Burning Desires

Ch. 29: Pull Me Down

Cause you wanna be my girl
And you wanna say it loud

Louis stares after her for a few seconds, not able to believe that she dissed him like that. "Hey Louis," Aiden claps his hand on his shoulder.

"I'm going to class but I'll catch you later, right?" Louis nods saying a small yeah and Aiden smiles, stepping around the British boy and begins picking through his afro with his black afro pick as he walks down the hallway and turns a corner.

Louis sighs and looks at his iPhone for the time to see its a few minutes before 8. "I guess I better get to class too."

He turns a left out of the locker section and heads down the staircase to Harry's classroom, humming with each step he takes. He notices the "soccer" condition flyer on the wall when he takes his last step.

"It starts today?!" His blue eyes scan the flyer for more details with the coach's contact information. "Fuck! I'll have to go home during lunch to grab my bag."

The bell for class rings.

He sighs and pushes his glasses up on his nose going through the office saying hello to Mrs. Foster. He passes through the double doors where the gym is located and turns a left to reach Harry's classroom.

When he goes inside of the classroom, he notices no one is there yet besides Harry who's standing at his podium seeming a bit happier than usual.

"Hey Harry," he walks past Harry and Harry looks away from his laptop to smile up at whoever came in. When he notices it's Louis, his smile drops because he doesn't see Avery.

"Hey Lou, um where's Avery?"

"With Payne," Louis mutters but loud enough for Harry to hear as he goes to his desk.

"What the hell?!" Louis spins his head around immediately, suprised he didn't catch whiplash. He finds Harry with his hands on his mouth and his eyes wide looking like a just-got-caught-in-the-act little boy.

"I mean uh-, she didn't ask me for permission!" Harry says lamely letting his hand drop slowly and find its grip on the edge of the podium. Louis raises an eyebrow suspiciously.

"When did you start caring about that sort of thing?" He questions as he sits down in his seat and takes a Brown Cinnamon pop tart out of his bookbag.

He had to quickly throw in the breakfast frosted pastry in his bookbag this morning, since he was running too late to grab something to eat before he would pick up Avery.

"I-I-It's nothing," Harry shakes his head quickly with a tight smile. Louis slowly nods his head and shrugs Harry's weirdness off, deciding to watch American Horror Story on his Netflix app while he eats his pop tart.

Harry watches Louis for a few seconds and quickly grabs his phone that's right beside his laptop, as if it's this big secret.

Well then again, it kind of is.

He unlocks his phone and opens a new message to send to his moronic best friend.

***

"Nothing happened yesterday, Avery," Liam desperately claims as he stares at the notebook still fidgeting with his pen. He tries to focus on the equations in her hot-pink inked handwriting but simply can't because he can feel her stare on him.

"What do you mean nothing happened?" She bites her lip feeling nauseous suddenly. Maybe she was wrong but she couldn't had been!

She stands up immediately making him look up at her just as quickly. She stops for a few seconds, shifting her weight on the other foot and folds her arms awkwardly.