She's too young - completed

This is a story I wrote for a fan, Ellie. I'm so sorry I haven't posted it, it's been waay crazy. So anywho, this is a fanfic about Louis Tomlinson. They fall head over heels in love, but will it work? People will cry. Feelings will die. And the world will continue to tell them, "She's too young..."


4. Tiptoe away

He held his calculus textbook in his forearm, setting down beside me before taking a seat. I desperately tried not to make eye contact. It was irreducible that this couldn't have gone any worse. My fingers grasped the bottom on the wooden desk lightly, as Gilmore took role. When she called my name I let out a low, "here"


"Ellie" someone to my left repeated my name. My eyes fluttered. I turned to him.


"Y-yeah?" I stuttered. "Oh I was just saying.. you're a freshman, right?" Louis smiled.


"Um... yes." Oh no. Not the freshbate joke please. Please don't bring up what happened with Summer. I begged and pleaded in my mind.


"You're Summer's friend right?" He asked.


"Sort of, I would say." I mumbled, the current bitchiness Summer had acted out only an hour prior to right now. And it so happened to be that Louis heard everything.


"Seems like you guys are great friends eh?" He put emphasis on the 'great' sarcastically.


"We're wonderful." I shot back, sarcastic as well.


"I'm sure you are." He smirked, and chuckled a bit. There was no reply on my end. That was just too embarrassing. The clock ticked slowly. Gilmore was way too distracted in devouring her copy of 'Romeo and Juliet' to pay any sort of attention towards the class. Everyone was chatting, gossiping, whatever. Louis, was in a deep conversation with Jessica whom was across from me. She giggled and flipped her hair over her shoulder. Doesn't she know, that move is so cliche?


She giggled some more, and more. I wasn't aware if she was flirting with Louis or if it was just her face. She scared me a bit, with her tattoos on her arms, and nose stud made her appear as a bad ass. No offense towards her but, why would Louis even like her? She's out of his league. Yeah, it's obvious jealousy has tooken over my thoughts. I'm the one who's out of his league here. You know, cause I'm just too young or whatever.


As soon as the bell rang I was out of that classroom in a flash.


"What do you want?" I answered my cell, pacing back and forth in my bedroom. School got out a few hours ago, mom and the girls had left to a relative's house for dinner. I had lied, and told my mom I had cramps so I could stay behind and rest. I was just too irritated from earlier on to join my more annoying family members for a feast. Or so they called it.


"Why are you angry with me?" Summer asked, in a high pitched voice.


 "You're mean." I snapped.


"Am not." She insisted.


"Are too." I argued.


"Why?" She sounded irritated.


"That was mean what you did." I continued my pace, tucking my hair behind my ear.


"But you like him!" She shouted.


"Yeah? I think he's cute so what." My attitude I realise should have decreased a tad.


"Well it's something we agree on for once!" She squealed.


"yeah..." I trailed off. She had a point. "But you didn't have to scream it to the world though." I got back to my point.


"So. I'm gonna hook you up with him!" She screams into the phone. "Wait what? Summer nooooo!" I scream at the top of my lungs. And then I hear the phone go flat. I couldn't sleep through the night.


Summer wouldn't try to 'hook me up' with Louis would she? Yes. Sadly she would. Ugh. I mean I do think he's cute, but for one he's waaaay older than me. Two, he's Louis Tomlinson. Three, he likes Jessica. And Four, he's Louis mother fucking Tomlinson for Jesus Christ's sake.


Ahem, excuse the language. Anyways if Louis were to find out I think he's cute he'd laugh in my face. Just as he did hours ago. Its like complete agonizing torture. I've heard tales and rumours spread about high school hell and whatnot. But already its been two days and I'm ready to transfer to Canada. I've read there's great fishing establishments there. Ha, I wish.


I can't run away.. but I can tiptoe away right?


'There I was again tonight, forcing laughter faking smiles. Same old tired lonely place.'


Really Taylor Swift? Not now.


My hand plundered across the alarm clock, turning it off instantly. I arrived at school in a matter of about thirty minutes. Summer screamed my name but I neglected her existence really. I roamed to the main hall, seeking my guidance counselor for some, you guessed it, guidance. My knuckles knocking slightly on the door, to be escorted in by Miss Robles's assistant.


"There's nothing you can do?" I placed my hands on my temples, attempting to cool down.


"I'm sorry miss. All other classes are filled, there's no way we can whatsoever transfer you to any other period." Miss Robles excused me for a call.


I can't change classes. Or periods. How am I going to get through this school year?

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