Those Five Boys {EDITING ATM}

Chapter 10

Liam's POV

Lunch is over now and the lunchroom is empty, except for us and Claire.

She's always the last one to leave, I guess it's better not to be seen by us or by anyone.

As she holds her books in her hands, struggling to bring the strap of her bag to her shoulder, Louis walks over to her, and slaps the books out of her hands. The sound echoes throughout room, making it louder than expected. Louis walks back to us, chuckling as they head off.

Gosh, what's wrong with him?

They don't notice me walk over to Claire, helping her stack her books as I hand them to her.

"You should go, they'll see you." She whispers, sighing tiredly. Nodding, I stand back up and walk back to the boys.

All the classes I have today are a mixture of boring work and talking.

I just thought of that now.

I'm playing out scenarios in my head of how I'm going to talk to the boys about Claire, without making things worse.

The last bell rings as I mentally thank the gods that school is over. It always feels like two days in here instead of seven hours. Grabbing my bag, I start to head out of the school until Louis stops me.

"Wait!" Louis shouts. Turning around, I see the four boys walking towards me.

"What?" I ask, adjusting my bag.

"Why don't we pay Claire a visit?" Louis says, smirking.

"I'll pass," I shake my head, "I'm too tired to do anything to her." Partially that's a lie, I don't want to hurt her and I am tired from school.

"True, actually I'm tired also." Louis says, yawning to emphasize his point.

"Well, see you tomorrow." Zayn says, walking out of the school to his car and driving away. The rest of us leave also, driving away.

I arrive at my house, sighing before heading inside. I'm really tired, I didn't get any sleep last night. Claire's scars were flashed in my mind, the thought of her self harming kept me up.

I quickly do my homework, which was easy because I'm smart, not to sound cocky or anything but I got the highest math score in my class. Every one thinks that popular people are dumb but that's just a stereotype.

Harry is excellent at English, Zayn is really smart at Science, Niall knows a lot in History, and Louis is a genius when it comes to Geography. We all have a nerdy side but we don't show it.

As soon as I finish my homework, I decide to head over to Claire's house. Knocking on her door, I wait for her to answer. Usually, she doesn't take long to answer the door. Oh no she can't be. She's not cutting. Its been five minutes since I've knocked and the fear starts to kick in. I open the door, rushing up stairs to her room, flashes of last Friday start to flow in my mind, making me worry even more.

I open her bedroom door to find her on her bed, her headphones are in her ears, I can hear the music blasting as she keeps doing her homework. I immediately calm down and walk towards her, she still doesn't look up and I can hear her humming to the music, nodding to the beat occasionally. I start to gaze in her beauty, her lovely voice when she hums, how her pencil taps to the beat.

Snap out of it ya creep. My subconscious yells at me. I snap out of it and tap her shoulder slightly.

"What the hell?!" She yells and she punches me in the crotch, hard.

"F.uck!" I yell out, collapsing on the floor and curl up in a ball, and wait for the pain to cease. This f.ucking hurts.

"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry." She says, taking her earphones out as rushes over to where I am.

She hovers over me and tries to help me up, which fails because I'm pretty heavy. I feel my body lift off the floor and I look up, seeing her trying to carry me bridal style towards the couch in her room but quickly drops me on the floor, a painful groan leaving my lips.

"F.uck," I cuss, closing my eyes as the pain grows.

"I'm so sorry." She says worriedly.

Lifting myself up, I head towards the couch in her room while Claire is making sure I don't fall down, by placing one hand on my back and one hand on my shoulder. Finally, I make it to couch and plop down, sighing in relief as I laying back. Claire is standing in front of me, staring.

Claire's POV

I can't believe I punched him in the crotch. I didn't know who it was, I got scared, I thought he was a burglar. Snapping out of my thoughts, I sit on the couch next to him. The seats move and he breathes in sharply. Looking at him worriedly, I give him an apologetic look. He smiles warmly, signaling that it's okay as I lean back also.

"I'm really sorry." I tell him as he chuckles.

"It's okay, I sort of barged in." He rubs the back of his neck.

"I don't really mind." It was my fault, I usually blast my music when I do homework, it shuts out the world. The up beat music on my phone just makes me do my homework better.

"Are you okay?" I ask, after a few minutes of silence.

"Yeah, you pack a pretty mean punch." He laughs. I guess I take that as a compliment because I feel the heat rise in my cheeks.

"Thanks," I smile shyly.

"Have you ever taken boxing lessons?" He wonders, sitting up a bit.

"No, actually I haven't. I didn't even know I could hit that hard," I laugh nervously.

"Well I could teach you, I box also and I could teach you how to defend yourself." He says. I've never thought of the need to defend myself.

"That sounds fun, I'll do it." I agree with him as he smiles.

"This is going to be fun." He draws out the last word and claps his hands. "So we'll start tomorrow after school at my place, I have a boxing bag downstairs."

"What about them?" I say, knowing that he knows who I'm talking about. I wouldn't want me being at his house and him having a surprise visit by his friends, again.

"If they ask to hang out I'll just tell them I'm busy." He waves off, not seeming to be worried at all. Glancing at the clock, I notice it's 6:30pm.

We've been talking for a while now.

We both head downstairs as I start to make some dinner for the both of us.

"Oh you don't have to." Liam says, shaking his head.

"It's fine, I like to have company around." I tell him, smiling as I start to boil the water. I decide on making spaghetti for us because I've been told I'm good at making it.