Stockholm Syndrome Punk Louis Tomlinson

Apology Accepted.

♡Kali's POV♡
" This shit is so damn stupid." I huff and slam my pencil onto the desk.

" Something on your mind, Ms. Pierce? " My teacher, Mrs. Lege.

" Yeah, I was just saying how-",Luckily, I caught my tongue before I said something I would regret,"-Educational this piece of paper is."

I smiled up at her and continued to my work. That teacher drove me crazy, I couldn't stand that bitch. I knew she hated me too, she always tried to get me in trouble...I'm smarter than that.

Thankfully, I was interrupted by a loud ring. The bell. I quickly gather all of my books and papers and try my hardest to slip out of the class before Ms. Lege tries to give me one of those talks.

Unfortunately, due to my rushed actions, I feel a hard impact and I'm thrown onto the ground.

" Watch where you are fucking going." I say without even looking up at who the person was. I close my eyes tightly and put my palm to my forehead in attempt to heal my head from the fall.

" Well, in my defense, you were the one who bumped into me." A very thick british accent replied.

I finally look up at who was talking and holy damn..

Hovering above me, a guy around my age stood with his arms crossed. He had a black lip peircing, a black nose stud, and tattoos all over his arms and chest. He was wearing a white tee shirt, so I could easily see his tattoos splattered over his hard chest.

" Um, I-" I couldn't even speak. Finally, he held out his arm and I grasped it.

" Are you going to apologize?" He helps me up and raises an eyebrow.

He is a lot ruder than I would think.

" No? You bumped into me!" I say angrily.

" Woah sweetheart," He says so smoothly and calm, a perfect match with his perfect accent," No need for raising your voice."

I just roll my eyes and try to walk away, before a hand grabs my wrist and turns me around so I'm facing the boy once again.

" Apology accepted." He winks and lets me go before walking to Ms. Lege.

What the fuck ?

Who was that guy ? I've never seen him before, I would remember a face like that...

" What was that?" One of my best friends, Karma, says with a raised eyebrow as she arrives to my desk.

" I have no idea..He just...I don't know." I was still in shock.

Before Karma could say anything, I interrupt her by saying," Let's go to History, we'll be late." I bend down and gather my books that I dropped and walk out of the classroom.

All throughout History, I couldn't stop thinking of that boy. He must be new. He had such a beautiful face, why did he pierce it ?

" Why don't we let Kali answer this question? Ms. Pierce, would you like to assist?" A loud voice booms from above me.

Shit.

I look up and see my History teacher, Mr. Carlson, with a smug look on his face. This teacher I actually like, he's the only teacher nice to me.

He just shakes his head," Thank you, Kali for that very educated answer."

I don't even remember what happened in class, I kept thinking of the mysterious guy that knocked into me after math class.

When the bell finally rings, I feel my other best friend's hand grab my wrist harshly.

" I was calling you all period!" Cam says and lets go of my wrist as we start to walk.

" Sorry, I was distracted." I reply as Karma catches up to us.

" Thanks for ditching me." She says annoyed.

" Anytime," I smile.

Another one of our best friends sees us as she walks out of her class.

" Hey Maria." We all say to her.

All four of us decide to walk to Karma and Maria's dorm, since they are roommates anyway.

Their room is like my home, so I drop my books in the middle of the floor and flop onto Maria's bed.

Karma rolls her eyes as she bends down and picks up my binder. She's pretty up tight.

" Kali has a crush guys." Karma says as she sits criss crossed on her perfectly made bed and begins to pick at her braces.

" Oh my gosh who!?!" Cam says as she puts her light brown hair in a bun. I love when her hair is in a bun because since her hair is dyed pink at the ends, the entire bun is pink.

" No one! Who are you talking about?" I ask Karma, genuinely confused.

Karma just laughs and says,".Oh please! I saw the way you looked at that guy!"

She must be talking about that british guy..

" What guy!?" Maria says and sits by Karma while she plays with her long black hair.

I tell them the story about the boy and try to explain I do not like him. I'm not into those guys anyway...Right? No. No I am not.

After my story, all of my friends were looking at me with their mouths open, except Karma.

" It's nothing, guys. He isn't my type." I shrug and put a piece of gum I found in my pocket into my mouth.

Maria laughs," He sounds exactly like your type."

Boy I hope not.