let's not be lonely

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As we walked to Louis Partridge's car I kept thinking that maybe I overreacted and felt bad for causing a scene, especially after what Millie said and Louis ending up in awkward sittuations because he said the wrong things at the wrong time. I looked up at him and tried making peace. 

"Hey, Louis, right?"I asked, he nodded. I continued, "Sorry for yelling at you earlier, I wasn't really feeling well. I had a long flight and I really didn't mean to lash out there at you."  He smiled and replied warmly. "It's okay. I didn't quite catch your name, though" he winked with those words. I snorted a little and replied "I'm Angel Campbel. I am from New York, so technically a Yankee. But I bet you knew that already, well the part about me being American." He nodded. Of course he did, he seemed the type to pay attention to all opossite genders. Such a little player! 

I really didn't understand why I had a grudge on this person. I mean I had just met him, but then again, it's not like I was some heavenly Angel. In fact I was the oppsotie of my name, I was into rock and eventhough my style was soft my personlity was completely not. My friends used to say that I was the most confusing person they've met because no one excepted me to be a little bit grudgy. I was kinda always in a mood to fight, I also had a very competetive soul. And I loved to boss people around and tell them what to do. 

"So I guess your parents weren't thinking when they named you Angel" broke out through my thoughts Louis's voice. I looked up at him. Wasn't he something. It's like he was always trying to make me look bad. Maybe my grudge had a perfectly well explanation. "No." I spat out, eventhough he was right. He shook his head and laughed. "You know angels are sweet, peaceful, and kind. Since the moment I met you, you've been the exact opossite. I am betting you are very stubborn, competetive, and bossy. I mean don't get mad at me, please. It's just the impression you give. I mean you did say sorry, so maybe I am wrong" he continued his speech, that I completely wish I could block out because he was right. 

"Well even if you are right... what are you like Prince Charming?" I asked with not a very subtle voice full of disgust. He laughed again. His response though didn't faze me at all "I am not a Prince Charming, but I am glad you find me very handsome. I am one of the smartest kids at my school, the one I think you're goign to, if I had not mistaken you with some one else. I am also very much into acting, football, and hockey. I am 17 years old. Should I continue my life story to support your obvious crush on me? Maybe I should mention that I'm taken, though, before you try anything on me... ahah" I rolled my eyes. This boy was just trully outrageous. 

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