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Chapter 4

Song: WILD- Troye Sivan

"'Cause when you look like that, I've never ever wanted to be so bad, oh, and it drives me wild. You're driving me wild, wild, wild"

Delilah

The bell rings, notifying students and teachers that second hour is done with. I quickly grab my bag, trying to avoid talking to the boy I was incredibly rude too.

Of course, God hates me so he does the opposite of what I hope.

"Hey," the boy says while catching up to me.

"Hi," I say quietly, gripping onto my backpack straps to try and keep calm. My feet pick up their speed, the boys eyebrows furrowing.

"When you ran into me this morning, uh, my phone dropped and cracked," he informs me.

"And?" I sass. He stops, my feet stopping as well.

"So I'd like it if you could pay to fix it," he says with a much more manly tone.

"No," I say in a bitchy voice.

"Yes," he says in the same tone. "You ran into me and walked away without even helping me to pick up my things or see if I was okay."

"That's not my problem," I state.

"Yes, it actually is," he says. I bite my lip, contemplating if I should pay for his phone or not.

I can use my savings money so my mom wouldn't know and if she does ask I'll just say I needed to buy a school textbook.

"Fine, when do you want it by?" I ask, rolling my eyes.

"As soon as possible," he tells me. "I'm Louis, by the way," he informs my brain.

"Great," I sarcastically say. I grab a pen out of my backpack, pulling his hand towards me. I instantly get a large shock that runs through my body when our hands make contact. I jump slightly, looking at him as he gives me a weird look. I shake my head, writing my number on the back of his hand. I let go as soon as I'm done, bowing like the smartass I am.

"Thanks," he smiles. I mentally capture his smile, loving how his eyes crinkle when he does.

"What's your name again?" He asks, catching me off guard.

"Delilah," I quickly tell him.

"I'll call you tonight then, Delilah," he says. I shrug, probably not going to answer due to being at Niall's.

"Alright," I say and turn around. I walk away, heading to my third hour class.

The periods after that go by quickly to my luck, only receiving homework in French class.

At the end of the day, I walk to my locker and place my textbooks in hourly order. I shut the blue rusty locker, heading out to my car.

Once I arrive to my car, I hop in and start the engine. I set my bag in the passenger seat, pulling out and heading towards the elementary school to pick up Joseph.

As I wait to get out of the parking lot, I see Louis waiting to get in the line I was in. He slowly inches forward, my foot pressing the breaks to let him in.