Glare

Chapter 9.

"Greg?" I shouted from the living room.

"Yes Ell?" He shouted back.

"Do you know the Tomlinson family?" I turned on the TV.

"Yeah, I work with Mrs. Tomlinson why?" He to the entered the room with a confused look.

"Just asking I go to school with their boy, Louis." I looked away from the TV

"He was that bag boy right? The one with all the tattoos and piercings? I've only seen him a couple times so I don't exactly know what he looks like." Greg pulled his lips aside.

"Yeah, he looks like a punk.... And acts like one to..." I mumbled these words.

"He's very nice, and polite." Greg smiled. Louis, polite? Louis must be putting on a act of some sort. If he is nice to everyone else why is he rude and obnoxious to me? Expect for when he makes me cry, and when he kissed me. But after both of those events he went back to his old self.

"Yeah, sure." I huffed, and crossed my arms.

"Well, the Tomlinsons invited me to their house, for a party, and your mother is going along with me, would you mind going?" Greg asked nervously, he probably sensed I didn't like him.

" I guess so," I growled. Did I just say that? 'I guess so' what? I'm numb.

"Okay good, because it's happening tonight. They are very formal, and classy, so dress in your nicest clothes. " Greg went back in the kitchen. Tonight? Why? Maybe I should fake a cold, I got the flu. No, they wouldn't buy that. Greg is to smart, damn.

I jumped in the shower, the hot steamy water hit my back. The little droplets of water running down my legs, making me shiver. I let out a sigh, for two reasons, the water felt good, and because I would be going to Louis house in less than two hours. This sucked. Why did I have to say yes? I wasn't even thinking at the time. Not fair. I put my face under the stream of water. Letting it run down the sides of my cheeks. Maybe I would like going to the Tomlinsons, Louis will be nice to me, infront of my parents and his. Hopefully.

I rapped the towel around me, the cold air giving me goosebumps. My nicest clothes was in a box, for some odd reason. I pulled out the dowelling like knee high dress. It was white, pearl white. I quickly put on my underwear and bra, then next the dress. It felt sticky against my wet skin.

I dried my hair, then I curled it. Making the bounciest curls I could. Then I pulled my bangs behind my head and made a braid. To top this off I put in my pearl earrings and necklace. I looked in the mirror one last time before I went to the hell home of Louis Tomlinson.