Promises | l.t

Five

Alivia Durrant

I lied in my overly decorated bed, smothering myself in useless soft pillows. That was an interesting fact about myself. I loved being creative. Creative in writing, and almost everything else I could tangle my hands into. So that technically didn't make me a boring person like most people considered.

Astrid, my roommate was extremely controlling. I had only spent a single day with her, and I was already to the point of murdering her in her sleep. She could be nice at times, but she was more decisive than nice.

"Did you here that dumbass Tomlinson last night? Making that fucking ruckus," Astrid groaned as she attempted to get out of her very plain bed.

"He's wants me to be with him. I can see it in his eyes," I pointed out the obvious. Because it was absolutely true. The way he would find little ways to be near me, it almost made me sick.

"That's what he does. Finds a new girl almost every day," She rolled her eyes, "He'll be out of your hair before you know it. Trust me. I was one of this girls."

"Oh my god Astrid, I'm so sorry."

"It's fine," She coughed, "I should've known in the first place."

Today was my first day of college, and I was beyond nervous. I could already see how unalike high school it was. The huge building, and numerous people with no dress code. I was the type of student who loved going to school, mainly for my writing and theater class— but I frankly enjoyed school.

My first class of the day was my writing class— as expected. I usually was the teacher or professor's favorite students. They usually would tell me how much potential I had and creativity. 

"Babe, good to see you," The devil himself threw his body against the seat next to mine, "Honestly, I've missed you so much."

"No! You are not sitting next to me in this class!" I furiously groaned, and he laughed, "This isn't a joke!"

The late bell rang, and in walked the ill looking professor. She had a vibrant red glow to her hair, and she wore circular black glasses. She honestly reminded me of one of the cute book characters I had created in the past.

"Louis Tomlinson," She sighed, her desk placed right in front of his. Close enough to see his evil and constant grin, "I must say, I'm surprised to see you in this class."

He looked over at me, then back at the ginger women, "I love writing ma'am. It's actually one of my hidden talents."

And just like that. It had reminded me of all of the high school classes I had attended. There was always that one boy who thought he was so funny, and messed around constantly.

"Tell me Tomlinson, what made you actually want to attend college?"

"The girls," Some guy shouted from the very back of the classroom, "Louis is in college for the girls."

"You can find girls wherever you go Mr.Tomlinson. Do you actually want education? Because whatever you're doing right now is a waste of money and time," She told the truth, and he frankly didn't know what to say.

"I want an education," He looked down at his hands awkwardly, "It may be hard to believe. But I actually, genuinely want to graduate college."

"You have a great way of showing it. Maybe it's time you grow up, and stop worrying about what people say or think of you for the matter," She faked a smile, then pushed her glasses up to her forehead.

He only sighed, as she walked to the center of the room. "Welcome back. Today I'd like you to write a short story about anything your heart desires, make it detailed and very interesting for me to read."

Every time a teacher would say such thing, I'd sequel out of pure excitement. Stories written by me, straight out of my imagination, where frankly the best.

"You may start whenever you'd like, it's due at the end of class."

**

Alivia Durrant,

I had met him at Starbucks. A place I never expected to meet someone. He wouldn't leave me alone no matter how hard I tried, it's as if he was following me. Following me constantly.

I didn't know what it was about him that made me the slightest bit interested. He was a complete douchebag, who was anted nothing but infatuation.

"I like Vanilla Bean," The brunette boy, with pretty sea green eyes looked up at me. Leaning against the counter as I ordered my drink.

I glared back at him, rolling my eyes afterwards.

"Come on babe, I'm trying to be friendly," He chuckled attempting to wrap his arm around me, but I quickly backed away.

"Get away from me, I'm not interested!"

"Just leave her alone mate, and while you're at it, leave me alone to," The cashier said, sounding pretty convincing.

"I'm just talking to the pretty girl, that's not illegal is it?" He cocked his head, looking around the room to see if anyone would back him up.

"Get away from me you creep!" I rose my voice.

"Here's your drink, that will be $4.56," The lady sighed, handing me my drink as I handed her the money my dad had gave me.

"I'm Louis by the way."

**

A/N: this is a very short chapter.