Goal || Louis Tomlinson fan fic (ON HOLD)

Chapter 2:

Class was boring, it was full of introducing people we really don't care about. It was Science class, honestly one of my favorite subjects- Sue me.

Louis was in it but as we took our seats, he looked down. I took out my phone as the teacher came in and texted him:

To: Louis... Tomlinson xD

Hey, what's wrong kiddo?

"Good Monday students!" our fat teacher beamed- Oops. Oh well, Louis' phone beeped and I kept my stare at our teacher while we greeted back. "I see some familiar faces and some I barely even recognize!" he laughs but no one responds.

I watch Louis smile as he tapped in his phone and I got a text:

From: Louis... Tomlinson xD

kiddo ? really ? well- welcomin in this school is weird :P

I stifled a laugh, he was seated in front of me on the right side. He looked back at me and smiled and I stuck my tongue out. I decided to text back but before I could, my phone was snatched out of my hands and I looked up to our... fat teacher.

"No phones in class Ms. Russo, you should know that by now" he frowns and I roll my eyes, he goes back in front and I sigh in frustration. Louis looks back at me with an apologetic look on his face and I smile at him assuring him it was okay.

"Alright! Let's call the new kids in front! Tradition is tradition and you have to tell us what's your favorite part of  Science! Maybe Biology? Astronomy?" he beams, a bit too excitedly if you asked me.

He scans the room and I thank the universe that I wasn't a newbie anymore. He spots a blonde girl and she skips to the front. Her name was Sabrina- or was it Selena?I honestly don't care, I wasn't listening. 

I only started listening when he called Louis in front, "Hellooo, Uhh- My name's Louis Tomlinson and I love football.. soccer. Uhh- My favorite part of science would probably be Physics" he shrugs and I smile. He was confident, and he loved soccer... like me.

Louis was about to sit down when a guy threw a piece of paper at him, "Dork!" he yells and I turn around to the same guy who messed with me at the sign up.

"Pussy!" I yell at him, defending Louis. He looks at me and smirks, "Oh so you let your little girl fight your fights?' he laughs along with his, apparently surrounded, friends.

This angered me, "Oh shit man, you shouldn't have done that" one of his guys say noticing my probably sour expression.

"What? It's not like she's going to pull my hair or slap me with her purse or something" he laughs but this time, my glare muted his friends and they sat there in silence- looking at him like a dead man. Probably because he is..

"Look girlie" I say standing up, the whole class disrupted because of me. Even the teacher didn't intervene, probably watching to see where it'll go.

I grab his collar the same way I did to Louis and pulled him up, "If I pull your hair, you're going to turn bald. If I even had a purse to smack you with, It probably won't be above your dick. Mess with me or any of my friends again, and I'll make sure your eyes are darker than your brunette hair buddy" I grit my teeth.

He looked at me unaffected and I let him go, letting him fall to his chair. When I get to my chair, Louis was already sat down with his head down.

"Well then! Amy, you already scared another new kid... I'm not surprised" he eyes me and I roll my eyes before the guy who I threatened was called infront. His name Kyle Rake. 

When classes was over, I stood up fast enough just to catch up with Louis. Why didn't he defend himself?

"Louis! Wait!" I call out and I grab him arm just to stop him. He had an angry expression on his face when he turns around and I pull him to the side. "What was that? You didn't even talk" I frown and he groans.

"You didn't give me the chance! And why should I? You embarrassed me in front of the whole class!" he whines and I'm surprised when he just walked away when I didn't say anything. Geez, I just wanted to help.

Later on, school is over and I walk toward my old busted up, motorcycle. It's not what it looks like, I'm not the tough girl who has a gun or something like that. It was my dad's motorcycle, he gave it to me before he died.

I don't have enough money to fix it all the way but it's holding on and I'm saving anyways so it's not really a big deal. When I get there, Kyle the douchebag was there. "What's up Rake?" I say pushing him off my bike.

"Why do you hate me so much?" he asks as I lift my leg to the other side of the bike and start the engine.

"hate you?" I scoff.

"Yeah! You burned me at the sign up and you threatened me in front of the whole class for a dork!" he complains and I face palm.

"Idiot. I do that to everyone and he is not a dork! You were being a jerk" I shrug putting on my helmet. Safety first right?

"Yes he is, Okay- alright. I'll stop being a jerk to you but will you stop hating me?" he asks and I cringe.

"What do you want now?" I groan, I need to get home... my twitter needs me and It's freaking hot. I can't stay under the sun.

"Friends. I just want to be friends, I mean- I am a new guy here" he points out, he does have a point..

"Fine, but if you act like a dick toward me or any of my friends- you won't have a dick" I smirk before roaring he engine to life and driving toward my house. 

I'm amazing, aren't I?