Putting the pieces back together

Chapter 2

The next day when i was going through the metal detector i felt a hand slide across my waist frighten and defensive i turned back instantly. I spotted Louis behind me and i eased a little since i knew him. But i still was defensive about my body being touched i spoke out. "Dont touch my waist or any part of my body for that matter." I spoke with a bit of anger. "Well im sorry then Em. Didnt know youd get mad it was just a friendly touch." I eased at the fact that he said sorry first and a little bit at the fact that he gave me a nickname. "Its ok, now you know not to do it again" "Yes m'am" he replied joyfully. Louis walked me to first class and i had sat at the back. Class was boring i learned everything i already learned at my old school . When i had got out of the class Louis was standing out at the door, waiting for me i suppose . I acted like i didnt noticed and tried to walk away. But he noticed me and jogged over towards me. I looked down at my schedule and pretended i forgot what class i had next. Louis snatched the paper from my hands and began to read through it. "Sweet.!" he remarked. I got confused what could be so sweet about a schedule im forced to follow by.!? "We have 5 periods together." He said answering my thoughts. "Oh which ones.!?" I asked like it didnt effect me."uhm we got chemistry, photography which you already know, gym, study hall, and lunch." "Oh" i said trying to sound uninterested to know. "Well lets go its time for chemistry and lucky for you no one sits at my table." Louis said "I wont be screamed at by some crazy bitch.!?" I joke. "No, ill save you" "great exactly what i needed a hero to save me." He chucked at the way i said my words so slow. When we got to class a random boy put his hand around my shoulders and began to hit on me. I didnt say anything in response and Louis got mad. I dont know why but he just punched him the face and walked away dragging me along. "What was that about.!?" I questioned "he was hitting on you and i dont like punk bitches on my girl.. i mean friend, were friends right.!?" "Yes were friends and whats this about me being your girl." "Oh nothing, nothing." He was hiding something and i knew it.