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..."


37. We'll see about that

I sat in the hall, with my head in my hands. Crying. It was an honest accident. They all knew it. It just so happened that I was snooping, which was another assult used against me in Chelle's case. Speak of the slut. Her and the two others came stomping out of the restroom, holding onto Chelle as if she were about to faint. And from the looks of it, I wouldn't have been surprised if she dropped cold on the floor right then. Not because of blood loss or her injury, which looked terrible still, it was anger in her eyes. I stood up from being slid down on a row of lockers, ready to get 'bitch slapped' by the bitch.


"Don't. Say. Anything. Ellie." She snapped.


"Chelle I didn't do it on purpose." I said apologetically.


"Be quiet! You're dead, I already told you."


"Literally?" I gasped.


"Maybe not literally, right Chelle?" Brit stuttered.


"Shut up Brit!" She screamed back.


"Guys, we should tell the principal." Courtney mumbled.


"No!" Chelle and I shouted in unison. "What? Why not?" Chelle rolled her eyes, "I'm gonna do a hell of a lot worse." She spat.


"W-when?" I stepped back.


"Its none of your goddamn business." Chelle yelled. Wait. Who did she think she was, my father? Oh, no she did not.


"You are so crazy!" I stomped my foot down. "Nice choice of words, freshbate." She laughed completely sarcastically.


"I really hate you." I murmured barely being able to be heard. No, they heard me.


"And everybody hates you!" She shot back.


"Who gives a shit!" I screamed back.


"oooh look at the little girl saying cuss words!"


"Shut up." I grabbed my bag from the ground. "Where do you think you're going?" She hollerd from behind.


"To class. Duh." I shot.


"Have a good time with Louis. He's really good by the way." Chelle giggled along with the girls. I balled my fists, clenching my teeth.


"You know what? I will have fun with Louis. We'll see about that." I shot earning fits of coos and ugly noises from the girls. It was hard to fight the urge to hit her again, this time on purpose. What was up with me and violence lately? I deliberately punched Summer in the nose breaking it, I myself have been slapped in the face, Louis received a painful black eye because of me as well. And then there was pushing Chelle on the bus, and hitting her in the lip. Not only physically hurt but emotional pain was caused by me as well. My mother, my father, my sisters, practically my whole family, and including myself. God. Everybody talking down on me, and hurting me as well, I was fed up. I don't care what revenge is planted on me, I am going to continue doing what it is everybody hates so bad. Which isn't even relevent to hate. I was doing no wrong, nothing illegal and nothing out of line. Speaking of that. What Chelle said. That was totally off the charts.

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