Bully to Bully

Louis' House

I ate lunch in silence whilst the others laughed and joked. We sat on a circular table and I sat in between Louis and Liam. Louis' leg weirdly leaned against mine and when I tried to shuffle away he leaned in closer.

I only ate half of my sandwich because every time I swallowed a mouthful, it felt like I was eating fire and my chest was being torn apart. Louis finished the rest.

Eating dinner took up all of lunch and it was soon time for Maths and then RS (Religious Studies) last thing. I couldn't walk as fast as I normally could but Louis stayed with me as we walked to Maths, the others had English anyways.

He didn't kick me or hurt me all the way through Maths but he made sure our bodies were uncomfortably close. I felt just like I did yesterday when Louis "comforted" me.

"Excited for tonight?" Louis asked me as the teacher wrote the homework on the board. I pretended to not hear him because I had no idea what he was on about so I continued to scribble the homework down in my planner.

"Hmm?" He tapped my arm and I looked up at him. He looked me in the eyes, waiting for my answer.

"Errrrrrrm?" I wondered as I racked my brain for what he could be talking about. Louis sighed and gave up. He turned his head back down to his planner and started writing the homework down.

"You're having tea at mine." He huffed and I could hear the disappointment in his voice. Was he disappointed that I couldn't remember that I was going over to his house? Did he feel let down? I shook my self out of my thoughts and lied to him.

"Oh sorry, yeah I am." I wasn't.

"Good." He said bluntly and I could tell that I had put him in a bad mood.

Great.

"Dismissed!" The teacher shouted over the class which signalled chair scrapings and chattering to erupt around the room.

The class filed out through the open door and I followed Louis through the sea of students in the corridors. RS was interesting but like whenever I dread something, the time flew by.

Louis turned to me again.

"I'm taking you home first but tell your mum to be at our's by 5:30-6:00pm. What time?"

"5:30-6:00pm." I replied to impress him.

He nodded and we threw our bags over our shoulders. We walked out of the classroom and Louis walked quicker than before and I sensed that he was annoyed with me. Urgh.

Because Louis was walking so fast, I got tangled up in a knot of year 7s running down the hallway and he merged in with the rest of our year. I couldn't see him anymore but the only way he could go was forward or through two exit doors on the left.

I watched the doors closely to see if Louis was leaving and if not I would just have to follow the crowd and try to catch up with him. Not Louis. Too short. Not Louis. Too fat. Not Louis. Blonde. Not Louis. Girl. No- wait. Louis! He's leaving!

I tugged myself through the year 7s and squeezed through to the doors. The sudden release from the crowd made me burst through the doors and straight into someone's chest. I winced at the pain and muffled the cry escaping my lips.

The lighting suddenly brightened and I felt the cold air sting my cheeks. I knew that I was outside but I didn't open my eyes. Two arms straightened my shoulders and I opened my eyes to look at Louis' smirking face.

I blushed with embarrassment and Louis' smirk deepened. He let go of me and carried on walking but I waited for a moment until I began following. I walked a few steps behind him but then I remembered what happened after P.E so I caught up with him.