Dream Upon A Star

13

My back ached, my neck feeling stiff as I sluggishly walked to school in the warm weather. Last night, I couldn't sleep. I just stared at the ceiling blankly for hours, unable to sleep. But now, I could feel the effects from lack of sleep. My eyes felt heavy, my shoulders slumped as I fought to keep my eyes open. What sucked was, I was walking to school. My father had rushed off to work once again so I was left stranded, with no note, no phone call, nothing.

I feel my eyes brighten once I reach the school, but they become heavy again when I realize I'm going to be stuck here for seven long hours. I groan to myself as I walk into the grimy hallways, students and groups chattering in my ears as they pushed past me. I panned on avoiding Louis like a plague today, but I knew it would be hard when I could barely keep my eyes open. But that's life, Nick from the book Life without Limbs once said to change every obstacle in your life into a challenge. Yippee. I've got one heck of a challenge.

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I couldn't do it anymore, the second I sat down in one of the desks in math, my head hit the table and my eyes fluttered shut. I had tried so hard, to not fall asleep in class. I had tried so hard to avoid Louis. But even I don't know what happened because I was too exhausted. I sigh, breathing heavily out of my nose as I wrap my arms around my head, darkness surrounding me. I was about to doze off, but a snicker rang through the room with an echo as the creaky door swung open.

"Man, that party was wicked night! I can't believe you missed it!" A familiar voice exclaimed, making my eyes snap open only to be enveloped in darkness. I knew it was Louis's friend, Drake, by the honey sweet tone and deep voice. It was like the melody of my favorite music playing in my ears. "Yeah," another voice sighs heavily, a voice I had grown accustom to hate. "So... Why did you miss it?" I hear the squeaking and screeching of chairs against the floor making me inwardly cringe as I hear Drakes genuinely disappointed tone.

"Well... It's a really stupid reason." Louis snorts, and I could swear I felt him burn holes in the back of my head, even if it was covered with my arms. It was like he knew I was ease dropping... Doesn't it look like I'm sleeping or something? "Oh? Tell me?" I could already see Drake's eye brows raised in curiosity, as they began to sit down. "Hm, well, it's actually quite funny..." He started, clearing his throat annoying before continuing. I tried to not pay attention to those jerks, but my ears had other intentions.

"You see... I met up with this... Bitchy chick, and she kept begging me to do the dirty with her, but she was so hurt by my rejection that she tried to kiss me, and I refused. She was really ugly and a horrible kisser. She got so angry that she slapped me! I got really annoyed and just went home, deciding to skip the party." Louis explained, with extra exaggeration to make it seem dramatic.

Poor girl, she had to be rejected by him after he left my house all grumpy last night, but I don't see why he would reject any girl who would have... you know what, fuck him, he was Mr. desperate after all. His story had some kind of a twist to it... Something was just off by his voice, it sounded kind of sarcastic, a little fib of some sort.

"Really? Who's this desperate girl?" Drake asked, his voice laced with amusement and pure curiosity. I shrug mentally and cuddle my head into my arm, my eyes closing once again so I could rest for a few minutes. I didn't really care what they were chatting about, it's not like I'm that girl or something. But suddenly, the words that next came out of Louis's mouth made me freeze in disbelief.

"Sarah Lee Thomas."

I was too shocked to move, my body was stiff, but that didn't stop my blood from boiling. That lying asshole! I can't believe he just told my... crush, that I was some kind of desperate slut! He's going to pay, oh is he ever going to pay. He'll wish he had never crossed paths with me, I will attempt my promise of making his life a living hell. He sure deserved it. I had a feeling he staged this, or did it to make me mad on purpose... But he certainly did a good job at that, didn't he?

I flung around in desk, my hair wiping in the air as I shot Louis a deadly, murderous glare, tension rising in the room fast as Drake stared at me with wide eyes. "Louis, you're such a fucking liar. Who would ever want to have... That, with you? I for one, wouldn't. I won't ever take back my words because they're true. I hate and despise every ridiculous word that comes out of your perverted mouth." I chuckle bitterly, slipping out of the desk I was sitting at, to stand, quickly collecting my books and back pack.

"Oh, lots of people want me, Sarah. And you're one of them, you're just too scared to admit it." Louis said in a casual voice like it wasn't a big deal as he set his feet up on his desk. I shake my head, feeling disgusted as I gripped my books tightly. "Will you ever get the fact that I will never 'want' you through your thick head? I don't care if you think you have no one, cause maybe you deserve that. The way you treat people is awful, you think you're better than them, when really, you're the same, hurting on the inside while trying to play it cool on the outside. Bye, Louis. I wish I'll never have to see your ignorant face in the halls again." My tone turned darker as I threw the door open, not waiting for his terrible comeback.

I was done, so freaking done with him.

He said he hated me and was done with me as well, but now he was to go out and try to ruin me, and my reputation? That's just shallow, even for him. Seems like Louis Evans might get the heart break in the end, realizing I would hate him forever. The thought of me ever falling for him sounds insanely bizarre, that possibility would never happen. But... Just maybe, just maybe I could play along with this game of cat and mouse and prove to him I was able to resist. That would take a huge blow to his ego. It may be a little cruel or mean, but that's what he's trying to do to me.

Two can play that game...

Bring it on, Evans.