Don't Stumble!

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"Where's the fucking book club." I grit through my teeth. "In the auditorium." The coach says , not even flinching from swears. I guess he's use to it, when someone pisses me off I usually turn into a sailor and start cursing my way. I shove my shit into my backpack and throw it over my shoulder. I slowly walk to book club. Keep your mouth, Louis and you'll make it through the day.

"Gayboy." Nick spits as I walk by. "No shit , I am gay and a boy , thanks for stating the obvious." I yell in the hallway. Idiot. I enter the auditorium and see the teacher. "Excuse me, is this the book club?" I tap on the teacher's shoulder. She turns around and smiles. "Yes, you must be Louis Tomlinson." I nod and set my backpack on a chair. Some other girls and boys walk in and sit on the floor. I just stand there awkwardly and pretend to be interested in lights above me. Oh look that light is white and the other light is being a fucking show off by shining brighter. "Louis." I look ahead of me and see the teacher with spots around her. Find something else to look at , Louis, not a light. "Yes?" She points her long manicured finger to the kids sitting on the floor. Why do I have to sit with them? I can already tell they don't like me. How? A girl with waaay too many highlights in her hair giving me the bitch face. I obey the teacher and sit next to the boys. I don't like this place, and the book club hasn't even started! More people come in, and see Alex. Thank god. "Alex! Get your ass over here!" I shout across the room. The teacher furrows her eyebrows. Or eyebrow. Right. There's no swearing in school even though we're fucking mature. Alex smiles and walks over to me. At least I have one person to be an asshole to.

"Turn to page 313, we'll go in a circle and each student will have a turn to read a paragraph." The teacher says. Mrs.Denis , is her name. A boy named Timmy starts. I know him because he's got his eyes on Zayn. I follow along as each person goes by, I try my best not to laugh as an irish accent goes through my ear drums. I'm next, I clear my throat and begin "I don't know how to feel. He makes me happy. But he's too dangerous. Will dad ever appove? I muffle my cries into a pillow and let the pain soak in to my pillows " What a wimp.Just date the badass, don't need to cry about it. A voice of pure gold is what I hear. Harry Styles. That good looking son of bitch. He's cute, but never talked to him before. I'm too chicken to say hello. If I do I'd think Zayn will have to scrape me off the floor when I melt. We finish page 313 and turn to page 314. How fun. I don't pay attention to the words in the lame ass book we are reading. But looking at the curly head boy. Damn, he hot. Those green eyes, looking innocent. He takes his eyes off the book and stares back. Did he notice that I was staring? Of course he did, I was looking at him like I was trying to fucking burn him with laser beams eyes, if I had thoughs of course. He gave me a small smile and turned back to the book. Zayn get the shovel.

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Sorry for the taking a long time to update! I'll try to do it more often. QOTC: Favorite youtuber? Mine is Shane Dawson :).