Misunderstood

8.

We sped into the school parking lot and almost ran over a few people, as always. Every time I ride with Louis I really do have to hang on. He goes like 20 m.p.h. over the speed limit, scaring the shit out of me. I never get used to it, but I never hesitate to hop on either. 

We parked smoothly and I took the stupid helmet off, quickly fixing my hair. I stood up and let Louis put his arm around my shoulder and walk me inside. I know what you're thinking, 'OMG ARE YOU GUYS TOGETHER NOW?!', and no we're not. We did kiss but that was the only time besides on the cheek. But we are close. We finished the project(B+, thank you very much) but he still comes over to my house everyday. We walked inside and got a couple stares, as usual. We walked to first period and blah blah blah, let's go to lunch. 

When I got to the table Lacey and Zoey exchanged a look before looking at me. "What?" I asked as I started eating. "We saw you with Louis again..." Zoey said, looking at me dissapprovingly. I rolled my eyes at her and took another bite of my food. "He's not bad, I promise. You guys misunderstood. He's actually really sweet" I said and smiled. Thinking about Louis always had that effect on me for some reason. They looked at each other again and I huffed. "Seriously, what?!" "Summer, we're not the misunderstood ones, it's you. He's probably off smoking behind the school or something" said Lacey. "How can I be smoking behind the school if I'm right here?" a voice asked at the end of the table. I looked over and saw Louis standing there. "Louis..." I started only to be cut off by him putting his hand up and walking away. I quickly grabbed my bag and followed him.

"Louis!" I kept calling his name as I ran after him in the halls, hard when you're wearing heels. He opened a side door roughly and made his way towards the parking lot. I hesitantly followed him out and ran as fast as I could. I finally gave up and took off my shoe before throwing it at him. He turned around and yelled "What the fuck?" "I've been trying to get you to stop! Why won't you listen to me?" I asked, hopping forward to receive my shoe. "I just don't want to around those bitches" he said walking away again. "Hey! Those 'bitches' are my friends!" I yelled grabbing his arm. "Well your 'friends' or not, all they do is spread rumors about anyone that's a little different" he said walking away. "It really bothers you, doesn't it?" I asked. "What?" "You must really hate what people say about you". He sighed sitting down on the grassing, leaving me to follow him. He ran a hand through his hair before looking at me. "People just judge me for no reason at all. Someone who hasn't done anything as simple as waving to me talking behind my back acting as if they've known me all their life. And it gets pretty fucking annoying." I looked into his eyes and saw a kind of sadness behind them. And...loneliness. "Hey, I'm here now. I'm not judging you. And whenever you come up, I promise to defend you, even if you don't want me to. And as long as you know who you are, fuck what everybody else thinks. They're all dicks anyway. Just go ahead and tell them fuck you" I told him. He nodded then started smirking. Louis lifted his head up to the sky and screamed at the top of his lungs "Fuck you, dicks!" I couldn't control my laughter and was clutching my stomach before also screaming "Fuck you, dicks!" We were basically rolling on the ground laughing our asses off. His eyes squinted tightly and his mouth was wide open, looking like the cutest dumb ass I have ever seen. He flung his head back and tried to put his hand over his face to suppress the sound but failed miserably. We locked eyes and the laughing slowly died out. "Thank you" he whispered, a goofy smile still on his lips. "Don't mention it" I smiled back. We kept staring until we were both leaning in. Our lips interlocked and we started kissing passionately. I felt this weird buzzing on my lips. A pleasurable kind, not the itchy one. His hand made made it's way to my waist when we heard shouting behind us. We turned to see a middle-aged teacher walking towards us. Louis got up and took my hand, running towards his bike to get out of this stupid place.