Louis Tomlinson;
I place my tray of food down, scooting my seat closer to the empty table. I stare at the glop of vegetable mix that was thrown on to my tray, and then quickly dart my eyes away. I'm about to vomit.
"Lou!"
I thought I lost her.
"I've been looking for you. Why weren't you at your locker? We are supposed to walk to lunch together. Every single day."
Maybe I wasn't there because I hate you with a burning passion?
She focuses on me a little longer before taking a seat and ripping open her pack of silverware. "Just going to let my questions float away, huh?" I hear her mumble under her breath. She dives into her meal, munching with her mouth open. I hate when she does this.
"You've gotten a lot quieter these past couple of weeks. Speak!" Corn flies out of her mouth, landing on the tip of my tray. She glares at it, not bothering to at least flick it off. "Tell me why you're being so...so stubborn right now."
I open up my Gatorade, gulping it down quietly. "Mia--"
"Anyways, Rhutton is being so hard on us in Algebra. We have more line projects due. And then there is Pouler, who assigned us two whole packets of biology probs. I hate how teachers do this..."
I zone her out. I'm tired of her. Beyond tired. If she wasn't my girlfriend, I'd be against the corner of the cafeteria, away from everyone, reading one of my novels. Ever since the day after I accepted her relationship request, she's forced me to sit at one of the tables--with her--alone. I've always wanted to break us apart, but I've never had the guts to shatter her heart. Who knows? We'll probably even marry. It's not like I have my eye on anyone else.
Ever since school started back up, I've felt sad. Bored. Desperate of an escape. Tired of the same schedule and no place to roam around freely. The only things I do on weekdays are go to school, come back and study, and then converse with Mia over the telephone. The last of course, I wish I could stop doing. My parents literally force me to call the crazy girl. And sadly, this whole thing is a cycle. A short, simple, boring cycle. And it's not like I do anything different on weekends, except read, watch movies, finish homework, and hope that Mia doesn't come over. If she doesn't, it's a pretty fabulous weekend.
You might ask, does he not have any friends? Anyone to hangout out with that he actually, you know, likes? I mean, does my bookshelf of novels, collection of movies, and devices count? Because honestly, the only people that acknowledge my existence are my parents and Mia. I have no one to really have fun with. No one that is different. I hate being stuck in this lonely world.
Honestly, I know that I should just make friends. People I can hang out with and not want to kill myself whenever they speak. The sad thing is that I can't, because I've always just stayed by myself, quiet. Now, everyone has put this mold on me, one that labels me as a sick, introverted weirdo that can never hold a conversation. No one wants to talk to me.
"Louis!" Mia snaps her finger. "Louis!"
I clench my fists. "What?! What?!"
"I'm just babbling, aren't I? You're not even listening. I'm your girlfriend and you won't even listen to me--"
"What important thing do you want me to hear, Mia?" I raise my voice. She irks her lips, acting stubborn. "What is it?"
"I was talking to you about my malfunctioning gmail account. Whatever, you don't care."
That's right, I don't.
"I need it for Timmely's class. We're practicing netiquette and then sending emails to high class business men." She grins at me, waiting for a response. I keep quiet. "I know! Exciting right?" Did I even answer?
"I'm jubilantly thinking about all of the opportunities that could come out of my emails, you know? Imagine how buffed up my résumés would be if I put down that I conversed with business men for fun? It would be..."
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I swiftly squish my Vans against the pavement, walking to my house. I'm so glad school is over. It's just another day down. I hate being there, honestly. Who likes waking up early just to go and be bombarded with work and stress?
I walk up my concrete steps, resting my backpack on the porch seat in order to retrieve the keys to it. When I finally get it, I sling my backpack on my shoulder and head for the front entrance. I unlock the door, and enter.
"Louis is that you? Louis get over here." My mother yells from the kitchen. Oh crap, I forgot to do the dishes last night.
"Mom?" I scamper to the kitchen. "Mom, I'm so sorry. I totally forgot about them last night. My head was just somewhere el--"
"Save it. Just wash the plates and get upstairs." She drops the washcloth near the sink. "Get studying and call your poor old girlfriend..."
Poor old girlfriend? I'M POOR OLD LOUIS. I GET TRAPPED UNDER HER TALKATIVE AND ANNOYING GRIP EVERY SINGLE DAY. Jeez mom, spare the pity.
We just ate some leftover pasta last night, so there isn't an abundant amount of dishes waiting for me and the sink. I finish washing quickly and make my way upstairs. Once I get into my room, I sling my backpack across the room and flop onto my bed.
"I'm going to have to get up and get that, aren't I?" I mumble, turning over. I'm actually so tired. And I actually hate school. If it was summer, I would've done the usual, order Grini's pizza and eat it while watching Netflix. I miss those carefree days.
I flop back up, and check my iPad for any online homework. There's none, so I scope my backpack for my binder, and check for due papers.
Yes.
I have nothing to do today, which makes me so happy.
THANK YOU.
I pick up my cellphone, ready to dial Mia. My finger drops in front of the call button, but for whatever reason, I freeze.
"Should I call her? I mean, she may think I'm doing homework, right? I'll tell her I had a huge project to do. It'll be fine!" I throw my phone on my bed. Guilt falls over me and I grab my phone again. "I can't do that to her."
"Lou? Louis? Hi! No homework? Same. Anyways, I found this new book called Patterns. It's amazing. When I finish it, I'll give it to you. We'll cry together over this book. It'll be so fun--"
Kill me.
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HEY. YOU. YEAH, YOU. YOU MIGHT BE BORED AF BUT LISTEN TO ME. YOU'LL FRICKIN LOVE CHAPTER TWO SOO YA LOL
-gooey4louis
