Rocks (Louis Tomlinson)

Ten.

A/N Sorry for the reallly late upload! I have lost all modivation for this story and it kind of feels like a waste now :( but anyway here's chapter ten.

Ten.

I was sick just for that day; the town doctor came by and concluded that it was food poisoning. I laughed for a few minutes, thinking of how Louis got the sickness also just from eating off my plate. Mine was the only on contaminated, so no one else got sick but us.

Today is Friday, and I am getting ready for a date.

I am going on a Friday night date with a boy.

This boy’s name is Sam.

Today after school, I was putting my books away in my locker when blonde haired blue eyed Sam come up to me and rocked back and forth on his feet. I started at him in confusion; he has never talked to me before. Sam is semi-popular. He is friends with a lot of popular guys but he never really hangs out with them. He kind of does his own thing. Nonetheless, I was curious as to what he wanted.

I had closed my locker and was about to walk past him and leave the wretched building when he finally spoke.

“Do you want to go out tonight? Like on a date?” He rushed.

I felt my face turning red. Did I want to go out with him? He was a male, and I wasn’t doing anything, and I kind of liked the idea of going out on a date with a guy. It was something that would make town news. Not even kidding. I scanned the empty hallway, looking for any cameras. Was this a prank?

“It’s fine if you don’t want to, I just—” Sam turned from me to leave.

“I’ll go” I said.

Sam smiled. “I’ll pick you up at seven.”

“Seven is too cliché, how about six thirty eight” I smiled back.

“Six thirty eight” Sam says and turned to leave.

Now it was almost six thirty eight, and I was rushing to put my clothes on. I don’t know where Sam is taking me, so I decided to just wear black jeans and a teal button up silk shirt. I also wore my black high heel sandals, the shoes that I haven’t worn since my aunt’s wedding. Even then I had to take them off half way through because of the pain it was causing me. I hope this date isn’t a walk around town.

I quickly brush through my hair and am about to apply another coat of mascara when the doorbell rings. I grab my white purse and run/hobble down the stairs to the front door. My parents sit on the couch, trying not to make it obvious that they are staring at me through the corner of their eyes. My dad especially. I wave to them and open the door, then step out on to the front door step. Sam guides me down the steps using his hand placed in the small of my back and to his car. He doesn’t open the door for me; he just gets in his side of the run down green vehicle. I try not to judge the appearance of his car on how good the night will be.

We drive in silence to an Olive Garden, and wait for a little while to get in. It seems like the whole town is here. Finally we are seated, and we order, all in silence. When our breadsticks come is when Sam starts talking.

Sam likes to talk, apparently. He went on and on about his lacrosse trophies, and how he is getting a scholarship to University of California. I tried to smile and act like I actually gave a fuck, when really my fucks flew away along with the breadsticks that Sam was devouring, so I had none left to give.

When we finished our meal, Sam paid and we left the restaurant. He continued to talk about all the sports he played, and I continued to act interested, when really this is the worst date ever. I couldn’t help but think back to my time with Louis, and how he made it so easy to talk about not worry about anything, and I found myself wishing it was him here instead of Sam, but sadly I don’t think Louis sees me in that way.