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Chapter 6

Song: Hurricane- The Fray

"She's so fierce and full of fire, what's the boy to do? She doesn't act humble, she's got the power, she's barely five foot two, she's a hurricane"

Delilah

I sit down in my usual spot, hoping Louis wouldn't sit next to me. I grab my doodle notebook, opening up to the next clean page. I start to draw a weird pattern, but like the way it starts to turn out.

The bell rings, Louis rushing in quickly with messy hair. He looks around, our eyes locking a stare as he walks towards me.

I quickly break the tension, connecting my pencil with my paper again. I continue the pattern, Louis sitting next to me. I close my eyes, taking a deep breath as I set my pencil down and look over at him.

He was already staring.

"Why must you sit right next to me?" I ask in frustration.

"Because it's fun to annoy you," he replies. I bite my lip, furrowing my eyebrows and looking at the teacher.

The teacher starts talking, my mind going elsewhere- until Louis starts talking.

"Did you know that it takes 150 to 300 days to get to Mars?" Louis informs me. I roll my eyes, shrugging sarcastically.

"No... Really?" I gasp. He nods, a smirk finding its way on his face.

"And about three days to reach the moon," he continues. I drop my pencil, sitting back in my seat and crossing my arms.

Louis' cut off by my teacher, a smile actually finding its way onto my face due to the teacher telling us something.

"Today is the start of a new project you all will be required to do. Just recently we finished Romeo and Juliet. Your project consists of picking one of your favorite plays Shakespeare wrote, and acting out a scene of your choice from the play. Obviously, Romeo and Juliet is off the list, but you can do any other one! You will have two to three partners in each group. You guys sadly don't get to pick your partner for this project," our teacher tells us. I groan, throwing my head back. But deep inside I'm extremely excited for this. I absolutely adore Shakespeare and his writing.

"Jimmy, you'll be paired with Lila as group one," she starts talking. "Greg, Tammy and Giza, you're group two. Quinn and Henry; group three. Group four; Piper, Megan and Kayla," I tap my pencil against the desk. If I'm paired with Louis I will have a fit and be so angry-

"Louis and Delilah, you're group eight," she says. My eyes widen, looking over to Louis with a hard glare as his eyes light up. He starts laughing, gasping.

"Ohh shit," he says through laughter. "How lucky am I!?" He questions. The class looks over at us, my hand making contact with his arm.

"Ow," he hisses. He holds his arm, my eyebrows raising.

"Shut the fuck up," I whisper yell. His smile creeps back onto his face, my eyes rolling again.

"I will put a list of Shakespeare's plays up on the board. If the one you picked is taken, pick a different one. There will be no repeats! The project is due next Wednesday," she informs the class. I lean forward, putting my head in my hands.

"C'mon Delilah! It won't be that bad," Louis smiles. I look at him, barely moving my head from my hands.

"For you," I trail off. "I don't have the time to do this shit," I mutter.

"Well make time," he sasses. I give him the finger, his heavenly laugh echoing the room.

A few minutes of silent pass, Louis pulling me from my peacefulness as he taps on my shoulder.

"We should pick a play before all the good ones are gone," Louis informs me. I nod, agreeing with him for some reason.

"What're the options?" I ask him. He looks at me, pointing to the board. I look over, seeing words mixed together, my heart rate picking up. I recognize some, but others I can't make out what they say.

"I don't have my contacts, you read," I lie. He shrugs, starting to read them off.

"Hamlet, Othello, Twelfth Night, Julius Caesar-"

"Julius Caesar!" I say, almost too excited. Louis raises an eyebrow at me, but doesn't question my bubbly personality.

"Okay. I'll tell the teacher," he says. I nod, picking my pencil up to continue doodling.

My eyes follow him up to the teacher, watching him with every move he takes. I intently observe his back muscles moving and shifting through his tighter black shirt, my eyes trailing farther down to his bum. I nearly moan, watching as he moves his hand to his back pocket, lightly hitting his bum. I look back up to the side of him, trying to not do this in class. I smirk at the curve he has in his lips when he talks, making his accent thicker. If you took a picture of Louis mid-talk, you could literally see the accent in the picture.

I quickly shake my head, forgetting the plan I made this morning. I need to stay away from Louis.

Louis comes back a few minutes later, sitting down and smiling at me.

"We got it," he smiles. I shrug, continuing to draw. "What scene do you want to do?" He asks me.

"I don't care," I say in a monotone voice. His face drops, but I don't pay any attention to it.

"Okay..." He trails off.

The rest of the hour is silent between us, Louis just writing away. I would occasionally glance over at him, mentally cursing myself for not sticking to the damn plan.

Stay away, Delilah.

The bell rings, my notebook being stuffed into my backpack and feet taking me out of the classroom. I need to stop looking at Louis every god damn second I'm not doing something. I have to distract myself.

I need to find someone that can do just that.

"Delilah," Louis yells through the halls. My feet move quicker, trying to avoid talking to him. I run up the stairs, not hearing his voice anymore. I sigh in relief, entering my third hour class.

I smile, taking a seat and taking out my notebook. I look at the doodle I had spaced off on while drawing, my eyes widening.

Across the page is a few hearts along with a laced pattern that I had originally started with. But the thing I don't recognize is Louis' name written in cursive across the page. I quickly shut the notebook, looking around the classroom.

Fuck.

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