Flipped (L.T.)

Chapter 7: Just A Hook-Up

"I'm serious man, spill it already. Theres no way your talkin' your way out of this one." Wesley persists, continuing to pressure me.

"Yeah, we saw her." Ryan chimes in. "Now tell us Lou, why was Elly at your house?"

This has been going on the whole car ride. I had the unfortunate luck of having these two twats surprise me at my house to pick me up. Apparently, they were getting tired of my tardiness to the bus stop so they thought a solution to the problem would be to come straight to my house. If it were any other day, I would have applauded their thinking. But not today.

I had taken every precaution to not let my family see me sneak Eliza out the front door. I patiently waited and everything was going smoothly...that is until these boneheads, with wide eyes and gaping mouths, saw me tugging Eliza behind me to try to make a "stealthy" escape. And to top it off, they dropped Eliza off at her house. I kept declining, but they kept shouting and whining, and I couldn't have them causing a ruckus and get my family's attention. So into the car we went with those grinning idiots who kept staring at me and Eliza until she was out the car, walking up the steps to her house.

I had no idea how I was going to explain this. They'd blatantly seen me with her, there was no hiding that. Lying would only make it seem more suspicious, but telling the truth would give off the wrong impression too. In their minds, when it comes to Eliza, I hate her; we're enemies. If I told them that I went back to search for her in the park and aided her back to good health by bringing her to my place and letting her sleep in my bed, they may think I like... I cant even think such things. Me liking- ugh, no. I rather cut my willy off than be with her.

So what was I to say now? I didn't have a lot of options and the two of them weren't going to let this go until I gave them an answer they found satisfactory. I was stuck between a rock and a hard place and they weren't making it any easier to free myself. No matter how I answered, it would lead to more questions. This was seriously all crap and definitely the last time I call myself trying to be a Good Samaritan.

"If I wasn't mistaken.." Ryan continues, "that looked just like your shirt Louis."

"Yea, and I swear I've seen you in a beanie like that before." Wesley says wondering. "Either you and her have similar styles, or you're sharing clothes with your lady."

"She is, not, my lady." I say disgusted, emphasizing the not. "And we're not sharing clothes. She must've gotten it from some place similar.." I mutter.

"Well then she must be stalkin' you 'cause I know you have that shirt and hat. But stop beatin' around the bush, tell us why she was in your house?"

"You two aren't hookin' up are ya?" A suspicious grins spreads on Ryan's face as the accusation is said aloud.

"Late night snoggin'?" Wesely says, wiggling his brows.

I mentally gag at the mention of me and Eliza hooking up. Me and that troll? Me, Louis Tomlinson, and her, Eliza frickin Gardley? Together? No way in hell. Saying that Eliza and I hooked up would be worst than... Wait, this could be my escape. If I said I simply banged her, then that would be the end of it. I have hook ups all the time, the lads already think she has a thing for me, and it'd close off any other questions they had. Its the perfect plan. Its going to feel like acid coming from my throat but at least I'll be able to put this behind me. And never, let it happen again.

So I let go of my pride and ignored my morals and said the sinful words. "Yes."

"Yes what?" Wesley encourages.

"Yes, me and Eliza... Hooked up." I have to forcefully keep the vomit begging to come out with the awful words. I feel like I need to pray after such a thing. And I am not the most religious person.