Noserings and Broken promises
~Previously~
'Louis' chuckles and grabs the bag he dropped "Okay.." he takes his lip ring between his teeth and looks at me "No thank you?" I come back to my senses "Oh! thank you.." I say nervously. He nods and walks off, looking back every few seconds. I stayed against the wall until he turned down the next hallway. I couldn't help but think that this wasn't the last time I would see Louis.
Chapter 3
I stood against the wall and blinked a few times to register what just happened. First, I was attacked by Jon, then I was 'rescued' by a rather sassy boy in all black. I sigh and pick up my bag, checking my phone for the time. It was eight thirty, my first class had already ended. I get off the wall and walk down the hallway, going to English. I get to the class room and take my usual seat at the front of the room. Louis was there, sitting at the back of the class room with head phones in, mindlessly bobbing his head to whatever beat his music was following. When I entered the room, he looked up at me with a glare, it sent chills up my spine. I pulled out my notebook and wrote down the notes that were on the board. As class droned on, I could feel Louis' cold blue eyes boring into the back of my head he was staring.. either that, or he was actually paying attention to the lesson. I highly doubt that he was. The teacher ended her speech about WWII and dismissed us. I got up and collected my things, trying to be quick so I wouldn't have to face Louis again. For some reason, he didn't like me...but then why would he help me? He confused me. I just met him, but I find myself thinking about his icy blue stare and the tattoos scrawled all around his arms. He was different, he was strange. I turned around quickly and knocked my books into something..someone. I looked up and see the smirk of the one person I didn't want to see, not Louis, Mary Bradford. "Ugh, you" she flipped back her beach blonde hair and scrunched up her nose. Mary doesn't like me, Im pretty sure she hates me. I dont know why though. I tried to move around her, but it was no use. She started rambiling on about how my hair looked like it doesnt even know what a brush was and how terrible my jeans looked on me "Oh and lets not forget that horrible sweater I mean- LOUIS!!!" Mary squeals and runs up to him. He looks up with an annoyed expression "Yes Mary?" Louis sighs. She leans on the desk beside him and twirls her hair in her hand "You're coming to my party on Friday, right?" her voice sounded like sugar coated nails on a chalk board. Louis looks up at me "Yeah, Im going with Christy."
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Noserings and Broken Promises
FanfictionEveryone knew he was trouble, or some would say, 'troubled.' You could tell from the black ink printed on his whole body, by the metal that that hung on his nose, eyebrows and his pink lips that always seemed to be turned in a frown. Nobody knew abo...
