Forbidden {L.S.}

Chapter Two

School for a while was interesting. The talk about Tomlinson was literally everywhere. Girls were talking about how he was cute and guys were talking about how Tomlinson shouldn't be in the teaching profession because he had a pretty decent build and could literally be doing anything else.

I kept to myself mostly, and well Niall. Niall was my best friend, of course he would be around. Seventh hour was pretty good. Tomlinson knew how to keep the class from being boring and always seemed to have some sort of story that went along with the event. With the way he told the details, you would think he was actually there with them.

“Remember, I'm always here to help you guys after school,” Louis reminded one day a few weeks into school, just before the bell rang. “Don't be shy.”

The bell rang and I almost hesitated because I was falling behind in not only his class, but others as well. I shook my head and kept going with the crowd, telling myself that I would stay up all night and get caught up. Mostly girls stayed behind, giggling to one another.

I looked at my phone and saw a text from Niall. “Fucking ditcher,” I mumbled as clicked on the text.

Niall:

I'm picking you up still

“Okay, maybe not so bad,” I chuckled, walking to his normal parking spot in the lot. I got in his car and he drove me to his house.

“What did I miss in history?” Niall asked when he grabbed his backpack from the back seat and made his way up to the door. “Are we still-”

“Hitler and his marvellous reign still,” I said with a laugh. “He mostly talked about the study guide he's going to give us. Speaking of, I'm so fucking behind its not funny.”

“Speaking of,” Niall mimicked, “why are you so behind? You're always on top of like… everything.” He fell into his desk chair, spinning. “Usually you're on my ass to keep up. Like now. Where's your lecture on ditching? It's the only thing that actually keeps me going, you know.”

I shrugged, ignoring the last part. “Junior year is different.” It wasn't a complete and total lie. Junior year was not supposed to throw a lot of pointless bookwork my way and just like work and work and hey, more work. Junior year wasn't supposed to be the year my family started falling apart more than ever. Junior year wasn't supposed to be the year my history teacher gets stuck in my head. “There's just a lot going on I didn't expect.”

“Tell me about it,” Niall mumbled. “Anyways, my mom's ordering a pizza later, wanna just stay over?”

“Are we actually going to do some work at least? I'll die if we don't.”

“Yeah, totally.”

Yeah, totally, we didn't get any work done. The second he brought up a new video game, any hopes of getting my homework done was out the window. It's not my fault that nearly any distraction I could get to escape my own head.

But scrambling to get all of my work caught up before my teachers wouldn’t accept it was going to be hell. An even bigger hell than what I’m already in.