that rhymed." Louis states like its the most awesomest fucking thing in the world. I smile at his cuteness.

I grab the stuff from the trunk. Now I smile creepily. "Lets do this."

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"...Okay in any second they'll come barreling down the hallway. They usually smoke pot in the boys restroom. I don't know if they still do it in there though. It's been years, damn potheads." Louis mutters.

So basically there were these kids in Louis' year that always bullied him so we're gonna get payback on them, since they're the reason nobody else liked Lou.

I chuckle. "You really hate them, don't you?"

"Understatement of the century. They'd gather all their thugs and beat me up in front of girls, cowards they are. There was this one time, I had thee biggest crush on one of the thugs' sister, Marielle Con. Big mistake. He called up one of his delinquent buddies, forced Marielle to come and watch, and they'd beat me up in front of her. She didn't say anything, just watched, terrified."

I gasp. "That's horrible!" I shriek. That Marielle chick seems like a bitch, and somewhere in the pit if my stomach I get an uneasy feeling, knowing Louis liked . . . her. I oddly don't like her even if I haven't actually seen or met her.

"I know. I never talked or acknowledged her again." He murmurs, deep in thought. I smile to myself.

"Oh My God! Is that Louis Tomlinson?!?!" A high pitched, overly enthusiastic, but pretty brunette squeals. I wince.

"Hey! Shhh! You'll blow our cover. Get over here!" Louis whisper/yells, motioning her over which she complies like a pathetic trained puppy.

"Omg!! My names Kennedy! I came to this school because you used to come here but everyone is mean to me about it. But I'm a proud and dedicated Directioner and I knew one day I'd meet you-" I clamp my hand over her mouth, effectively shutting her up.