My Teacher or My Lover(Louis Tomlinson love story)

The Test

     After I ran out of the cafeteria, I just ran to class, and waited in front of the classroom. A few minutes later Niall came. I was in my own thoughts. I looked up at him and he had a sympathetic look. He didn’t say anything he just hugged me. He knows very good. He is actually my best friend out of the boys and out of everyone cause we were together since diapers. After that he started telling me some jokes so I instantly laughed. He can always put me in a really good mood, no matter what.

 We stepped into the classroom. All the girls were already there, either reapplying their make-up, looking in the mirror, or getting their hair done. Also every girl in the classroom(except for me of course) had really short mini skirts and shirts with really big clevelage. They were really disgusting. But I felt somewhat insecure. Louis wouldn’t even look at me, when he has those girls. I don’t care anyway. I don’t believe in love.

   I walked to the back of the classroom, and sat in my seat, with Niall next to me. I took my books out of my bag and shoved it aside. I took my pencil and started drawing some things and names in the back of my notebook. I was also thinking about Louis. Again!

   I was brought out of my thought with the sound of the door being shut. I looked up and saw Louis walk to his desk. He was wearing red trousers, white Vans, and black white stripped shirt. He sat in his desk and smiled at us. I groaned when I heard him say:

   “Today we are going to have a pop quiz, about things you learned in History over the past three years. And the second period you will read about first world war while I grade your papers. So here you go, who will out of these tests?”

“I will!” of course. Brittany – one of the school sluts. She literally slept with whole school male population (except for the boys of course). And I also mean male teachers for good grades. She walked down the aisle to the teachers desk, and took the tests from his hand. She walked around the classroom, swaying her hips a little.  She passed the tests out to us, and sat down in her desk once again.

“Thanks you Brittany, for passing out the tests. You may begin the test.

    I looked down at my paper, and nearly had a heart attack. There were almost 120 questions on the papers, and I didn’t know the answer to any of them. I just signed the paper, and handed it out to Mr. Tomlinson. He looked surprised, when I gave him back the blank sheet. For the past three years I didn’t listen in History, because I had more important things to think about, like my parents’ death. I can’t believe they are dead. They were beat to death, while they were on vacation in New York.

   I didn’t even realise that I started crying until I felt something wet on my hand. I raised my hand and said:

“Excuse me Mister Tomlinson, can I go to the bathroom please?” I think my voice cracked in the end of the sentence.

“Of course you may, Miss Wild. Are you okay?”

“Yes. I’m perfectly fine.”

 I took my stuff and left the classroom. I ran to the bathroom and started crying. I can’t take this anymore. Now I only have older sister, but she really changed when our parents died. She started acting like a slut, while she isn’t a slut, she just plays with boys’ hearts. While she turned slutty, I turned to the close person, who has build a wall inside her, and doesn’t want to let anyone in. I have no one except the girls and boys, and I intend to keep it that way. I don’t want a boyfriend, and I sure as hell don’t need one. I’m perfectly fine on my own.

  The period ended and it was a five minute break. Niall knew what happened so he rushed to the bathroom, and just hugged me. He knew what I was thinking about in the classroom. I said:

“I need to get out of here. Just tell Mr. Tomlinson that I felt very ill, and that I went home. He didn’t object. He just nodded is head and said:

“But wait until everyone including teachers are in class, okay?”

I nodded my head. He kissed me on top of my head, stood up and left. I was left alone once again, with my own thoughts. I put my hands on my face, and started crying once again.

 After two minutes I felt arms around me. What the hell? I thought Niall left for class.

 “Niall, I thought you left for class! Go back to class!”

  Because arms didn’t leave, I looked up and was met by a pair of blue eyes, but they weren’t Nialls. It was Louis.

“I’m not Niall, love. What’s wrong? After you haven’t came after half an hour, I thought I should come and check up on you. You said you are okay, you are not okay! What’s wrong?”

  Nothing’s wrong, everything is fine. I don’t feel well, so I’m going to go home. I’m sorry to be a bother.”

 I picked up my stuff and left the school. I started walking down the street to the place, no one knows about, except me. It’s in the woods. It’s a beautiful waterfall there. I love it. I just hope everything is going to be okay tomorrow.