Rivals (or nah)

viii || eight

Trying to stay as far away as possible from Louis was harder than one might think when your gang and his are under an agreement. He was really pissing me off. I can take care of myself. And if I wanted to, I could kiss any pair of lips I like, that time at his backyard was a one time thing, unofficial. We had been pretending and now we have gone back to reality. Louis had some trouble seeing that, though.

"Can't you see you're annoying!? God!" I had bursted out one day as I was buying cigarettes at a close-by gas station. Once I turned around to see if there were any skittles I saw him lurking about in the corner, eyeing the crisps. He simply blinked his gorgeous ocean eyes at me, his long eyelashes almost making me forget I was irritated at him, smirking.

"If you can't see that then your eyes are shit." My eyes hardened with a glare. "Go get glasses or eat some carrots."

His face scrunched up in disgust, "I fucking hate carrots." He walked to me, securing his hands in the loops of my jeans, where a belt was meant to be. "Besides , this is a public place. You don't know if I ran out of fags."

"Then why are you in my neighbourhood, ey?" He smiled, pressing a kiss to my cheek. Pulling away from his grasp, my face scowled. The thing is, my stomach did a fluttery thing after his lips came in contact with my cheek. This very thought caused my small fists to clench.

"I'm only looking out for ya, babe. If anything, you're in more trouble than ever." My eyes squinted at him, thoughts racing in my head as he sighed, neither of us talking for a moment.

I broke the silence. "I've told you many times, I can look out after myself, Louis."

"You don't have eyes in the back of your head," he replied softly.

Shoving him, I walked to the register, "Shut up."

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Tonight I was spending the night at Danny's. So was Luke. It was going to be mainly him and Danny together and Natalia and I ""bonding"".  We would all hang out together as well, however, since we were all pals.

I have grown to actually like Natalia. She's not so annoying, she's got quite a vocabulary and a dirty mind in that head of hers, so she's not so goodie goodie. And obviously Luke and I have been mates, now even closer though.

"So, Louis," Natalia insisted. Rolling my eyes, I turned the page of the magazine, maybe a little harder than I should have. "He's sexy," I snorted at her comment, almost making her mess up the nail polish on my toe. "Stop fussing!" she playfully slapped my arm to which I slapped her back.

"Why'd you laugh, though? Because you think the same?" her brown eyes batted in the most girly way.

"You stated he was sexy. You did not say you thought, nor asked if I thought." Smiling, I turned to the next page of the magazine. Half of my smile was due to the ridiculous girls modeling antlers on the top of their heads. Never will I ever understand the world of ""fashion"".

Natalia huffed, "Do you like him or not!?"