Past Scars ( Louis Tomlinson )

Chapter 1

Another new morning brings another day of Hell, but as most call it, college.

I glance at the blue clock above the doorway. 7:30. I have an hour to get ready, eat breakfast and be at my English class before 8:35 when class begins. I am always five minutes early so I am assured a seat in the back corner. Not the one by the clock though. If you sit by the clock, people will constantly look back at the clock, which usually meant a glimpse of you, which, in my opinion, is creepy.

I sit up on the small twin sized bed and look around my dorm as I do every morning. My dad payed extra just to make sure I had a dorm to myself.

The walls are a dull cream color, almost white, but not quite. The floor is some creep brown carpet with a couple of mystery strains, aka pizza. On the right side was my bed with red plaid sheets and seven pillows pressed against the wall. A Beatles poster hung over the bed.

On the back wall a small window overlooking the courtyard with small curtains that looked the same shade of brown as the carpet. Except no mystery stains. By it sat a bookshelf with a several books, some picture frames, CD's, a radio and a couple of sentimental, valued items. On the left wall sat a wooden desk painted white with school supplies, toiletry bag and textbooks. My big, black swivel chair sat in front of the desk. Next to it was the closet packed with clothes and a body mirror.

The front wall had a coffee table with two large, red cushions on either side. A plastic water bottle and a small vase of flowers were placed on the table. A mini refrigerator and a microwave sat next to the table. A shell above it sat the non-refrigerated food. The wall was covered in old rock band posters, and a couple of Batman and Thor movie posters. One of the few things my father and I both shared an interest in.

I grabbed my blue towel, toiletry bag and a bra and panties. I walked down the hall to the girls bathroom. I personally hated it. I had a fear that someone would accidentally pull back the curtain. I pulled my hair into a bun, not wanting to wash it today and quickly shaved and washed my body. I put on the matching black underwear and bra, wrapped the towel around my chest and walked out back to my dorm.

I shoved the key into the the door and locked it behind me. I let my towel fall to the ground as I strutted over to the closet. It's to hot out for skinny jeans, so I slipped on my black short shorts with the fray at the bottom. I grabbed a random shirt off a hanger, which happened to be my pink junior year volleyball shirt with Waters and the number 24 across the back.

That was when I was still a normal teenager. No lingeries. I was a healthy weight. A mother that was alive. Friends. A boyfriend that didn't try and get in my pants. Everyone was happy. Everything was perfect. Tears welled up in my eyes as I pushed those thoughts into the back of my head. Not now Katherine. Not now.

I brushed my hair in front of the mirror. My light brown hair just fell over the bottom of my bra. Straight as a board, but thin so it always had that straightened look. I had small layers at the bottom so it didn't look so bland. I braided my hair down my side.

As I stood in front of the mirror, I took in my body. I had light brown eyes and perfectly plucked eyebrows. I had a tiny nose with freckles that ran across the center of my face. I was fair skinned and 5'10. I was 130 pounds. During my dark year, I got down to 110. I don't know how I handled that with all of my frequent sexual inter courses. Over that past few months I put on the twenty pounds, best feeling ever. I have a thigh gap, which caused girls to look at me with jealously. I didn't mind though. As long as they didn't know about my dark year, I was happy.

I applied black mascara, light brown eye shadow and natural tone lipstick. The usual. Except sometimes I change up the eye shadow, but I try and keep it basic.

I slipped on black flip flops, slung my Victorias Secret floral bag on my shoulder which contained homework, notebooks, my book, phone, wallet and tampons. Of course my damn period started yesterday. Not to mention a week early.

I locked the door behind me and started down the hall to the campus. I easily dodged everybody in the courtyard and made it to class. I opened the door and headed back to my corner. Everybody started filing in, all taking the middle of the classroom.

The class was about to begin, and he has yet to show. Excitement flowed through my veins, hoping he wasn't here. But of course, seconds before the bell, the Devil walked through the door and made it to the empty seat beside me.

People also refer to the Devil as Louis. Louis Tomlinson.

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~AL