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Eight

Chapter Eight

Alivia Durant

There's was no doubt about it. Louis Tomlinson, or whoever the hell he was. He was a douchebag, a complete despiteful douchebag. And I regretted ever meeting him at Starbucks. At least I had the guts to move on, and avoid his stupid drama. Somehow, he was attached to me. Attached to me in a way, no guy had ever been towards me before.

I think the only reason he was being a dick towards me was because he liked me. And honestly, that scared me to death.

He couldn't have me. And I'll repeat myself as many times as I have to. I will not be with him, ever.

"Have you always smelt that bad?" I heard the devils voice utter from behind me, and I wanted everything in the world to turn around and slap him.

Instead of doing that necessary deed. I turned around and smirked, "I thought you where going to leave me alone. Did anything register to your brain last night?"

"I'm not leaving you alone until you admit that you love me."

I mumbled, "Fuck off Mr. Tiny Dick."

"What did you just call me?" I could feel the steam shrivel off of his skin as he heard me say that. But I continued to walk away from him.

He shoved me against the locker forcefully, hurting my arm, "Don't you ever call me that again! Understood?"

"Grow up Tomlinson, you're in college not high school," I pushed him away, and continued walking while rubbing my now bruised arm.

He didn't seem like the violent type of guy. He plastered a vibrant smile on his face constantly, which made him seem very nice. Only he was the complete opposite.

"You're lucky I don't sock you right here right now," He continued to follow me down the hallway. But I wasn't going to let his little temper tantrum ruin everything.

"Try me," I suddenly turned around with a scowl, to the point he was inches away from me, "I can already see your future. An abusive husband, beating your child and wife because you have a drinking problem. I would think before you touch or say."

He didn't respond. He gave me a depressing stare, yet still intimidating.

"That's what I thought. If you're trying to win me over in any way, this isn't going to work like that."

"What made you think I was trying to win you over?" He stepped in front of me once again, still giving me a steamy glare.

"Louis, can you please just leave me alone? If you didn't know, I have a life."

He leaned against the locker, staring at me and biting him lips, "I haven't been attached to a girl before. You're different."

"Why, because I don't instantly want you? It's time you have a reality chec-"

He kissed me. The bastard pressed his lips against mine, and I immediately pushed him away. "Who do you think you are?" I nearly shouted, and shoved him once more, "Did you hear me?"

"Fuck you Alivia. You think you have all this shit, and are so cool! But guess what, you're not!" He spat in my face then stormed away from me, back down the hallway.

"Damn, I didn't realize he was that feisty," A short blonde haired girl spoke, widening her eyes, "And people considered him the class clown."

"Class clown my ass."