cherish hope × tomlinson [discontinued] [needs editing]

nine

Chapter 9

I stayed in my room for whole day. I thought he'd be different, he seemed it.. Well, I guess I was wrong. I took down all of my pictures of him that Saturday. It maybe drastic but he deserved it, I hated him. I got my hopes up for nothing. It took me ages to think of something to say to him. I finally texted him..

Hi Louis. It's Amelia.. remember me? We were meant to have dinner last night. I had a lovely meal on my own, cheers. I thought I loved you. I thought I had a chance with you. Thanks for telling me that I don't. Means a lot. Really.

I hit send and clicked my phone off. I lay down in bed again and looked up to my pale blue ceiling. I really thought I'd have a chance with Louis, I actually thought that for a change I would have something good happen to me. But that never happens. I'll never be the girl that gets the guys, I'll never be perfect. Not even close. I spent the whole Saturday in my room, until my mum came up. "Hey honey, were going out for dinner tonight, want to come?" I shook my head, the last thing I wanted to do was go out anywhere. She smiled and handed me £20. "Order yourself some pizza. We'll be back late". I managed a half smile and she walked out. I heard my parents whispering outside and then them finally leave. I sighed and lay my head on my pillow, put the money on my bedside table and turned my tv on. I flicked through channels until I heard the ping of my phone. I thought it was going to be Louis, with some amazing excuse about how he couldn't be there. Only... it wasn't. It was Iman, a girl in my maths class. Odd, I barely spoke to her.

Hi Louis. It's Amelia.. remember me? We were meant to have dinner last night. I had a lovely meal on my own, cheers. I thought I loved you. I thought I had a chance with you. Thanks for telling me that I don't. Means a lot. Really.

I stared at my phone. Staring at the words on my screen. How. What. When. Who. Where. Why... I didn't sleep at all that night, I checked my phone time and time again to see if I had accidentally sent it to someone else.. but i hadn't.. I felt suddenly sick.

I walked into school the next morning with sleep still in my eyes. As I walked through the black gates at the start of the school, people were reciting the text and whispering and sniggering. Students in little clusters pointed and stared. I just kept my head down and walked on ignoring them completely. Why did this always happen to me? As I walked up the steps, the girl in front of me pushed the door open, glanced back at me and slammed it in my face. I closed my eyes, breathed in and opened it. As I walked in, I saw Adelie and went over to talk to her she seemed a little paranoid as I approached as if she didn't want to be seen with me. "He-ey" she said looking around, fiddling with her hair. When I didn't reply she just smiled, awkwardly. I raised my eyebrows and she finally said ,"yes I saw it" whilst biting her lip.

"How did it get out!?", I literally cried to her.

"Beats me", she was still looking around, nervously. Obviously caring about herself more than me. I shook my head, sighed and sauntered off to my lesson. I threw my bag down and slumped onto a chair near the back of the classroom. The last thing I needed was attention. I held my head in my hands and muttered that I'd be okay, to myself. Mr. Panel walked in with exaggerated arms and raised his eyebrows at me. "So.. ughhh no no questions" he said as someone put their hand up. "Now", he giggled, "translate any text you want in French", and left. As the door shut the room immediately burst into noise. People looked back at me. I guess Mr.Panel had seen the text too... I sighed and opened my French textbook. 'Reading' until the light streaming that was in from the window darkened.

"Hi Louis. It's Amelia.. remember me?" A voice said, in a fake mockery accent. The room went silent. Everyone burst into laughter. I just looked down, but she wasn't done. She continued to dictate the speech aloud.. Then she came close to my ear and whispered ,"Hey it's Louis from One Direction, we met on Friday at school, know any good places to eat? Because you Amelia, you're life is over" she giggled and walked off, happy with herself. Melissa. She did it. SHE sent the text! Louis hadn't! It came to me. Louis hadn't even texted me. It was Melissa.