Rocks (Louis Tomlinson)

Fourteen.

Author's Note

Another shitty chapter coming your way but I just want you guys to have something to read, ya feel?

Fourteen.

On Monday, my mom takes me to school. She said Louis is going early to get some new student transfer stuff or something like that, and I am not upset about it. I am going to try and procrastinate Louis for as long as I can before I have to face him.

Once I get ready, I enter my car just to see Louis pull in his driveway.

“Louis! What’re you doing home?” My mom calls out the window. I turn and look the other direction.

“I dropped out of school!” Louis answers cheerfully.

“That’s nice to hear, dear! Have fun with your freedom!”

“Thanks!”

Louis enters his house and my mom pulls out of the driveway.

“What a nice boy” She smiles.

“Mom, you realize he just told you that he dropped out of high school, right?” I say, astonished.

“He is nineteen, he doesn’t have to go to school” Mom says and brushes her curly hair out of her face.

“That doesn’t make it right” I say and turn to look out the window again, still half asleep.

When lunch rolls around the corner, I sit at my usual empty table and wait for Morgan to come sit with me. She is towards the back of the lunch line currently, and knowing how long it takes the cashiers to do their job she won’t be around for a while.

I tear the crusts off my peanut butter and jelly sandwich and take a bite out of his and try to look busy so people don’t think I’m not talking to anybody because no one wants to talk to me, but because I am too busy doing something. This tactic has gotten my through elementary school, middle school, and most of high school so far.

I glance up at the wall that has the projector hanging down from it to see how many days of school are left. Even though the school year just started, I am excited to see that we only have one hundred more days left.

In Elmo, the school years are profoundly shorter than in other towns. This is due to our school having its own administration so we basically make decisions off of whatever we feel like, and how everyone at this school is a bit smarter than the average teenager, so we get out curriculum done faster. At this rate, we should graduate by December.

Just as I finish my sandwich, Morgan joins me at the table. As usual, she has some random story to tell about how her day went and I half listen while sipping some of my chocolate milk. When she finished, the lunch bell rings and we throw away our trash, and walk to our last class together, Social Studies. Social Studies has always been my favorite subject, it’s the only one that I can actually pay attention in without the learning going straight through one ear and out the other.

I sit in the very back with Morgan, and we listen to the teacher talk about World War Two, and how we have a test coming up. Morgan sits next to me, scrolling through her Twitter as always. The teacher goes off on Bryan almost every second, which makes for a pretty interesting class period, especially when Bryan talks back to the teacher.

Finally, when we are released I gather my homework and close my locker, and walk over to where Morgan’s locker is to wait for her.

“Why wasn’t Louis here today?” She asks.

“How am I supposed to know?” I lie.

“Because you guys are practically inseparable” Morgan closes her locker and pops a piece of gum into her mouth and chews it loudly.