Glare

Chapter 12.

Yesterday at school was hell. Seeing Louis burned a hole through my soul it seemed. I couldn't even look at him. I knew he was starring at me, I could feel it. It was a normal feeling I got every day when I was at school.

"Ellie, you have to take the bus this morning." Greg mumbled. He knew I was about to freak.

"What?! Why? I hate the bus! There are so many weird kids on there" I yelled folding my arms over my chest. "They all like to raise Cain." I protested. I huffed, loudly enough for Greg to hear it.

"Ellie, you'll be fine. You're a big girl, aren't you?" Greg smiled, trying to make me laugh by teasing me.

"Please, just drop me off at school early. I'll just sit on the benches." Please, please?" I begged. In all reality I didn't want to have to sit next to Louis. I still couldn't get over what happened and it was taunting me inside, and sooner or later probably outside to.

"Elizabeth Jane, I think you can go on the bus. Get your bag the bus will be here in any minute." Greg brushed me away. I huffed, and sighed. But it didn't have a effect on Greg. All he did was laugh. "Ellie, you're so ridiculous. But in a funny way." He busted out laughing. I didn't find it very funny. Not the lest bit humorous.

The hell on wheels was right in front of me. My heart was racing a mile a minute when I stepped up on the steps, and walked down the aisle. There I saw Louis in the back with a big ass smirk on his face. His blue orbs starring me down. I put my hair behind my ear and looked down. I had to sit in the seat in front of him, because we had assigned seats. Of course mine was right in front of Louis.

"Hello luscious love." Louis said. He knew I was getting mad.

"Don't call me that." I hissed. I wasn't going to give him my time of day.

"Someone is having a bad day, do they want a make-out session later? Or should we go further?" Louis placed his hand on my shoulder. I felt different. I wanted him. Not as I want to have sex with him, but I wanted to feel his lips upon mine.

"Whatever you like." The words spilled out of my mouth. What was I saying? I couldn't stop myself from saying this.

"Good girl." He bit his pierced lower lip. I liked but also hated this. I wanted to ask why he was doing this. But nothing was coming out. Just a simple smile played upon my lips.

The bell rang. I was a little late getting to my locker. I put in my combination. I could never seem to remember these numbers.

"You ready?" I shivered. The voice of the devil was talking to me. I snarled.

"Leave me alone, you're nothing but trouble." I hissed. I looked down. I made my way past Louis, but he grabbed my arm and forced me back. "Let go of.. M-" I couldn't finish my sentence.

"Elizabeth, love don't go harsh on me." He brought me to him. My body was pressed up against him.

"I-I'm sorry." What? I'm not sorry. Why am I saying this? Louis brought his lips to mine. His cold metal lip ring laying against my upper lip.

"See you later." Louis said, after breaking our kiss. I nodded. What's wrong with me?