Stranger - Louis Tomlinson FanFiction (Translation)

Chapter 3

"He kissed you on the cheek?" Bree almost dropped the bag of chips,she had just brought up to her room to pour the contents into a large glass bowl.

Stacy looked at me with a wide openmouth. I was embarrassed by all the attention, so I lowered the look before I nodded affirmative.We all sat together in Bree's room on the floor, we had padded with pillows and blankets.All together we already wore our pyjamas and were unflattering.I had tied my hair into a ponytail and leaned my back against Bree’s bed.We had the lights turned down a bit so we didn’t had to sit in abang-bright room.Soft music sounded from the stereo in the corner.

“The guy is really scary,“ Stacy muttered, when she had finally managed it to move again.

“Yes, he is.“ Bree agreed and ripped the bag of chips with a loud crackle.

 “And now I am sure by hundred percent that the messages are from him.“ I said quietly and scratched at my light blue nail polish to avoid eye contact with the girls.

"He's totally into you,"said Joy, the fourth in our clique. She came straight into the room, and closed quietly the door behind her.Joy differed much from me. She was tall,had long, black hair which fell down her back in full waves, and bright green eyes.Her clothing was always perfect. Many girls might have envied her.In my opinion, she was also the one of us who had the most experience with guys, and was also definitely the most popular one.But she was an arrogant it-girl in no way, no, she was as nice as Stacy or Bree. We were all of one heart and one soul.

Joy grinned salaciously at me and I blushed.

"He does’nt. He’s simply to play psychological games."

Joy sat down next to me on the bed and leaning off backwards. Then she turned to me, grinning her head. “Maybe he also plays psychological games in bed.”

Stacy and Bree started to pucker their mouth and talked up on joyat the same time how how insanely pervertedshe was.

"Girls.Maturity is not equally perverted. “ Joy laughed and looked at me. “And what are you gonna do next?”

"Avoiding him. Louis scares me a hell of a lot."

Joy pouted, “Come on. No risk, no fun.”

“Then, dear, no fun.” I sighed and tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear.

“How does he look like?” Stacy asked and snapped a potato crisp.  

“He is medium sized, I would say, good stature, tattoos. He  has piercings here “, I pointed to my left eyebrow., “and here.”My fingers wandered down to my right corner of the mouth.

Joy wiggled her eyebrows. “Eye color?“

“Blue-green.“

 Bree frowned. “Is he blonde?”

“No, he has brown hair, like about ... uh ...chocolate?”

“Sounds like he is also as sweet as chocolate.” Joy sighed.

I looked at her with raised eyebrows. "Sweet? Rather scary. His whole arms are covered with tattoos, he wears eyeliner and smokes."

“Nothing for our good Sky?” When joy said that, it gave me a small stab in the heart. I was not happy to be called ‚well-behaved‘. Yes, I was super good in school, drank no alcohol and didn’t smoke. But that doesn’t mean I was automatically well-behaved. Maybe it was because of my blond hair, that I looked so well-behaved. For a moment I toyed with the idea to dye my hair dark red, but then rejected it. My mother would kill me.

“No. He's nothing for me”, I replied calmly.

“I think so, too!“ Stacy looked at me and smiled. I answered her smile. Stacy always supported me.