Chapter 2

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I looked up and was met with a guy with ocean blue eyes. He has his brown hair styled into a quiff, he was pretty hot. His eyes had that soft look to them, like he was caring and every emotion could be seen through them. We kept eye contact for what felt like eternity then Melissa tapped my shoulder.

"Told you," she simply said and I glanced back at her, suddenly interested in this boys story.

"Who is he?" I asked, wanting to know more about him.

My eyes flickered back to him then I pretended to focus on Mr. Smith just so he won't question where my attention was.

"That's Louis Tomlinson quarterback of the football team, and captain of the basketball team," she explained to me and my eyes trailed from Mr. Smith's to him.

"Is he really popular?" I asked debating on speaking to him.

I mean if he's popular and I just walk up to him and attempt at speaking I'll end up embarrassing myself. It's not that I'm nervous and quite frankly I don't care about what others think but this boy is very good looking.

"Well he's friends with Harry the man whore who is co captain of those sports. Harry's his best friend but Louis is nothing like him. He hangs out with the cheerleaders and rest of the jocks. Harry is kissing one girl then turning around chatting up another," she rambled on and I cringed imagining the sight of Harry and his girls.

Well Harry seems nice.

"Oh so don't talk to him?" I asked unsure as to how she felt about him.

Although it was a little perceptible that she didn't really like him, who was I to judge. I couldn't just assume things and say them because some people get offended, that's the last thing I need.

"Well I wouldn't," she shrugged and I nodded as I caught Louis' eye. He smiled at me and I blushed a little then looked down, he had caught me staring.

"I'll keep that in mind."

Maybe.

I mean can he really be that bad? He's friends with Louis and Louis seems really cool so he can't be so bad. People aren't always what they seem, they're often a different person when you get to know them.

The bell rang and everyone instantly jumped out of their seats. Melissa and I started down the hallway to our next class, when we came across who I think is Harry.

A boy with a mop of curls sitting on his head leaned against the locker, a smirk playing on his lips. A blonde haired girl faced him with a blush on her face, she giggled I think and he just kept smirking. I rolled my eyes at the flirtatious scene and Melissa nudged me with a laugh seeing my reaction.

"That's Harry," she said pointing to the guy I was already staring at, I guess I had a good guess.

"I see it now," I laughed out and she just shook her head at him as we walked past. "What's this class now?"

"Chemistry and today she's assigning partners," Melissa informed me and we trudged into the classroom.

Please let me be with Melissa.

I walked in and everyone was standing up so I walked over to them. I was standing beside Louis and he was looking down at me and I couldn't help but shrink a little, I hate when people stare at me. People staring at me makes me feel like I have something on my face or they think badly of me or something along the negative lines. Worst of all it makes me very uncomfortable when they do stare.

"Are you Lillian?" a petit blonde that looked around 40 asked me.

"Yes ma'am but you can call me Lilli," I shot her a smile and she nodded.

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