4:
“Please!” Avery screeches on the way to English.
“Jesus, it’s a little too early for my ears to be forced to listen to that obnoxious noise,” I groan.
“Well you’re fucking bitchy this morning,” Avery fires back.
“I had to deal with you and Niall in the dorm drinking beer all night freaking long. It’s better when you go and party.”
“Well excuse me for using my dorm,” she replies curtly.
“Um, my dorm too?”
“Shut up, American,” she says with an evil cackle. Okaaay, then.
The rest of our walk is silent, and I’m thankful when we reach the old church English is held in.
“Alright, class, this week we’re going to start a novel,” Professor Murray says as the first bell rings. Louis groans and I can’t help but crack a smile. I hope it’s a good, long, painful book for him to read.
I glance over at Avery to see her twirling her stupid hair around her finger. Her rudeness towards me this morning has me pretty pissed at her. I’m glad it distracted her from furthering her pleas to get me to go to some frat party with her, though. Like I’d do that.
I advert my attention to Louis, who is sat across the room from me, rather than beside me. I’ll admit, I miss his obnoxious, perpetual comments. Suddenly, a lump of paper hits my temple. I turn my head back in Louis’ direction and am not surprised to see him grinning. What is this? 3rd grade?
I unfold the paper as quietly as possible and read Louis’ messy scrawl. “How was your date with lameoooo Liam?”, it reads. Mature.
“It was good thanks. Now, if you don’t mind, I’d like to not deal with you and notes again. PS. How old are you, 6?”, I write back. I’m not sure how he knows about Liam and I hanging out last night, but I’m proud of the amount of attitude I contrived into that note.
I toss the crumbled paper back towards Louis and it hits Sarah on the back of her fake ass blonde head. I stifle a laugh and Liam laughs beside me. Sarah turns around and gives me a poisionous scowl, which adds to my laughter. The professor shoots me a look, as well. Louis scrambles to the floor to pick up the note I tossed to him. It seems as if the whole class is in chaos because of one little stupid piece of paper.
“Sorry, sorry, real sorry,” Louis says loudly as he ‘struggles’ to get up from the floor. He puts his hand on the back of Sarah’s chair and clumsily stands up. The class laughs lightly and Prof. Murray looks at Louis.
“Mr. Tomlinson, if you would like to go back to 3rd grade, be my guest,” the professor says.
“That’s what I said,” I mumble to Liam.
“As a matter o’ fact, mate, I think I just about might wana take you up on that offer!” Louis replies. This earns another wave of laughter from the class.
“Sit down,” Murray growls. Louis raises his brows in humour, but falls back into his seat. After that whole production, Louis peels open the crumbled piece of paper as loud as humanly possible.
“Mhmm. Mhmmmm. Yep. I see,” Louis nods and mutters as he reads the note I passed him.
I groan and bring my hand to my forehead.
“Ms. Taylor, Mr. Tomlinson, would you mind leaving the classroom for the day? It’s unfortunate that you can’t both grow up and act like the adults that you are. This is university, not primary school.” My jaw just about hits the desk. I look beside me at Liam, and he is just as surprised. I quickly put my books into my bag and make my way to the door. Louis seems to be taking as long as he can to pack up his stuff. Humour is all over his face.
