The rest of Saturday was slow, with Sunday being even worse. Louis had been on my mind the rest of the weekend. I was wondering what we were. Were we friends? Or were we more? I mean, in his apology to me, he'd admitted that he'd wanted me to kiss him. He'd enjoyed it. He'd wanted to go all the way, though he knew it wasn't gentleman-like.
He'd even admitted that he liked me.
And I liked him.
Though I hadn't known Louis for long at all, I found myself thinking of him, having dreams about him. I'd fantasize about us. It felt strange feeling like this so early. I was excited to get to see him today.
I decided it was time to get ready for school, so I got out of bed. I dreaded Monday's, but today I was particularly excited.
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When I got to school, the girls had flooded me with questions . . . asking me where I'd gone Friday night, what happened, and trying to smooth out rumours they'd heard about me.
"Okay, so you didn't sleep with anyone? 'Cause I heard that you banged someone in the bathroom at Zach's." Elsa was overwhelmed with curiosity.
"No," I groaned. They'd probably asked me this question a total of twenty times since I sat down at the table. "I was drunk guys, and don't remember much, but I know for a fact that I didn't sleep with anyone at the party."
"Okay good. 'Cause I was worried," Britney said.
Lunch was almost over, and I hadn't seen Louis yet. It put a slight damper in my mood, though I was excited hoping to see him in History. And when the bell finally rang, I jumped, practically running towards my locker. I was both relieved to be getting away from the constant questions, and giddy because I knew that I'd see him soon.
In History I sat in my usual spot, opening my binder to take out my planner. I was reading through it until someone's hand reached for mine, "err . . . does anyone sit here love?" I smile as I recognize the sweet voice.
"No, you can sit here if you'd like," I said, smiling at him.
He smiled back as he sat down beside me, not moving his eyes from mine. Our eye contact was broken when Ms. Thomas walked in, closing the door behind her.
"Hello class. How was everyone's weekend?" She shuffles a few papers around on her desk. I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket, distracting me. I sneakily pulled it out, curious as to whom had texted me.
From Louis: Hey, I have a question I'd like to ask you.
I grinned, watching him through the side of my eye as his head turned towards mine. I see his lips turn upwards into a little smirk.
To Louis: What's up?
I watched his expression as he opened the text, small smirk worn upon his features. His fingers hurriedly pressed the buttons. I watched as he deleted and retyped. When my phone vibrated again, I looked to Ms. Thomas to make sure she hadn't heard.
From Louis: I was wondering if you'd like to go on a date love. :)
I grinned from ear to ear, seeing him do the same.
"Ms. Clemons. Do you have something to tell or show us?" Hearing Ms. Thomas' voice call my name immediately wiped the smirk off my face. I felt the heat gather in my cheeks. I looked up slightly shocked. I tucked my phone gently between my thighs, hoping to hide it.
"U—Uh no, Ms. Thomas . . ." I stutter.
"Maybe you want to show us the text you just received." She was being stern with me. She holds her hand outwards, signalling for me to step forward.
"U—Uh . . . I—I don't have my phone with me." My cheeks reddened even more.
"Ms. Thomas, if I may . . . She doesn't have her phone. She's giggling because of you." Louis cleared his throat. "Can I talk to you Ms. Thomas?"
"Well Louis. What is it? You can tell me now."
"I'd rather talk to you in private Ms. Thomas." He stifled a small giggle.
And just then, I realized what he'd been talking about. Ms. Thomas had toilet paper stuck to the sole of her high heel. Oh, thank god. This would save my ass. I internally thanked Louis.
"No Louis. Whatever it is, you can tell me now." Ms. Thomas was clearly becoming irritated. She's still looking between the two of us suspiciously.
"Okay, well . . . if you insist. Uh . . . I don't know how to tell you this other than flat out saying it. You uh . . . you have toilet paper stuck to your shoe Ms. Thomas." The entire class burst out laughing, with Louis and I turning to each other. Ms. Thomas looks down to her shoe with a gasp and she desperately reaches for the white piece of paper stuck to the sole of her shoe.
I mouthed a thank you to Louis, to which he smiled. I leaned in close to him "yes," I said.
"Yes what love?" He crinkled his brow in confusion.
"Yes I'll go on a date with you," I smiled.
"Oh, I know. I just wanted to hear the words come off your lips." He said, smirking and staring at my lips.