Practice

Chapter 1

She slept with him. She shouldn't have, she knew that now. It was her first time. He rated her on his Facebook page; a measly 2, and added a picture of the blood on the sheets, of course. The piece de resistance.

Louis Tomlinson was the one that made Tyler do it. The person that turned her life upside down in her senior year - the year that's meant to be the best one of your life. The senior ball, the year book signings.. Even the petty senior photo. She hated that he was the one to make her move from her current school to one on the opposite side of the city. She despised him more than anyone, and would do anything to take back that night.

Tyler opened the lid of her laptop and the goosebumps returned to cover every inch of her skin, a familiar sick feeling flooding back into her gut. Another 10 friend requests, and over 30 notifications from random guys all laughing at her expense a week later. She spotted some girls putting their two cents worth in, too. When was this going to end? She could literally feel the bile rising up her throat, a sick reminder of the week before. The alcohol, the cheap fast food she consumed at 3am with Louis, and now, the disgusting repercussions of her actions. Swallowing it back down, she slammed her laptop shut and subsided on her bed.

Why didn't she listen to her best friend? Sophia told her hundreds of times - Louis Tomlinson was bad news. He only wanted one thing. Everyone knew he ran the anonymous "sex book" page on facebook - posting ratings and proof of his hook ups and regular escapades. None of this had been proven, though, and so Tyler didn't believe her. Maybe deep down she knew Sophia was right, but she never admitted it to herself. It was Louis Tomlinson. If he wanted you, you didn't reject him; you'd be stupid if you did. Every girl in the county wanted to be with him. He played first string soccer for their school, and there were even talks of him being signed to the state team once he graduated. At every party he was surrounded by girls, even at school and at his practices girls would be watching, hoping they'd somehow get on his radar. So when Tyler and Sophia attended his annual halloween party and he seemed to be all over the tall brunette, she couldn't say no.

At first it was just innocent flirting, their hands entwined behind his back as he whispered sweet nothings into her ear over the music. His fingers in time finding the thick white ribbon of her french maid costume, pulling and tugging as he nipped the skin of her neck. It eventually led to more, the plastic cup in her hand full of a bitter liquid she hadn't had before, drowning her inhibitions and washing away her nerves with every sip. This time, their entwined hands dragged them both up to his bedroom, full of trophies and ribbons, the occasional dirty sock flung on the floor. She had commented on the character of the room, noticing small pairs of soccer boots lined up on a bench. He explained how he'd kept every pair, a memory of his first year of soccer at age 4 up until now. She sipped her drink, the liquid now tasting almost flavourless. Maybe she was used to it now. Everything after the small talk was standard procedure for Louis, the kissing and eventual making out, followed by the undressing and the laughing. Girls loved it when you laughed with them, joking and tickling. He knew that, and Tyler was just the same.

For Tyler, everything after the small talk was like walking through a maze in the dark. She fumbled with the jersey he was wearing, her fingernail getting caught on the sweat band on his wrist. When he pulled the ribbon completely this time, she gasped, retracting slightly. The brunette knew what was coming. Why was she so shocked? She followed his lead, allowing him to take charge. The dress she was wearing was soon on the floor, his eyes devouring her with each passing second. He told her to keep her stockings on.

Louis loved the heels and the stockings. He pushed her lightly onto his mattress, telling her she could leave whenever she wanted. She shook her head, her eyes meeting his under hooded lashes. He enjoyed the desperation - the fact that she wanted him just as much as he wanted her. His fingers trailed up her skin, the coldness of them shocking her as he fiddled with the hook of her bra..

Tyler couldn't take it anymore. She sat up, refusing to let herself relive the events of the previous weekend. It was her first time - she should have known better. Why would she do that with someone so meaningless. He didn't care about her. She knew that the whole time, although now her special review in his "sex book" reinforced this and proved Sophia right. Her last week at school was torture. She was ridiculed and laughed at, names being hurled over the groups of people in the corridor, or in the quiet of the classroom. Tyler was disappointed that she left. She hated the idea of her quitting and leaving when things got hard, but she couldn't handle it. It was getting out of hand and so she begged her mother to allow her to change schools. After a day of confrontation her mother finally crumbled - being an only child with your lonely mum was a sure fire way to get what you want.

The brunette was hunched over the side of her bed, bucket in hand when her mother knocked on her door. "Ty, your first days tomorrow," She hummed. As if Tyler needed reminding.

"I know mum," She replied, placing the bucket beside her bed.

"Come and have dinner, you have to be up earlier for the bus tomorrow so I want you in bed earlier."

Tyler rolled her eyes at her mums attempt to discipline her. They both knew she'd be in bed when she wanted.