Chapter 2

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Third Class: Physical Education.

One of the few classes Carla looks forward to. She grabs her sports bag from her locker and walks to the change rooms, strutting with her bag hanging from one shoulder. 

Upon reaching the change rooms, she changes into some sport appropriate clothing consisting of black sports shorts, a green Everest running top and her brightly coloured running shoes. Leaving her bag in the change room, she jogs out to meet the rest of the class on the football field. A lot of the girls in her class are her friends from either sport or her other classes.

"Carla, how you going?" Eleana, a short girl with a brunette pixie cut whom Carla often play tennis against, chirps as she walk over to the large group of girls.

"Great, you?" Carla replies, smiling at Eleana.

"Yeah, I'm okay. Hey, have you heard the rumor about Louis Tomlinson?" Eleana's always been a gossiper. Carla's eyebrows rise as she hears Louis' name.

"No, what rumor . . ." Carla trails off, concerned.

"I'm surprised you don't know. Apparently he's been pashing and dashing with a bunch of girls!" Eleana gushes.

"Huh?" Carla asks, wondering what the heck 'pash and dash' means.

"Y'know, like, kissing them and telling them he loves them and then ditching them!" Eleana replies, turning to tell the rest of the class the story whilst Carla stands still as stone, trying to process the information she just received.

Louis, sweet, amazing Louis, treating girls that badly, all the while cheating on me? He wouldn't, would he? He's so genuine and funny, and so incapable of acting and hiding something so big.

"Excuse me girls, this is not a free class, we have some PE to do. I'd appreciate it if you joined in my class rather than chatting." Mrs Jhonson, the teacher, barks at the class. Carla really doesn't feel like doing PE, or anything as a matter of fact, and she knows Louis has his lunch class now, so she is going to figure out a way to see him.

"Um, excuse me Mrs Jhonson, I rolled my ankle on the way to class, would it be possible for me to go and see the school nurse?" The lie slips off of her tongue easily. Mrs Jhonson replies with a sharp nod, so Carla fake hobbles off of the football field to the main building, knowing she will find both the cafeteria and the nurse's office there. She then slips her phone from her pocket and sends Louis a text.

Carla

Louis, meet me by your locker in a minute. Thanks

Louis <3

Sure thing babe, be right there. xx

Carla locks her phone a slips it back into her pocket, leaning up against Louis' locker with a frown etched upon her face. Louis soon appears, jogging towards her with a worried expression on his face.

"You're skipping PE?" He asks, shocked. It's very unlike Carla to skip PE.

"In a way, I lied about having a sore ankle. I need to talk to you." Carla's seething inside, but she tries to keep her face neutral, not wanting to jump to conclusions.

"I figured as much. What's up?" Louis queries.

"What's up? How about the rumour that's going around at the moment!?" Carla's voice raises slightly, which she quickly corrects. There are classes around. 

"Hey, hey," Louis starts, putting a hand on Carla's shoulder. "What rumour? I wasn't aware there was one." He soothes, looking honestly into her wide eyes. 

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